Act.
III.
Scen.
I.
Enter
the
Clown
and
Clark
.
Clo.
YOu
have
searcht
ore
the
Parish
Chronicles
sir
?
Clar.
Yes
sir
,
I
have
found
out
the
true
age
and
date
of
the
party
you
wot
on
.
Clo.
Pray
you
be
covered
sir
.
Clar.
When
you
have
shewd
me
the
way
sir
.
Clo.
Oh
sir
remember
your selfe
,
you
are
a
Clark
.
Clar.
A
small
Clark
sir
.
Clo.
Likely
to
be
the
wiser
man
sir
,
for
your
greatest
Clarks
are
not
alwayes
so
,
as
tis
reported
.
Clar.
You
are
a
great
man
in
the
Parish
sir
.
Clo.
I
understand
my self
so
much
the
better
sir
,
for
all
the
best
in
the
Parish
pay
duties
to
the
Clark
,
and
I
would
ow
you
none
sir
.
Clar.
Since
youl
have
it
so
,
i'le
be
the
first
to
hide
my
head
.
Clo.
Mine
is
a
capcass
now
to
our
busines
in
your
hand
,
good
luck
I
hope
,
I
long
to
be
resolv'd
.
Clar.
Look
you
sir
,
this
is
that
cannot
deceive
you
.
This
is
the
Diall
that
goes
ever
true
;
You
may
say
Ipse
dixit
upon
this
witnes
,
And
tis
good
in
Law
too
.
Clo.
Pray
you
lets
bear
what
it
speaks
.
Clar.
Mark
sir
,
Agatha
the
daughter
of
Pollux
,
this
is
your
Wives
name
,
and
the
name
of
her
father
,
born
.
Clo.
Whose
daughter
say
you
.
Clar.
The
daughter
of
Pollux
Clo.
I
take
it
his
name
was
Bollux
.
Clar.
Pollux
the
Orthography
I
assure
you
sir
,
the
word
is
corrupted
else
.
Clo.
Well
on
sir
of
Pollux
,
now
come
on
Castor
.
Clar.
Born
in
an
.
1540.
and
now
tis
99.
by
this
infallible
record
sir
(
let
me
see
)
she
is
now
just
59.
and
wants
but
one
.
Clo.
I
am
sorry
she
wants
so
much
.
Clar.
Why
sir
?
alas
tis
nothing
,
tis
but
so
many
months
,
so
many
weeks
,
so
many
—
Clo.
Do
not
deduct
it
to
dayes
twill
be
the
more
tedious
,
and
to
measure
it
by
houre
glasses
were
intollerable
.
Clar.
Doe
not
think
on
it
sir
,
halfe
the
time
goes
away
in
sleep
,
tis
halfe
the
yeare
in
nights
.
Clo.
Oh
you
mistake
me
neighbour
,
I
am
loath
to
leave
the
good
old
woman
.
if
shee
were
gone
now
it
would
not
grieve
mee
,
for
what
is
a
yeare
alasse
but
a
lingring
torment
?
and
were
it
not
better
she
were
out
of
her
paine
,
t'must
needs
bee
a
griefe
to
us
both
.
Clar.
I
would
I
knew
how
to
ease
you
neighbour
?
Clo.
You
speake
kindly
truly
,
and
if
you
say
but
Amen
to
it
,
(
which
is
a
word
that
I
know
you
are
perfect
in
)
it
might
be
don
,
Clarks
are
the
most
indifferent
honest
men
,
for
to
the
marriage
of
your
enemy
,
or
the
buriall
of
your
friend
,
the
Curses
or
the
Blessings
to
you
are
all
one
,
you
say
Amen
to
all
.
Clar.
With
a
better
will
to
the
one
then
the
other
neighbour
,
but
I
shall
be
glad
to
say
Amen
to
any
thing
might
doe
you
a
pleasure
.
Clo.
There
is
first
somthing
above
your
duty
,
now
I
would
have
you
set
forward
the
Clock
a
little
,
in
to
helpe
the
old
woman
out
of
her
paine
.
Clar.
I
will
speake
to
the
Sexton
for
that
,
but
the
day
will
go
nere
the
faster
for
that
.
Clo.
Oh
neighbour
you
doe
not
conceit
mee
,
not
the
Jack
of
the
Clock-house
the
hand
of
the
Diall
I
meane
,
come
,
I
know
you
being
a
great
Clark
,
cannot
chuse
but
have
the
art
to
cast
a
figure
.
Clar.
Never
indeed
neighbour
,
I
never
had
the
judgement
to
cast
a
figure
.
Clo.
I'le
show
you
on
the
back
side
of
your
booke
,
looke
you
,
what
figures
this
.
Clar.
Four
with
a
Cipher
thats
forty
.
Clo.
So
forty
,
whats
this
now
?
Clar.
The
Cipher
is
turn'd
into
9.
by
adding
the
taile
which
makes
forty
nine
.
Clo.
Very
well
understood
,
what
i'st
now
?
Clar.
The
4.
is
turnd
into
3.
tis
now
thirty
nine
.
Clo.
Very
well
understood
,
and
can
you
do
this
agen
?
Clar.
Oh
easily
sir
.
Clo.
A
wager
of
that
,
let
me
see
the
place
of
my
wives
age
agen
.
Clar.
Looke
you
sir
tis
heere
1540
.
Clo.
Forty
drachmaes
,
you
doe
not
turne
that
forty
into
thirty
nine
.
Clar.
A
match
with
you
.
Clo.
Done
,
and
you
shall
keepe
stakes
your selfe
there
they
are
.
Clar.
A
firme
match
,
but
stay
sir
now
I
consider
it
,
I
shall
add
a
yeare
to
your
wives
age
,
let
mee
see
Scirophon
the
17.
and
now
tis
Hecatomcaon
the
11.
if
I
alter
this
your
wife
will
have
but
a
month
to
live
by
the
Law
.
Clo.
Thats
all
one
sir
,
either
doe
it
or
pay
me
my
wager
.
Clar.
Will
you
lose
your
wife
before
you
lose
your
wager
?
Clo.
A
man
may
get
two
wives
before
halfe
so
much
money
by
em
,
will
you
doot
?
Clar.
I
hope
you
will
conceale
me
for
tis
flat
corruption
.
Clo.
Nay
sir
I
would
have
you
keepe
counsell
,
for
I
lose
my
money
by't
and
should
be
laught
at
for
my
labour
,
if
it
should
bee
known
.
Clar.
Well
sir
,
there
tis
done
,
is
perfect
39.
as
can
be
found
in
black
and
white
but
mum
sir
,
thers
danger
in
this
figure
casting
.
Clo.
I
sir
,
I
know
that
better
men
then
you
have
beene
throwne
over
the
barr
for
as
little
,
the
best
is
,
you
can
be
but
throwne
out
of
the
Belfrie
.
Enter
the
Cook
,
the
Taylor
,
Bayliffe
,
and
Butler
.
Clar.
Lock
close
heere
comes
company
,
Asses
have
eares
as
well
as
Pitchers
.
Cook
.
Oh
Gnothos
,
how
i'st
?
heer's
a
trick
of
discarded
Cards
of
us
,
wee
were
ranked
with
Coats
as
long
as
our
old
master
lived
.
Clo.
And
is
this
then
the
end
of
Serving
men
?
Cooke
.
Yes
faith
,
this
is
the
end
of
serving
men
,
a
wise
man
were
better
serve
one
God
then
all
the
men
in
the
world
.
Clo.
Twas
wel
!
spak
of
a
Cook
,
and
are
all
faln
into
fasting
daies
and
ember
weeks
,
that
Cooks
are
out
of
use
?
Tay.
And
all
Taylors
will
bee
cut
into
Lists
and
Shreds
,
if
this
world
hold
,
we
shall
grow
both
out
of
request
.
But.
And
why
not
Butlers
aswell
as
Taylors
,
if
they
can
goe
naked
,
let
em
neither
eat
nor
drink
.
Cla.
Thats
strange
mee thinks
,
a
Lord
should
turne
away
his
Taylor
of
all
men
,
and
how
dost
thou
Taylor
?
Tay.
I
do
so
so
,
but
indeed
all
our
wants
are
long
of
this
Publican
my
Lords
Bayliff
,
for
had
he
been
rent
gatherer
still
,
our
places
had
held
together
still
,
that
are
now
seame
rent
,
nay
crack'd
in
the
whole
peece
.
Bal.
Sir
,
if
my
Lord
had
not
sold
his
Lands
that
claime
his
Rents
,
I
should
still
have
beene
the
rent
gatherer
.
Cook
.
The
truth
is
,
except
the
Coachman
,
and
the
Footman
,
all
serving
men
are
out
of
request
.
Clo.
Nay
say
not
so
,
for
you
were
never
in
more
request
then
now
;
for
requesting
is
but
a
kind
of
a
begging
,
for
when
you
say
I
beseech
your
Worships
Charity
,
tis
all
one
if
you
say
I
request
i●●
,
and
in
that
kind
of
requesting
,
I
am
sure
serving
men
were
never
in
more
request
.
Cook
.
Troath
hee
sayes
true
,
well
let
that
passe
,
wee
are
upon
a
better
adventure
.
I
see
Gnothos
you
have
beene
before
us
,
we
came
to
deale
with
this
Merchant
for
some
commodities
.
Clar.
With
me
sir
any
thing
that
I
can
.
But.
Nay
we
have
look'd
out
our
Wives
already
,
marry
to
you
we
come
to
know
the
prices
,
that
is
to
know
their
ages
for
so
much
reverence
we
beare
to
age
,
that
the
more
aged
,
they
shall
be
the
more
deere
to
us
.
Tay.
The
truth
is
every
man
has
laid
by
his
Widdow
,
so
they
be
lame
enough
,
blinde
enough
,
and
old
,
tis
good
enough
.
Clar.
I
keepe
the
town
stock
,
if
you
can
but
name
em
,
I
can
tell
their
ages
today
.
Om.
We
can
tell
their
fortunes
to
an
houre
then
.
Clar.
Only
you
must
pay
for
turning
of
the
leaves
.
Cook
.
Oh
bountifully
,
come
mine
first
!
But.
The
Butler
before
the
Cooke
while
you
live
,
thers
few
that
eate
before
they
drinke
in
a
morning
.
Tay.
Nay
then
the
Taylor
puts
in
his
needle
of
priority
,
for
men
do
cloth
themselves
before
they
either
drink
or
eat
.
Bay.
I
will
strive
for
no
place
,
the
longer
ere
I
marry
my
wife
,
the
older
shee
will
be
,
and
nearer
her
end
and
my
ends
.
Clar.
I
will
serve
you
all
gentlemen
if
you
will
have
patience
.
Clo.
I
commend
your
modesty
sir
,
you
are
a
Bayliff
whose
place
is
to
come
behind
other
men
,
as
it
were
in
the
bumm
of
all
the
rest
.
Bay.
So
sir
,
and
you
were
about
this
businesse
too
,
seeking
out
for
a
Widdow
.
Clo.
Alack
no
sir
,
I
am
a
married
man
,
and
have
those
cares
upon
me
that
you
would
faine
runn
into
.
Bay.
What
an
old
rich
wife
,
any
man
in
this
age
desires
such
a
care
.
Clo.
Troath
sir
I'le
put
a
venter
with
you
if
you
will
,
I
have
a
lusty
old
queane
to
my
wife
,
sound
of
wind
and
limb
,
yet
I'le
give
out
to
take
three
for
one
,
at
the
marriage
of
my
second
wife
.
Bay.
I
sir
,
but
how
neere
is
shee
to
the
Law
?
Clo.
Take
that
at
hazard
sir
,
there
must
bee
time
you
know
to
get
a
new
:
Unsight
,
unseen
,
I
take
3.
to
one
.
Bay.
Two
to
one
I'le
give
if
shee
have
but
two
teeth
in
her
head
.
Clo.
A
match
,
theres
five
drachmes
for
ten
at
my
next
wife
.
Bay.
A
match
.
Cook
.
I
shall
be
fitted
bravely
,
fifty
eight
and
upwards
,
tis
but
a
yeare
and
a
halfe
,
and
I
may
chance
make
friends
,
and
beg
a
yeare
of
the
Duke
.
But.
Hey
boyes
I
am
made
sir
Butler
,
my
wife
that
shall
bee
wants
but
two
months
of
her
time
,
it
shall
bee
one
ere
I
marry
her
,
and
then
the
next
will
be
a
hunny
moon
.
Tay.
I
out
strip
you
all
,
I
shall
have
but
six
weeks
of
Lent
,
if
I
get
my
Widdow
,
and
then
comes
eating
tide
plump
and
gorgious
.
Clo.
This
Taylor
will
be
a
man
if
ever
there
were
any
.
Bay
Now
comes
my
turn
,
I
hope
goodman
Finis
,
you
that
are
still
at
the
end
of
all
with
a
so
be
it
,
well
now
sirs
,
doe
you
venter
there
as
I
have
done
?
and
ile
venter
heereafter
you
,
good
luck
I
beseech
thee
.
Clar.
Amen
sir
.
Bay.
That
deserves
a
fee
already
,
there
tis
,
please
me
and
have
a
better
.
Clar.
Amen
sir
.
Cook
.
How
two
for
one
at
your
next
wife
,
is
the
old
one
living
?
Clo.
You
have
a
faire
Match
,
I
offer
you
no
foule
one
,
if
Death
make
not
hast
to
call
her
,
shee'l
make
none
to
go
to
him
.
But.
I
know
her
,
shees
a
lusty
woman
,
I'le
take
the
venter
.
Clo.
Theres
five
drachmes
for
ten
at
my
next
wife
.
But.
A
bargain
.
Cook
.
Nay
then
weel
be
all
Merchants
give
me
.
Tay.
And
me
.
But.
What
has
the
Bayliff
sped
?
Bay.
I
am
content
,
but
none
of
you
shall
know
my
happiness
.
Clar.
As
well
as
any
of
you
all
believe
it
sir
.
Bay.
Oh
Clarke
you
are
to
speak
last
alwayes
.
Clar.
I'le
remember't
hereafter
sir
,
you
have
done
with
mee
Gentlemen
?
Enter
Wife
.
Om.
For
this
time
honest
Register
.
Clar.
Fare
you
well
then
,
if
you
do
,
I'le
cry
Amen
toot
.
Exit
.
Cook
.
Looke
you
sir
is
not
this
your
Wife
?
Clo.
My
first
wife
sir
.
But.
Nay
then
we
have
made
a
good
match
ont
,
if
she
have
no
froward
Disease
,
the
Woman
may
live
this
dozen
yeares
by
her
age
.
Tay.
I'me
afraid
shees
broken
winded
,
shee
holds
silence
so
long
.
Cook
.
Weel
now
leave
our
venter
to
the
event
,
I
must
a wooing
.
But.
Ile
but
buy
me
a
new
dagger
,
and
overtake
you
.
Bay.
So
we
must
all
,
for
he
that
goes
a wooing
to
a
Widdow
without
a
weapon
will
never
get
her
.
Exeunt
.
Clo.
Oh
Wife
,
Wife
!
Wife
.
What
ayle
you
man
you
speake
so
passionatly
.
Clo.
Tis
for
thy
sake
sweet
wife
,
who
would
thinke
so
lusty
an
old
woman
,
with
reasonable
good
teeth
,
and
her
tongue
in
as
perfect
use
as
ever
it
was
,
should
bee
so
neere
her
time
,
but
the
Fates
will
have
it
so
?
Wife
.
Whats
the
matter
man
,
you
doe
amaze
me
?
Clo.
Thou
art
not
sick
neither
I
warrant
thee
.
Wife
.
Not
that
I
know
of
sure
.
Clo.
What
pitty
tis
a
woman
should
bee
so
neere
her
end
,
and
yet
not
sick
.
Wife
.
Neere
her
end
man
,
tush
I
can
guesse
at
that
,
I
have
yeares
good
yet
of
life
in
the
remainder
,
I
want
two
yet
at
least
of
the
full
number
,
Then
the
Law
I
know
craves
impotent
and
useless
And
not
the
able
women
.
Clo.
I
alas
I
see
thou
hast
beene
repairing
time
as
well
as
thou
couldst
,
the
old
wrinckles
are
well
fild
up
,
but
the
Vermilion
is
seene
too
thick
,
too
thick
,
and
I
read
whats
written
in
thy
forehead
,
it
agrees
with
the
Church
Booke
.
Wife
.
Have
you
sought
my
age
man
,
and
I
preethee
how
is
it
?
Clo.
I
shall
but
discomfort
thee
.
Wife
.
Not
at
all
man
,
when
there's
no
remedy
,
I
will
go
though
unwillingly
.
Clo.
1539
.
Just
it
agrees
with
the
Booke
,
you
have
about
a
yeare
to
prepare
your selfe
.
Wife
.
Out
alas
,
I
hope
theres
more
then
so
,
but
doe
you
not
thinke
a
repreeve
might
be
gotten
for
halfe
a
score
,
and
twere
but
five
yeare
,
I
would
not
care
,
an
able
woman
(
me thinks
)
were
to
be
pittied
.
Clo.
I
to
be
pittied
,
but
not
help'd
,
no
hope
of
that
,
for
indeed
women
have
so
blemishd
their
own
reputations
now a dayes
,
that
it
is
thought
the
Law
will
meet
them
at
fifty
very
shortly
.
Wife
.
Marry
the
Heavens
forbid
.
Clo.
Theres
so
many
of
you
that
when
you
are
old
become
Witches
,
some
professe
Physick
,
and
kill
good
subjects
faster
then
a
burning
Feavour
;
and
then
Schoolemistresses
of
the
sweet
sinne
,
which
commonly
we
call
Bawds
innumerable
of
that
sort
:
for
these
and
such
causes
tis
thought
they
shall
not
live
above
fifty
.
Wife
.
I
man
but
this
hurts
not
the
good
old
women
.
Clo.
I faith
you
are
so
like
one
another
,
that
a
man
cannot
distinguish
'em
now
;
were
I
an
old
woman
I
would
desire
to
goe
before
my
time
,
and
offer
my selfe
willingly
,
2.
or
3.
yeares
before
;
oh
those
are
brave
women
and
worthy
to
bee
commended
of
all
men
in
the
world
that
when
their
Husbands
die
they
run
to
bee
burnt
to
death
with
em
,
theres
honor
and
credit
,
give
mee
halfe
a
dozen
such
wives
.
Wife
.
I
if
her
Husband
were
dead
before
,
'twere
a
reasonable
request
,
if
you
were
dead
I
could
be
content
to
be
so
.
Clo.
Fie
,
thats
not
likely
,
for
thou
hadst
two
husbands
before
me
.
Wife
.
Thou
wouldst
not
have
me
die
,
would'st
thou
husband
?
Clo.
No
I
do
not
speake
to
that
purpose
,
but
I
say
what
credit
it
were
for
mee
and
thee
,
if
thou
wouldst
,
then
thou
shouldst
never
bee
suspected
for
a
Witch
,
a
Physitian
,
a
Bawd
,
or
any
of
those
things
,
and
then
how
daintily
should
I
mourne
for
thee
,
how
bravelie
should
I
see
thee
buried
,
when
alas
if
hee
goes
before
it
cannot
choose
but
bee
a
great
griefe
to
him
to
thinke
hee
has
not
seene
his
wife
well
buried
,
there
be
such
vertuous
women
in
the
world
,
but
too
few
,
too
few
who
desire
to
die
7.
yeares
before
their
time
with
all
their
hearts
.
Wife
.
I
have
not
the
heart
to
be
of
that
mind
,
but
indeed
Husband
I
think
you
would
have
me
gone
.
Clo.
No
alas
I
speake
but
for
your
good
and
your
credit
,
for
when
a
woman
may
die
quickly
,
why
should
shee
goe
to
Law
for
her
Death
,
alack
I
neede
not
wish
thee
gone
,
for
thou
hast
but
a
short
time
to
stay
with
me
,
you
do
not
know
how
neare
tis
,
it
must
out
,
you
have
but
a
month
to
live
by
the
Law
.
Wife
.
Out
alas
.
Clo.
Nay
scarce
so
much
.
Wife
.
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
,
my
heart
!
Swouns
.
Clo.
I
so
,
if
thou
wouldst
go
away
quietly
twere
sweetly
done
,
and
like
a
kind
wife
,
lie
but
a
little
longer
and
the
bell
shall
towle
for
thee
.
Wife
.
Oh
my
hart
,
but
a
month
to
live
.
Clo.
Alas
why
wouldst
thou
come
back
agen
for
a
month
,
i'le
throw
her
downe
agen
,
oh
woman
tis
not
three
weeks
,
I
thinke
a
fortnight
is
the
most
.
Wife
.
Nay
then
I
am
gone
allready
.
Swouns
.
Clo.
I
would
make
hast
to
the
Sexton
now
,
but
I'me
afraid
the
towling
of
the
Bell
will
wake
her
agen
;
if
she
be
so
wise
as
to
goe
now
,
she
stirs
agen
,
ther's
two
lives
of
the
nine
gone
.
Wife
.
Oh
wouldst
not
thou
helpe
to
recover
mee
husband
?
Clo.
Alas
,
I
could
not
find
in
my
heart
to
hold
thee
by
thy
nose
,
or
box
thy
cheeks
,
it
goes
against
my
conscience
.
Wife
.
I
will
not
be
thus
frighted
to
my
Death
,
I'le
search
the
Church
Record
a
fortnight
Tis
too
little
of
conscience
,
I
cannot
be
so
neare
,
Oh
time
if
thou
beest
kind
lend
me
but
a
yeare
.
Exit
.
Clo.
What
a
spites
this
,
that
a
man
cannot
perswade
his
wife
to
dye
in
any
time
with
her
good
will
,
I
have
another
bespoke
already
,
though
a
peece
of
old
beefe
will
serve
to
breakfast
,
yet
a
man
would
be
glad
of
a
Chicken
to
supper
;
the
Clarke
I
hope
understands
no
Hebrew
,
and
cannot
write
backward
what
hee
hath
writ
forward
already
,
and
then
I
am
well
enough
:
tis
but
a
month
at
most
,
if
that
were
gon
My
venter
comes
in
with
her
two
for
one
,
Tis
use
enough
a
consciēce
for
a
brother
if
he
had
a
consciēce
.
Exit
.
Enter
Eugenia
as
one
Dore
,
Simonides
,
Courtiers
at
the
other
.
Eug.
Gentlemen
Courtiers
.
1.
Cour.
All
your
servants
vowd
Lady
.
Oh
I
shall
kill
my selfe
with
infinite
laughter
!
Will
no body
take
my
part
?
Sim.
An't
be
a
laughing
businesse
Put
it
to
me
,
i'me
one
of
the
best
in
Europe
.
My
father
died
last
too
,
I
have
the
most
cause
.
Eug
You
ha
pickd
out
such
a
time
sweet
Gentlemen
To
make
your
spleen
a
banquet
.
Sim.
Oh
the
jest
Lady
!
I
have
a
jaw
stands
ready
fort
,
il'e
gape
,
Halfe
way
and
meet
it
.
Eug.
My
old
Husband
That
cannot
say
his
praiers
out
for
Jealosie
And
madnesse
,
at
your
comming
first
to
woe
me
.
Sim
Well
sayd
.
1
Cour.
Go
on
.
2.
Cour.
On
,
on
.
Eug.
Takes
Counsell
with
the
secrets
of
all
art
To
make
himselfe
youthfull
agen
.
Sim
How
youthfull
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Eug.
A
man
of
forty
five
he
would
faine
seeme
to
be
Or
scarce
so
much
if
he
might
have
his
will
indeed
.
Sim.
I
but
his
white
haires
theyl
betray
his
hoarinesse
.
Eug
Why
there
you
are
wide
,
hees
not
the
man
you
take
him
for
,
Nay
will
you
know
him
when
you
see
him
agen
,
There
will
be
five
to
one
layd
upon
that
.
1.
Cour.
How
?
Eug
Nay
you
did
well
to
laugh
faintly
there
,
I
promise
you
I
think
heel
out
live
me
now
,
And
deceive
Law
and
all
.
Sim.
Merry
gowt
forbid
.
Eug.
You
little
think
he
was
at
Fencing
Schoole
At
foure
a Clock
this
Morning
.
Sim.
How
at
Fencing
Schoole
?
Eug.
Else
give
no
trust
to
woman
.
Sim.
By
this
light
I
doe
not
like
him
then
,
hees
like
to
live
Longer
then
I
,
for
he
may
kill
me
first
now
.
Eug.
His
dancer
now
came
in
as
I
met
you
.
1.
Cour.
His
dancer
too
.
Eug.
They
observe
turnes
and
houres
with
him
,
The
great
French
rider
will
be
heere
at
ten
With
his
Curvetting
Horse
.
2.
Cour.
These
notwithstanding
.
His
haire
and
wrincles
will
betray
his
age
.
Eug.
I'me
sure
his
Head
and
Beard
as
he
has
orderd
it
Looks
not
past
fifty
now
heel
bringt
to
forty
Within
these
four
dayes
for
9
times
an
hour
at
least
He
takes
a
Black
Lead
Combe
and
kembs
it
over
.
Three
quarters
of
his
Beard
is
under
fifty
,
Thers
but
a
little
tuft
of
fourscore
left
Enter
Lisander
.
All
of
one
side
which
will
be
black
by
Munday
,
And
to
approve
my
truth
see
where
he
coms
?
Laugh
softly
gentlemen
,
and
looke
upon
him
.
Sim.
Now
by
this
hand
hees
almost
black
ith
mouth
indeed
.
1.
Cour.
He
should
die
shortly
then
.
Sim.
Marry
me thinks
he
dies
too
fast
already
,
For
he
was
all
white
but
a
weeke
agoe
.
1.
Cour.
Oh
this
same
cunny
white
takes
an
excellent
black
,
Too
soone
a
mischiefe
ont
.
2.
Cour.
He
will
beguild
us
all
If
that
little
tuft
Northward
turne
black
too
.
Eug.
Nay
sir
I
wonder
tis
so
long
a
turning
.
Sim.
May
be
some
Fairies
child
held
forth
at
midnight
Has
pist
upon
that
side
.
1.
Cour.
Is
this
the
Beard
?
Lis
Ah
sirrah
my
yong
boyes
I
shall
be
for
you
,
This
little
mangie
tuft
takes
up
more
time
Then
all
the
Beard
beside
,
come
you
a wooing
And
I
alive
and
lusty
?
you
shall
find
An
alteration
,
Jack
boyes
I
have
a
Spirit
yet
,
And
I
could
match
my
haire
too't
,
theres
the
fault
,
And
can
doe
offices
of
youth
yet
lightly
.
At
least
I
will
doe
though
it
paine
me
a
little
Shall
not
a
man
for
a
little
foolish
age
Enjoy
his
Wife
to
himselfe
,
must
yong
Court
tits
Play
tomboyes
tricks
with
her
,
and
he
live
,
ha
?
I
have
blood
that
will
not
beart
,
yet
I
confesse
I
should
be
at
my
prayers
,
but
wheres
the
Dancer
there
.
Ent.
Dan
Dan.
Heere
sir
.
Lis.
Come
,
come
,
come
,
one
trick
a
day
,
And
I
shall
soone
recover
all
agen
.
Eug.
Slight
and
you
laugh
too
loud
,
we
are
all
discoverd
Gentlemen
Sim.
And
I
have
a
scurvy
ginny
laugh
a
mine
own
.
Will
spoyle
all
i'me
afraid
.
Eug.
Marry
take
heed
sir
.
Sim.
Nay
and
I
should
bee
hangd
I
can't
leave
it
,
pup
.
there
tis
.
Eug
Peace
oh
peace
!
Lis.
Come
I
am
ready
sir
.
I
heare
the
Church
Bookes
lost
where
I
was
borne
to
,
And
that
shall
set
me
back
one
and
twenty
years
There
is
no
little
comfort
left
in
that
,
And
my
three
Court
Codlings
that
looke
parboyld
,
As
if
they
came
from
Cupids
scalding
house
.
Sim
He
meanes
me
specially
I
hold
my
life
.
Danc.
What
trick
will
your
old
Worship
learn
this
morning
sir
?
Lis.
Marry
a
trick
if
thou
couldst
teach
a
man
To
keepe
his
Wife
to
himselfe
,
i'de
faine
learn
that
.
Danc.
Thats
a
hard
trick
for
an
old
man
specially
The
Horse
trick
comes
the
nearest
.
Lis.
Thou
sayst
true
,
I faith
They
must
be
horst
indeed
,
else
theres
no
keeping
on
em
And
horse
play
at
fourscore
is
not
so
ready
.
Danc.
Look
you
heers
your
Worships
horse
trick
sir
.
Lis.
Nay
say
not
so
,
Tis
none
of
mine
I
fall
down
horse
and
man
,
If
I
but
offer
at
it
.
Danc.
My
life
for
yours
sir
.
Lis.
Saist
thou
me
so
.
Danc.
Well
offerd
by
my
Violl
sir
.
Lis.
A
Pox
of
this
horse
trick
,
t'as
playd
the
jade
with
me
And
given
me
a
wrinch
ith
back
.
Danc.
Now
heeres
your
i●turne
,
and
your
trick
above
ground
.
Lis.
Prithee
no
more
,
unlesse
thou
hast
a
mind
to
lay
me
underground
,
one
of
these
tricks
enough
in
a
morning
.
Danc.
For
your
Gilliard
sir
You
are
Compleat
enough
,
I
and
may
challenge
The
proudest
Coxcombe
of
em
all
,
i'le
stand
toot
.
Lis.
Faith
and
I've
other
weapons
for
the
rest
too
,
I
have
prepard
for
em
,
if
ere
I
take
My
Gregories
heere
agen
.
Sim.
Oh
I
shall
burst
,
I
can
hold
out
no
longer
.
Eug.
Hee
spoyles
all
.
Lis.
The
Divell
and
his
grinners
are
you
come
.
Bring
forth
the
weapons
we
shall
find
you
play
,
All
feats
of
youth
to
Jack
Boyes
,
feats
of
youth
.
And
these
the
weapon
,
drinking
,
fencing
,
dancing
,
Your
owne
roade
waies
you
Glisterpipes
,
Ime
old
you
say
Yes
parlous
old
Kidds
and
you
mark
me
well
,
This
Beard
cannot
get
Children
,
yon
lank
suckeggs
,
Unlesse
such
Weezels
come
from
Court
to
help
us
We
will
get
our
owne
bratts
,
you
lecherous
dogbolts
Enter
with
Glasses
.
Wel
said
down
with
'em
now
we
shall
see
your
spirits
What
dwindle
you
already
?
2.
Cour.
I
have
no
quallity
.
Sim.
Nor
I
,
unlesse
drinking
may
be
reckned
For
one
.
1.
Cour.
Why
Sim
it
shall
.
Lis.
Come
dare
you
chuse
your
weapon
now
.
1.
Cour.
I
dancing
sir
and
you
will
be
so
hasty
.
Lis.
We're
for
you
sir
.
2
Cour.
Fencing
I
.
Lis.
Weel
answer
you
to
.
Sim.
I'me
for
drinking
your
wet
weapon
there
.
Lis.
That
wet
one
has
cost
many
a
princox
life
And
I
will
send
it
through
you
with
a
powder
.
Sim.
Let
come
with
a
Pox●
I
care
not
so't
be
drink
.
I
hope
my
guts
will
hold
,
and
that's
●een
all
A
Gentleman
can
looke
for
of
such
trillibubs
.
Lis.
Play
the
first
weapon
,
come
strike
,
strike
I
say
Yes
,
yes
,
you
shall
be
first
,
Ile
observe
Court
Rules
A
Galliard
Laminiard
Alwayes
the
worst
goes
foremost
,
so
twill
prove
I
hope
So
sir
,
y'ave
spit
your
poyson
,
now
come
I
,
Now
forty
years
ago
backward
and
assist
me
Fall
from
me
halfe
my
age
but
for
three
minutes
,
That
I
may
feel
no
crick
,
I
will
put
faire
fort
Although
I
hazzard
twenty
Sciaticaes
So
I
have
hit
you
.
1.
Cour.
Y'ave
done
well
I faith
sir
,
Lis.
If
you
confesse
it
well
tis
excellent
And
I
have
hit
you
soundly
,
I
am
warme
now
,
The
second
weapon
instantly
.
2.
Cour.
What
so
quick
sir
,
will
you
not
allow
your selfe
a
breathing
time
?
Lis.
Ive
breath
enough
at
all
times
,
Lucifers
Musk
cod
To
give
your
perfumd
worship
3.
Vennies
,
A
sound
old
man
puts
his
thrust
better
home
Then
a
spic'd
yong
man
,
there
I
.
2.
Cour.
Then
have
at
you
fourscore
.
Lis.
You
lie
twenty
I
hope
,
and
you
shall
find
it
.
Sim.
I'me
glad
I
mist
this
weapon
,
I
had
an
eye
Popd
out
ere
this
time
,
or
my
two
butter
teeth
Thrust
down
my
throat
instead
of
a
flap
draggon
.
Lis.
Theres
two
,
peptwizle
.
Danc.
Excellently
touch'd
sir
.
2.
Cour.
Had
ever
man
such
luck
,
speak
your
opinion
gentlemen
?
Sim.
Me thinks
your
lucks
good
that
your
eyes
are
in
stil
,
Mine
would
have
drop'd
out
like
a
pigs
halfe
toasted
.
Lis.
There
wants
a
third
and
there
tis
agen
.
2.
Cour.
The
Divel
has
steeld
him
.
Eug.
What
a
strong
fiend
is
Jelousie
?
Lis.
Your
dispatchd
beare
whelp
.
Sim.
Now
comes
my
weapon
in
.
Lis.
Heere
toad
stoole
,
heere
.
Tis
with
you
and
I
must
play
these
3.
wet
Vennies
.
Sim.
Vennis
in
Venice
Glasses
,
let
em
come
Theyl
bruise
no
flesh
Ime
sure
,
nor
break
no
bones
.
2.
Cour.
Yet
you
may
drink
your
eyes
out
sir
.
Sim.
I
but
thats
nothing
then
they
goe
voluntarily
,
I
doe
not
Love
to
have
em
thrust
out
whether
they
will
or
●●●
.
Lis.
Heeres
your
first
weapon
ducks
meat
.
Sim.
How
,
a
dutch
what
you
call
em
.
Stead
of
a
German
falchion
,
a
shrewd
weapon
;
And
of
all
things
,
hard
to
be
taken
downe
,
Yet
downe
it
must
,
I
have
a
nose
goes
in
toot
I
shall
drinke
double
I
think
.
1.
Cour.
The
sooner
off
Sim
.
Lis.
Ile
pay
you
speedily
—
with
a
trick
.
I
learnt
once
amongst
drunkards
,
heeres
halfe
pike
.
Sim.
Halfe
pike
comes
well
after
Dutch
what
you
call
em
,
They'd
never
be
a sunder
by
their
good
will
.
1.
Cour.
Well
puld
of
an
old
fellow
.
Lis.
Oh
but
your
fellowes
Pull
better
at
a
rope
.
1
Cour.
Theres
a
haire
Sim
.
In
that
Glasse
.
Sim.
Ant
be
as
long
as
a
halter
downe
it
goes
No
haire
shall
crosse
me
.
Lis.
I
make
you
stinke
worse
then
your
Polecats
doe
.
Heeres
long
sword
your
last
weapon
.
Sim.
No
more
weapons
.
1.
Cour.
Why
how
now
Sim
beare
up
,
thou
shamst
us
all
else
.
Sim.
Light
I
shall
shame
you
worse
and
I
stay
longer
.
I
ha
got
the
Scotony
in
my
head
already
,
The
whimzy
,
you
all
turne
round
,
do
not
you
dance
gallants
.
2.
Cour.
Pish
whats
all
this
?
why
Sim
look
the
last
Venny
Sim.
No
more
Vennies
goes
down
heere
,
for
these
2.
are
comming
up
agen
.
2.
Cour.
Out
The
disgrace
of
drinkers
.
Sim.
Yes
twill
out
,
Doe
you
smell
nothing
yet
?
1.
Cour.
Smell
.
Sim.
Farwell
quickly
then
it
will
do
if
I
stay
.
Exit
.
1.
Cour.
A
Foyle
go
with
thee
.
Lise.
What
shall
we
put
downe
youth
at
her
owne
vertues
?
Beat
folly
in
her
owne
ground
wondrous
much
Why
may
not
we
be
held
as
full
sufficient
To
love
our
owne
wives
,
then
get
our
owne
children
And
live
in
free
peace
till
we
be
dissolved
?
For
such
spring
Butterflies
that
are
gawdie
wingd
,
But
no
more
substance
then
these
Shamble
flies
Which
Butchers
boyes
snap
betweene
sleepe
and
waking
,
Come
but
to
crush
you
once
you
are
all
but
maggots
,
For
all
your
beamy
out
sides
.
Enter
Cleanthes
Eug.
Heeres
Cleanthes
,
He
comes
to
chide
let
him
alone
a
little
,
Our
cause
will
be
reveng'd
,
look
,
look
his
face
Is
set
for
stormy
weather
,
do
but
marke
How
the
Clouds
gather
in't
,
'twil
powre
downe
straight
.
Clean.
Me thinks
I
partly
know
you
,
thats
my
griefe
Could
you
not
all
be
lost
that
had
beene
handsome
,
But
to
be
known
at
all
tis
more
then
shamefull
,
Why
was
not
yeur
name
wont
to
be
Lisander
?
Lis.
Tis
so
still
coze
.
Clean.
Judgement
defer
thy
comming
,
else
this
mans
miserable
.
Eug.
I
told
you
there
would
be
a
showre
anon
.
2.
Cour.
Weel
in
and
hide
our
noddles
.
Exeunt
Courtiers
&
Eugenia
.
Clean.
What
Divel
brought
this
colour
to
your
mind
.
Which
since
your
childhood
I
neare
saw
you
weare
,
You
were
ever
of
an
innocent
gloss
Since
I
was
ripe
for
knowledge
,
and
would
you
lose
it
And
change
the
Livery
of
Saints
and
Angels
For
this
mixt
monstrousnes
,
to
force
a
ground
That
has
been
so
long
hallowed
like
a
Temple
,
To
bring
forth
fruits
of
earth
now
,
and
turn
black
To
the
wild
cries
of
lust
,
and
the
complexion
Of
Sin
in
act
,
lost
and
long
since
repented
;
Would
you
begin
a
work
nere
yet
attempted
;
To
pul
time
backward
?
See
what
your
wife
wil
do
,
are
your
wits
perfect
?
Lis.
My
witts
.
Clean.
I
like
it
ten
times
worse
for
t'ad
been
safer
Now
to
be
mad
,
and
more
excusable
.
I
heare
you
dance
agen
and
do
strange
follies
.
Lis.
I
must
confesse
I
have
been
put
to
some
coze
.
Clean.
And
yet
you
are
not
mad
,
pray
say
not
so
Give
me
that
comfort
of
you
that
you
are
mad
That
I
may
think
you
are
at
worst
,
for
if
You
are
not
mad
,
I
then
must
guesse
you
have
The
first
of
some
Disease
was
never
heard
of
,
Which
may
be
worse
then
madness
,
and
more
fearfull
,
Youd
weep
to
see
your selfe
else
,
and
your
care
To
pray
wou'd
quickly
turne
you
white
agen
.
I
had
a
father
had
he
livd
his
month
out
But
to
ha
seen
this
most
prodigious
folly
,
There
needed
not
the
Law
to
have
cut
him
off
:
The
sight
of
this
had
prov'd
his
executioner
,
and
broke
his
heart
,
He
would
have
held
it
equall
Done
to
a
Sanctuary
,
for
what
is
age
But
the
holy
place
of
life
,
Chapel
of
ease
For
all
mens
wearied
miseries
,
and
to
rob
That
of
her
Ornament
,
it
is
accurst
,
As
from
a
Priest
to
steale
a
holy
Vestment
,
I
and
convert
it
to
a
sinfull
covering
.
Exit
Lisander
.
I
see
ta's
done
him
good
,
blessing
go
with
it
,
Enter
Eugenia
.
Such
as
may
make
him
pure
agen
.
Eug.
Twas
bravely
touch'd
I faith
sir
.
Clean.
Oh
y'are
welcome
.
Eug.
Exceedingly
well
handled
.
Clean.
Tis
to
you
I
come
,
he
fell
but
i'my
way
.
Eug.
You
markd
his
beard
Cosen
.
Clean.
Mark
me
.
Eug.
Did
you
ever
see
a
haire
so
changd
?
Clean.
I
must
be
forcd
to
wake
her
lowdly
to
,
The
Divel
has
rock'd
her
so
fast
asleep
,
Strumpet
.
Eug.
Do
you
call
sir
?
Clean.
Whore
.
Eug.
How
doe
you
sir
?
Clean.
Be
I
nere
so
well
I
must
be
sick
of
thee
,
th'art
a
Disease
That
stickest
t'oth
heart
,
as
all
such
women
are
.
Eug.
What
ailes
our
kindred
?
Clean.
Blesse
me
she
sleeps
still
,
what
a
dead
modesty
is
i'this
woman
?
Will
never
blush
agen
,
look
on
thy
work
,
But
with
a
Christian
eye
,
'twou'd
turn
thy
heart
Into
a
showre
of
blood
to
be
the
cause
Of
that
old
mans
destruction
,
think
upont
Ruine
eternally
,
for
through
thy
loose
follies
Heaven
has
found
him
a
faint
servant
lately
,
His
goodness
has
gone
backward
,
and
ingendred
With
his
old
sins
again
,
has
lost
his
prayers
And
all
the
tears
that
were
companions
with
em
And
like
a
blind
fold
man
,
giddy
and
blinded
Thinking
he
goes
right
on
still
,
swerves
but
one
foot
And
turnes
to
the
same
place
where
he
set
out
,
So
he
that
tooke
his
farwell
of
the
world
And
cast
the
joyes
behind
him
out
of
sight
,
Sum'd
up
his
houres
,
made
even
with
time
and
men
Is
now
in
heart
arriv'd
at
youth
agen
;
All
by
thy
wildness
thy
too
hasty
lust
Has
driven
him
to
this
strong
apostacy
,
Immodesty
like
thine
was
never
equald
Ive
heard
of
women
,
(
shall
I
call
em
so
)
Have
welcomd
suitors
ere
the
Corps
were
cold
,
But
thou
thy
Husband
living
,
thou
art
too
bold
.
Eug.
Well
have
you
done
now
sir
?
Clean.
Look
,
look
she
smiles
yet
.
Eug.
All
this
is
nothing
to
a
mind
resolvd
,
Ask
any
woman
that
,
sheel
tell
you
so
much
You
have
only
showne
a
pretty
sawcy
wit
,
Which
I
shal
not
forget
nor
to
requite
it
,
You
shal
heare
from
me
shortly
:
Clean.
Shamelesse
woman
,
I
take
my
counsel
from
thee
tis
too
honest
And
leave
thee
wholly
to
thy
stronger
master
,
Blesse
the
sex
of
thee
from
thee
,
thats
my
Prayer
Were
al
like
thee
so
impudently
common
,
No
man
would
be
found
to
wed
a
woman
.
Exit
.
Eug.
Ile
fit
you
gloriously
hee
that
attempts
to
take
away
my
pleasure
,
Ile
take
away
his
joy
,
and
I
can
sure
His
conceald
father
payes
fort
,
ile
een
tel
.
Him
that
I
meane
to
make
my
husband
next
Enter
Simonides
And
he
shall
tel
the
Duke
,
—
Masse
heere
he
comes
.
Sim.
Has
had
about
with
me
too
.
Eug.
What
no
?
since
sir
.
Sim.
A
flurt
,
a
little
flurt
,
he
cald
me
strange
names
But
I
neare
minded
him
.
Eug.
You
shall
quit
him
sir
when
he
as
little
minds
you
.
Sim.
I
like
that
wel
.
I
love
to
be
reveng'd
when
no
one
thinks
of
me
.
Theres
little
danger
that
way
,
Eug.
This
is
it
then
He
you
shall
strike
your
stroke
shal
be
profound
.
And
yet
your
foe
not
gu●sle
who
gave
the
wound
.
Sim.
A
my
troath
I
love
to
give
such
wounds
.
Exeunt
.
Finis
Actus
Tertii
.
Act.
IV.
Scen.
I.
Enter
Clowne
,
Burler
,
Bayliff
,
Taylor
,
Cooke
,
Drawer
,
Wench
.
Draw.
VVelcome
Gentlemen
,
will
you
not
draw
neere
,
will
you
drinke
at
Dore
Gentlemen
?
But.
Oh
the
Summer
Ayres
best
!
Draw.
What
Wine
will
please
you
drink
Gentlemen
?
But.
Declare
sirrah
.
Clo
What
y'are
all
sped
already
bullies
?
Cook
.
My
Widdowes
ath
spitt
and
halfe
ready
lad
,
a
turne
or
too
more
and
I
have
done
with
her
.
Clo.
Then
Cooke
I
hope
you
have
basted
her
before
this
time
.
Cook
.
And
stuck
her
with
Rosemary
too
,
to
sweeten
her
,
she
was
tainted
ere
she
came
to
my
hands
what
an
old
peice
of
flesh
of
fifty
nine
eleaven
mooths
and
upwards
,
she
must
needs
be
flieblown
.
Clo.
Put
her
off
put
her
off
,
tho
you
lose
by
her
,
the
weathers
hot
.
Cook
.
Why
Drawer
?
Enter
Drawer
.
Draw.
By
and
by
,
heere
gentlemen
,
heeres
the
quintessence
of
Greece
,
the
Sages
never
drunck
better
Grape
.
Cook
.
Sir
the
mad
Greeks
of
this
age
can
taste
their
Palermo
as
well
as
the
sage
Greeks
did
before
em
,
fill
lick
splggot
.
Draw.
Ad
imum
sir
.
Clo.
My
friends
I
must
doubly
invite
you
all
the
fifth
of
the
next
month
,
to
the
funerall
of
my
first
wife
,
and
to
the
marriage
of
my
second
.
my
two
to
one
this
is
she
.
Cook
.
I
hope
some
of
us
wil
bee
ready
for
the
funeral
of
our
Wives
by
that
time
,
to
goe
with
thee
,
but
shal
they
bee
both
of
a
day
?
Clo.
Oh
best
of
al
sir
,
where
sorrow
and
joy
meet
together
,
one
wil
help
away
with
another
the
better
,
besides
there
wil
bee
charges
sav'd
too
,
the
same
Rosemary
that
serves
for
the
Funeral
,
wil
serve
for
the
Wedding
.
But.
How
long
do
you
make
account
to
be
a
Widdower
sir
?
Clo.
Some
halfe
an
houre
,
long
enough
a
conscience
.
Come
,
come
,
lets
have
some
agillity
,
is
there
no
Musick
in
the
house
?
Draw.
Yes
sir
,
heere
are
sweet
wire
drawers
in
the
howse
.
Cook
.
Oh
that
makes
them
and
you
seldome
part
,
you
are
wine
drawers
,
and
they
wyer
drawers
.
Tay.
And
both
govern
by
the
pegs
too
.
Clo.
And
you
have
pipes
in
your
consort
too
.
Draw.
And
Sack-buts
too
sir
.
But.
But
the
Heads
of
your
Instruments
differ
,
yours
are
Hogs-heads
their
Cittern
and
Gittern
Heads
.
Bay.
All
wooden
heads
there
they
meet
agen
.
Cook
.
Bid
em
strike
up
,
weel
have
a
Dance
,
Gnothoes
come
thou
shalt
foole
it
too
.
Clo.
No
dancing
with
me
,
we
have
Siren
heere
.
Cook
.
Siren
,
twas
Hiren
the
faire
Greek
man
.
Clo.
Five
Drachmes
of
that
,
I
say
Siren
the
fair
Greek
,
and
so
are
all
fair
Greeks
.
Cook
.
A
match
,
five
Drachmes
her
name
was
Hiren
.
Clo.
Sirens
name
was
Siren
for
5.
Drachmaes
.
Cook
.
Tis
done
.
Tay.
Take
heed
what
you
do
Gnothoes
.
Clo.
Doe
not
I
know
our
own
Country
women
Siren
and
Nell
of
Greece
,
two
of
the
fairest
greeks
that
ever
were
.
Cook
.
That
Nel
was
Hellen
of
Greece
too
.
Clo.
As
long
as
shee
tarried
with
her
Husband
shee
was
Ellen
,
but
after
she
came
to
Troy
shee
was
Nel
of
Troy
,
or
Bonny
Nell
Whether
you
will
or
no
.
Tay.
Why
did
she
grow
shorer
when
she
came
to
Troy
?
Clo.
She
grow
longer
if
you
marke
the
story
,
when
shee
grew
to
be
an
ell
shee
was
deeper
then
any
yard
of
Troy
could
reach
by
a
quarter
:
there
was
Cressid
was
Troy
waight
,
and
Nell
was
haberdepoyse
,
she
held
more
by
fowre
ounces
then
Cresida
.
Bay.
They
say
she
causd
many
wounds
to
be
given
in
Troy
.
Clo
True
,
she
was
wounded
there
her selfe
,
and
cured
againe
by
Plaster
of
Paris
,
and
ever
since
that
has
beene
usd
to
stop
holes
with
.
Enter
Drawer
.
Draw
Gentlemen
if
you
be
disposed
to
bee
merry
,
the
Musick
is
ready
to
strike
up
,
and
heeres
a
consort
of
mad
Greeks
,
I
know
not
whether
they
bee
men
or
women
,
or
betweene
both
,
they
have
what
you
call
em
vizards
on
their
faces
.
Cook
.
Vizards
goodman
lickspiggot
.
But.
If
they
be
wise
women
they
may
be
wizards
too
.
Draw.
They
desire
to
enter
amongst
any
merry
company
of
Gentlemen
good
fel'owes
for
a
straine
or
too
.
Old
women
.
Cook
.
Weel
strain
our selves
with
em
say
,
let
em
come
Gnothoes
:
now
for
the
honour
of
Epire
.
Dance
.
She
dancing
with
me
,
we
have
Siren
heere
.
The
Dance
of
old
women
maskt
,
then
offer
to
take
the
men
,
they
agree
all
but
Gnothoes
:
he
fits
with
his
Wench
after
they
whisper
.
Cook
.
I
so
kind
then
every
one
his
Wench
to
his
severall
room
:
Gnothoes
we
are
all
provided
now
as
you
are
Exeunt
each
with
his
wife
manet
Gnothoes
wife
unmaskt
.
Clo.
I
shall
have
two
it
seemes
away
I
have
Siren
heere
already
Wife
.
What
a
Mermaid
?
Clo.
No
but
a
maid
horse
face
,
oh
old
woman
is
it
you
?
Wife
.
Yes
tis
I
,
all
the
rest
have
guld
themselves
,
and
taken
their
own
wives
,
and
shall
know
that
they
have
done
more
then
they
can
well
answer
,
but
I
pray
you
,
Husband
what
are
you
doing
?
Clo.
Faith
thus
should
I
do
if
thou
weart
dead
,
old
Ag.
and
thou
hast
not
long
to
live
Ime
sure
,
we
have
Siren
'
heere
.
Wife
.
Art
thou
so
shameless
whilst
I
am
living
to
keepe
one
under
my
nose
.
Clo.
Noe
Ag
I
doe
prize
her
far
above
thy
nose
,
if
thou
wouldst
lay
me
both
thine
eyes
in
my
hand
to
boot
,
ile
not
leave
her
,
art
not
ashamd
to
bee
seene
in
a
Tavern
,
and
hast
scarce
a
fortnight
to
live
,
oh
old
woman
what
art
thou
,
must
thou
find
no
time
to
think
of
thy
end
?
Wife
.
Oh
unkind
villaine
.
Clo.
And
then
sweet
heart
thou
shalt
have
two
new
gownes
,
and
the
best
of
this
old
old
womans
shall
make
thee
rayments
for
the
working
dayes
.
Wife
.
Oh
rascall
dost
thou
quarter
my
clothes
already
too
.
Clo.
Her
ruffs
will
serve
thee
for
nothing
but
to
wash
dishes
,
for
thou
shalt
have
nine
of
the
new
fashion
.
Wife
.
Impudent
villaine
,
shamelesse
harlot
.
Clo.
You
may
heare
she
never
wore
any
but
railes
al
her
life
time
Wife
.
Let
me
come
i'le
teare
the
strumpet
from
him
.
Clo.
Darst
thou
call
my
wife
strumpet
,
thou
preterpluperfect
tence
of
a
woman
,
i'le
make
thee
do
penance
in
the
sheet
thou
shalt
be
buried
in
,
abuse
my
choice
,
my
two
to
one
.
Wife
.
No
unkind
villaine
i'le
deceave
thee
yet
,
I
have
a
repreeve
for
five
years
of
life
,
I
am
with
child
.
Wench
.
Cud
so
Gnothoes●
ile
not
tarry
so
long
,
five
yeares
,
I
may
bury
two
husbands
by
that
time
.
Clo.
Alas
give
the
poore
woman
leave
to
talke
,
she
with
child
,
I
with
a
puppy
,
as
long
as
I
have
thee
by
me
,
she
shall
not
bee
with
child
I
warrant
thee
.
Wife
.
The
Law
and
thou
and
all
shall
find
I
am
with
child
.
Clo.
i'le
take
my
corporall
oath
I
begat
it
not
,
and
then
thou
diest
for
adultery
.
Wife
.
No
matter
that
will
aske
some
time
in
the
proofe
.
Clo.
Oh
you'd
bee
stond
to
death
would
you
,
all
old
women
would
die
a
that
fashion
with
all
their
hearts
,
but
the
Law
shall
overthrow
you
,
the
tother
way
first
.
Wench
.
Indeed
if
it
be
so
,
I
will
not
linger
so
long
Gnothoes
.
Clo.
Away
,
away
,
some
botcher
has
got
it
,
tis
but
a
chushion
I
warrant
thee
,
the
old
woman
is
loath
to
depart
,
she
never
sung
other
tune
in
her
life
.
Wench
.
Wee
will
not
have
our
noses
board
with
a
chushion
if
it
be
so
.
Clo.
Go
,
go
thy
wayes
thou
old
Almanack
,
at
the
28.
day
of
December
een
almost
out
of
date
,
down
on
thy
knees
,
and
make
thee
ready
〈…〉
some
of
thy
clothes
to
buy
thee
a
Deaths
head
,
and
put
upon
thy
middle
finger
,
your
least
considering
Bawds
doe
so
much
;
be
not
thou
worse
though
thou
art
an
old
woman
as
she
is
,
I
am
cloyd
with
oli
stock
fish
,
heers
a
yong
perch
is
sweeter
meat
by
halfe
,
prithee
die
before
thy
day
if
thou
canst
,
that
thou
maist
not
be
counted
a
witch
.
Wife
.
No
,
thou
art
a
witch
and
i'le
prove
it
,
I
said
I
was
with
child
,
thou
knewst
no
other
but
by
sorcery
,
thou
saidst
it
was
a
cushion
and
so
it
is
,
thou
art
a
witch
fort
,
i'le
be
sworne
too't
.
Clo.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
I
told
thee
twas
a
chushion
,
go
get
thy
sheet
ready
,
wee'l
see
thee
buried
as
we
go
to
Church
to
be
married
.
Ex.
Wife
.
Nay
i'le
follow
thee
,
and
shew
my selfe
a
wife
,
i'le
plague
thee
as
long
as
I
live
with
thee
,
and
i'le
bury
some
money
before
I
die
that
my
ghost
may
hant
thee
afterward
.
Exit
.
Enter
Cleanthes
.
Clean.
Whats
that
?
oh
nothing
but
the
whispering
wind
,
Breaths
through
you
churlish
hathorne
that
grew
rude
As
if
it
chid
the
gentle
breath
that
kist
it
,
I
cannot
be
too
circumspect
,
too
carefull
For
in
these
woods
lies
hid
all
my
lives
treasure
,
Which
is
too
much
ever
to
feare
to
lose
.
Hip.
Though
it
be
never
lost
,
and
if
our
watchfulness
Ought
to
be
wise
and
serious
against
a
thiefe
That
comes
to
steale
our
goods
,
things
all
without
us
,
That
proves
vexation
often
more
then
comfort
,
How
mighty
ought
our
providence
to
be
To
prevent
those
?
if
any
such
there
were
That
come
to
rob
our
bosome
of
our
joyes
,
That
only
makes
poore
man
delight
to
live
:
Psha
,
i'me
too
fearful
fie
,
fie
,
who
can
hurt
me
?
But
tis
a
general
cowardice
that
shakes
,
the
nerves
of
confidence
,
he
that
hides
treasure
imagins
every
one
thinks
of
that
place
when
tis
a
thing
least
minded
,
nay
let
him
change
the
place
continually
where
ere
it
keeps
,
There
wil
the
feare
keepe
stil
,
yonders
the
store
house
Enter
Hippolita
.
Of
all
my
comfort
now
,
and
see
it
sends
forth
A
deere
one
,
to
me
,
pretious
chiefe
of
women
,
How
does
the
good
old
soule
,
has
he
fed
wel
?
Hip.
Beshrew
me
sir
he
made
the
heartiest
meale
to day
Much
good
mayt
do
his
health
.
Clean
A
blessing
on
them
,
Both
for
thy
newes
and
wish
.
Eip.
His
stomack
sir
Is
betterd
wondrously
since
his
concealment
.
Clean.
Heaven
has
a
blessed
work
int
,
come
wee'r
safe
heere
I
preethee
call
him
forth
,
the
ayres
much
wholesomer
.
Hip.
Father
,
How
sweetly
sounds
the
voyce
of
a
good
woman
?
Ent.
Leonides
.
It
is
so
seldome
heard
that
when
it
speaks
It
ravishes
all
fences
.
Clean.
Lifts
of
honor
,
Ive
a
joy
weeps
to
see
you
,
tis
so
full
So
fairely
fruitfull
,
I
hope
to
see
you
often
and
returne
,
Loaden
with
blessings
,
still
to
powre
on
some
.
I
find
em
all
in
my
contented
peace
,
And
lose
not
one
in
thousands
,
th'are
disperst
So
gloriously
I
know
not
which
are
brightest
I
finde
em
as
Angels
are
found
by
legions
;
First
in
the
love
and
honesty
of
a
wife
,
Which
is
the
first
and
chiefest
of
all
temporall
blessings
,
Next
in
your selfe
,
which
is
the
hope
and
joy
Of
all
any
actions
,
my
affaires
,
my
wishes
,
And
lastly
which
crownes
all
,
I
find
my
soul
Crown'd
with
the
peace
of
em
,
th'eternall
riches
Mans
only
portion
,
for
his
heavenly
marriage
.
Leo.
Rise
thou
art
all
obedience
,
love
and
goodness
,
I
dare
say
that
which
thousand
fathers
cannot
.
And
thats
my
pretious
comfort
,
never
son
Was
in
the
way
more
of
celestiall
rising
,
Thou
art
so
made
of
such
ascending
vertue
That
all
the
powrs
of
hel
cannot
sinke
thee
.
A
Horne
.
Clean.
Ha
.
Leo.
What
wast
disturbd
my
joy
?
Clean
Did
you
not
heare
,
As
a far
off
?
Leo.
What
my
excellent
consort
.
Clean
.
Nor
you
.
Hip.
I
heard
a
—
A
Horne
.
Clean.
Harke
agen
.
Leo.
Blesse
my
joy
,
What
ailes
it
on
a
sudden
?
Clean.
Now
since
lately
.
Leo.
Tis
nothing
but
a
symptome
of
thy
care
man
.
Clean.
Alas
you
do
not
heare
well
.
Leo.
What
wast
daughter
?
Hip.
I
heard
a
sound
twice
.
A
Horne
.
Clean.
Hark
,
lowder
and
nearer
:
In
for
the
precious
good
of
virtue
,
quick
sir
.
Lowder
and
nearer
yet
,
at
hand
at
hand
;
A
hunting
heere
tis
strange
,
I
never
Knew
game
followed
in
these
woods
before
.
Enter
Duke
,
Simonides
,
Courtiers
,
and
Executioner
.
Hip.
Now
let
em
come
and
spare
not
.
Clean.
Ha
,
tis
,
ist
not
the
Duke
,
look
sparingly
?
Hip.
Tis
her
but
what
of
that
,
alas
take
heed
sir
,
Your
care
will
overthrow
us
.
Clean.
Come
.
it
shall
not
,
Lets
set
a
pleasant
face
upon
our
feares
,
Though
our
hearts
shake
with
horror
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Duke
.
Harke
.
Clean.
Prithee
proceed
,
Ime
taken
with
these
light
things
infinitely
,
Since
the
old
mans
decease
;
ha
so
they
parted
,
ha
,
ha
.
ha
.
Duk.
Why
how
should
I
beleeve
this
,
look
,
hees
merry
As
if
he
had
no
such
charge
?
one
with
that
care
Could
never
be
so
still
,
he
holds
his
temper
,
And
tis
the
same
still
with
no
difference
He
brought
his
fathers
Corps
to'th
grave
with
,
He
laught
thus
then
you
know
.
1.
Cour.
I
,
he
may
laugh
my
Lord
;
That
showes
but
how
he
glories
in
his
cunning
,
And
perhaps
done
more
to
advance
his
wit
,
Then
to
expresse
affection
to
his
father
,
That
onely
he
his
over
reach'd
the
Law
.
Sim.
He
tels
you
right
,
my
Lord
,
his
owne
Cosen
germen
Reveald
it
first
to
me
,
a
free
tongu'd
woman
,
And
very
excellent
at
telling
secrets
.
Duk.
If
a
contempt
can
be
so
neatly
carried
,
It
gives
me
cause
of
wonder
.
Sim.
Troath
my
Lord
,
Twill
prove
a
delicat
cosoning
,
I
believe
:
I'de
have
no
Scrivener
offer
to
come
neere
it
.
Duk.
Cleanthes
.
Clean.
My
lov'd
Lord
.
Duk.
Not
mov'd
a
whit
,
Constant
to
lightning
still
,
tis
strange
to
meet
you
Upon
a
ground
so
unfrequented
sir
:
This
does
not
fit
your
passion
,
your
for
mirth
Or
I
mistak
you
much
.
Clean.
But
finding
it
Grow
to
a
noted
imperfection
in
me
,
For
any
thing
too
much
is
vitious
;
I
come
to
these
disconsolate
walkes
,
of
purpose
Onely
to
dul
and
take
away
the
edge
ont
.
I
ever
had
a
greater
zeale
to
sadnesse
,
A
naturall
proportion
,
I
confesse
my
Lord
Before
that
cheerful
accident
fel
out
,
If
I
may
call
a
fathers
funeral
cheerful
Without
wrong
done
to
duty
or
my
love
.
Du.
It
seemes
then
you
take
pleasure
i'these
walks
sir
.
Clean.
Contemplative
content
I
do
my
Lord
They
bring
into
my
mind
oft
meditations
so
sweetly
pretious
,
that
in
the
parting
I
finde
showre
of
grace
upon
my
cheeks
,
They
take
their
leave
so
feelingly
.
Duk.
So
sir
.
Clean.
Which
is
a
kind
of
grave
delight
my
Lord
.
Duk.
And
i've
small
cause
Cleanthes
t'afford
you
the
least
delight
that
has
a
name
.
Clean.
My
Lord
.
Sim.
Now
it
begins
to
fadge
.
1.
Cour.
Peace
thou
art
so
greedy
Sim
.
Duk.
In
your
excesse
of
joy
you
have
exprest
your
rancor
and
contempt
against
my
Law
:
your
smiles
deserve
fining
,
y'ave
profest
Derision
openly
een
to
my
face
,
Which
might
be
death
a
little
more
incensd
You
do
not
come
for
any
freedome
heere
But
for
a
project
of
your
own
,
But
all
that
knowne
to
be
contentfull
to
thee
,
Shall
in
the
use
prove
deadly
,
your
liues
mine
If
ever
thy
presumption
do
but
lead
thee
Into
these
walkes
agen
,
for
that
woman
I'le
have
em
watchd
a
purpose
.
1.
Cour.
Now
now
,
his
colour
ebbs
and
flowes
.
Sim.
Marke
hers
too
.
Hip.
Oh
who
shall
bring
food
to
the
poor
old
man
now
,
Speak
somwhat
good
sir
or
wee'r
lost
for
ever
?
Clean.
Oh
you
did
wondrous
ill
to
call
me
agen
,
There
are
not
words
to
help
us
if
I
intreat
Tis
found
,
that
will
betray
us
worse
then
silence
Prithee
let
Heaven
alone
,
and
lets
say
nothing
.
1.
Cour.
Y'ave
struck
em
dumb
my
Lord
.
Sim.
Look
how
guilt
looks
.
I
would
not
have
that
feare
upon
my
flesh
To
save
ten
fathers
.
Clean.
He
is
safe
still
,
is
he
not
?
Hip.
Oh
you
do
ill
to
doubt
it
.
Clean.
Thou'art
all
goodnesse
.
Sim.
Now
does
your
grace
believe
?
Duke
.
Tis
too
apparent
Search
,
make
a
speedy
search
,
for
the
imposture
Cannot
be
far
off
by
the
feare
it
sends
.
Clean.
Ha
.
Sim.
Has
the
Lapwings
cunning
,
i'me
afraid
my
Lord
That
cries
most
when
shees
farthest
from
the
nest
.
Clean.
Oh
wee'r
betrayd
.
Hip.
Betrayd
sir
.
Sim.
See
my
Lord
,
It
comes
out
more
and
more
still
.
Exeunt
Courtiers
&
Sim.
Clean.
Bloody
theefe
,
Come
from
that
place
,
tis
sacred-homicide
,
Tis
not
for
thy
adulterate
hands
to
touch
it
.
Hip.
Oh
miserable
vertue
,
what
distresse
art
thou
in
at
this
minute
?
Clean.
Help
me
thunder
For
my
powers
lost
,
Angels
shoot
plagues
and
help
me
:
Why
are
these
men
in
health
and
I
so
heart
sick
?
Or
why
should
nature
have
that
power
in
me
To
leavy
up
a
thousand
bleeding
sorrowes
And
not
one
comfort
,
onely
makes
me
lie
Like
the
poore
mockery
of
an
Earthquake
heere
?
Panting
with
horror
,
and
have
not
so
much
force
in
all
my
vengeance
.
To
shake
a
villain
off
a
mee
.
Enter
Courtiers
Simonides
,
Leonides
.
Hip.
Use
him
gently
and
Heaven
will
love
you
fort
.
Clean.
Father
,
oh
Father
now
I
see
thee
full
In
thy
affection
,
thou'rt
a
man
of
sorrow
But
reverently
becomst
it
,
that's
my
comfort
.
Extremity
was
never
better
grac'd
Then
with
that
looke
of
thine
,
oh
let
me
look
still
For
I
shall
lose
it
,
all
my
joy
and
strength
Is
een
Ecclips'd
together
,
I
transgrest
Your
Law
my
Lord
,
let
me
receive
the
sting
ont
Be
once
just
sir
,
and
let
the
offender
die
Hees
innocent
in
all
,
and
I
am
guilty
.
Leo.
Your
grace
knowes
when
affection
only
speaks
Truth
is
not
alwaies
there
,
his
love
would
draw
An
undeservd
misery
on
his
youth
,
And
wrong
a
peace
resolv'd
,
on
both
parts
sinfull
;
Tis
,
I
am
guilty
of
my
owne
concealment
And
like
a
worldly
coward
injurd
heaven
With
feare
to
go
toot
,
now
I
see
my
fault
,
And
am
prepard
with
joy
to
suffer
fort
.
Duke
.
Go
give
him
quick
dispatch
,
let
him
see
death
And
your
presumption
sir
shall
come
to
judgement
.
Exeunt
with
Leonides
.
Hip.
Hees
going
,
oh
hees
gon
sir
.
Clean.
Let
me
rise
.
Hip.
Why
doe
you
not
then
,
and
follow
?
Clean.
I
strive
fort
Is
their
no
hand
of
pitty
that
will
ease
me
And
take
this
villaine
from
my
heart
a
while
?
Hip.
Alas
hees
gone
.
Clean.
A
worse
supplies
his
place
then
,
A
weight
more
pondrous
,
I
cannot
follow
.
Hip.
Oh
misery
of
affliction
.
Clean.
They
will
stay
Till
I
can
come
,
they
must
be
so
good
ever
Though
they
be
nere
so
cruell
,
My
last
leave
must
be
taken
think
a
that
,
And
this
last
blessing
given
,
I
will
not
lose
That
for
a
thousand
consorts
.
Hip.
That
hopes
wretched
.
Clean.
The
inutterable
stings
of
fortune
,
All
greefs
are
to
be
borne
,
save
this
alone
;
This
like
a
headlong
torrent
over
turnes
the
frame
of
nature
,
For
he
that
gives
us
life
first
,
as
a
father
,
Locks
all
his
naturall
sufferings
in
our
blood
,
to
The
sorrows
that
he
feels
,
are
our
heads
,
They
are
incorporate
to
us
.
Hip.
Noble
sir
.
Clean.
Let
me
behold
him
well
.
Hip.
Sir
.
Clean.
Thou
shouldst
be
good
,
Or
tho'urt
a
dangerous
substance
to
be
lodgd
So
near
the
heart
of
man
.
Hip.
What
means
this
,
deere
sir
?
Clean.
To
thy
trust
onely
was
this
blessed
secret
Kindly
committed
,
tis
destroy'd
,
thou
seest
What
followes
to
be
thought
ont
.
Hip.
Miserable
;
Why
heers
th'unhappinesse
of
woman
stil
,
That
having
forfeited
in
old
times
their
trust
Enter
Eugenia
.
Now
makes
their
faiths
suspected
that
are
just
.
Clean.
What
shal
I
say
to
all
my
sorrowes
then
,
That
looke
for
satisfaction
?
Eug.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
Cozen
Clean.
How
ill
dost
thou
become
this
time
?
Eug.
Ha
.
ha
,
ha
.
Why
thats
but
your
opinion
,
a
yong
wench
Becomes
the
time
at
all
times
.
Eug.
Now
coze
wee'r
even
,
and
you
be
remembred
You
left
a
Strumpet
and
a
whore
at
home
with
me
,
And
such
fine
field
bed
words
,
which
could
not
cost
you
Lesse
then
a
father
.
Clean.
Is
it
come
that
way
?
Eug.
Had
you
an
Uncle
He
should
goe
the
same
way
too
.
Clean.
Oh
eternity
What
monster
is
this
feind
in
labour
with
?
Eug.
An
asse
Coult
with
two
heads
,
thats
she
and
you
:
I
will
not
lose
so
glorious
a
revenge
.
Not
to
be
understood
int
:
I
betray
him
,
And
now
wee'r
even
,
y'ad
best
keepe
you
so
.
Clean.
Is
there
not
poyson
yet
enough
to
kill
me
?
Hip.
Oh
sir
,
forgive
me
,
it
was
I
betrayd
him
.
Clean.
How
?
Hip.
I
.
Clean.
The
fellow
of
my
heart
twill
speed
me
then
.
Hip.
Her
tears
that
never
wept
,
and
mine
owne
pitty
Een
cozend
me
together
;
and
stole
from
me
This
secret
,
which
fierce
death
should
not
have
purchast
.
Clean.
Nay
then
wee'r
at
an
end
,
all
we
are
false
ones
,
And
ought
to
suffer
,
I
was
false
to
wisdome
In
trusting
woman
,
thou
wert
false
to
faith
In
uttering
of
the
secret
,
and
thou
false
To
goodnesse
in
deceaving
such
a
pitty
:
We
are
all
tainted
some
way
but
thou
worst
,
And
for
thy
infectious
spots
ought
to
die
first
.
Eug.
Pray
turne
your
weapon
sir
upon
your
Mistress
,
I
come
not
so
ill
friended
;
rescue
servants
.
Enter
Simonides
,
and
Courtiers
.
Clean.
Are
you
so
whorishly
provided
?
Sim.
Yes
sir
she
has
more
weapons
at
command
then
one
.
Eug.
Put
forward
man
,
thou
art
most
sure
to
have
me
.
Sim.
I
shall
be
surer
if
I
keepe
behind
though
.
Eug.
Now
servants
shew
your
loves
.
Sim.
I'le
shew
my
love
too
a
farr
off
.
Eug.
I
love
to
be
so
courted
,
woe
me
there
.
Sim.
I
love
to
keep
good
weapons
though
nere
fought
I'me
sharper
set
within
then
I
am
without
.
Hip.
Oh
Gentlemen
Cleanthes
.
Eug.
Fight
,
upon
him
.
Hip.
Thy
thirst
of
blood
proclaimes
thee
now
a
Strumpet
.
Eug.
Tis
daintie
,
next
to
procreation
fiting
,
Ide
either
be
destroying
men
or
getting
.
Enter
Officers
1.
Officer
.
Forbeare
on
your
allegiance
gentlemen
Hees
the
Dukes
Prisoner
,
and
we
ceise
upon
him
To
answer
this
contempt
against
the
Law
.
Clean.
I
obey
Fate
in
all
things
.
Hip.
Happy
rescue
.
Sim.
I
would
y'ad
seis'd
vpon
him
a
minute
sooner
,
'tad
sav'd
me
a
cut
finger
,
I
wonder
how
I
came
bi't
,
for
I
never
put
my
hand
forth
i'me
sure
,
I
think
my
own
sword
did
cut
it
if
truth
were
knowne
;
may
be
the
With
in
the
handle
,
I
have
liv'd
these
five
and
twenty
yeares
and
never
knew
what
cullour
my
blood
was
before
I
never
durst
eat
Oysters
,
nor
cut
peck
loaves
.
Eug.
You
have
showne
your
spirits
gentlemen
,
but
you
Have
cut
your
finger
.
Sim.
I
the
wedding
finger
too
,
a
pox
ont
.
1.
Cour.
Youl
prove
a
bawdy
batchelor
Sim
,
to
have
a
cut
upon
your
finger
,
before
you
are
married
.
Sim.
I'le
never
draw
sword
agen
to
have
such
A
jest
put
upon
me
.
Exeunt
Finis
Actus
Quarti
.
Act.
V.
Scen.
I.
Sword
and
Mace
carried
before
them
.
Enter
Simonides
,
and
the
Courtiers
.
Sim.
BE
ready
with
your
Prisoner
,
weel
sit
instantly
an
rise
before
leaven
,
or
when
we
please
:
Shall
we
not
follow
judges
?
Cour.
Tis
committed
All
to
our
power
,
censure
and
pleasure
,
now
The
Duke
hath
made
us
cheef
Lords
of
this
Sessions
,
And
we
may
speake
by
fits
,
or
sleep
by
turnes
.
Sim.
Leave
that
to
us
,
but
what so ere
we
do
The
Prisoner
shall
be
sure
to
be
condemnd
,
Sleeping
or
waking
we
are
resolvd
on
that
Before
we
set
upon
him
.
Eugenia
.
2.
Cour.
Make
you
question
If
not
Cleanthes
and
one
enemy
Nay
a
concealor
of
his
father
too
.
A
vild
example
in
these
dayes
of
youth
.
Sim.
If
they
were
given
to
follow
such
examples
But
sure
I
think
they
are
not
,
how so ere
'Twas
wickedly
attempted
,
thats
my
judgement
,
And
it
shall
passe
whilst
I
am
in
power
to
sit
,
Never
by
Prince
were
such
yong
judges
made
,
But
now
the
cause
requires
it
,
if
you
marke
it
He
must
make
yong
or
none
,
for
all
the
old
ones
Her
father
he
hath
sent
a
fishing
,
and
my
fathers
one
,
I
humbly
thanke
his
Highness
.
Enter
Eugenia
1.
Cour.
Widdows
?
Eug.
You
almost
hit
my
name
,
no
Gentlemen
You
come
so
wondrous
neare
it
I
admire
you
For
your
Judgement
.
Sim.
My
wife
that
must
be
she
.
Eug.
My
husband
goes
upon
his
last
houre
now
.
1.
Cour.
On
his
last
legs
I
am
sure
.
Eug.
September
the
seventeenth
I
will
not
bate
an
houre
ont
,
and
to morrow
His
latest
houres
expired
.
2.
Cour.
Bring
him
to
judgement
,
The
juries
panneld
and
the
verdict
given
Ever
he
appears
we
have
tane
course
for
that
.
Sim.
And
Officers
to
attach
the
gray
yong
man
,
The
youth
of
fourscore
be
of
comfort
Lady
:
We
shall
no
longer
bosome
January
:
For
that
I
will
take
order
,
and
provide
For
you
a
lusty
Aprill
.
Lisander
and
Guardian
.
Eug.
The
month
that
ought
indeed
To
go
before
May
.
1.
Cour.
Doe
as
we
have
sayd
,
Take
a
strong
guard
and
bring
him
into
Court
,
Lady
Eugenia
see
this
charge
performed
That
having
his
life
forfeited
by
the
Law
Hee
may
relieve
his
soule
.
Eug.
Willingly
From
shaven
chinns
never
came
better
Justice
Then
these
new
tucht
by
reason
.
Sim.
What
you
doe
Doe
suddenly
wee
charge
you
,
for
we
purpose
to
make
but
a
short
Sessions
,
a
new
business
Enter
Hippolita
.
1.
Cour.
The
faire
Hippolita
,
now
whats
your
suits
?
Hip.
Alas
I
know
not
how
to
stile
you
yet
,
To
call
you
judges
doth
not
suit
your
yeares
Nor
heads
and
braines
shew
more
antiquity
,
Yet
sway
your selves
with
equity
and
truth
And
i'le
proclaime
you
reverent
,
and
repeat
Once
in
my
life
time
I
have
seene
grave
heads
Plac't
upon
yong
mens
shoulders
.
2.
Cour.
Hark
she
flouts
us
,
And
thinks
to
make
us
monstrous
.
Hip
Prove
not
so
,
For
yet
me thinks
you
beare
the
shapes
of
men
.
Though
nothing
more
then
meerly
beautifeaus
To
make
you
appeare
Angels
,
but
if
Crimson
Your
name
and
power
with
blood
and
cruelty
,
Suppress
faire
virtue
and
enlarge
of
old
vice
,
Both
against
Heaven
and
Nature
,
draw
your
sword
Make
either
will
or
humor
turn
the
soule
Of
your
created
greatnesse
,
and
in
that
Oppose
all
goodnesse
.
I
must
tell
you
there
Y'are
more
then
monstrous
,
in
the
very
act
,
You
change
your selfe
to
Devils
.
1.
Cour.
Shees
a
witch
Harke
she
begins
to
conjure
.
Sim.
Time
you
see
Is
short
much
business
now
on
foot
,
shall
I
Give
her
her
answer
?
2.
Cour.
None
upon
the
Bench
More
learnedly
can
do
it
.
Sim.
He
,
he
,
hem
,
then
list
I
wonder
at
thine
impudence
yong
huswife
That
thou
darst
plead
for
such
a
base
offender
,
Conceale
a
father
past
his
time
to
die
:
What
son
and
heire
would
have
done
this
but
he
?
1.
Cour.
I
vow
not
I
.
Hip.
Because
yee
are
paricides
And
how
can
comfort
be
derived
from
such
That
pitty
not
their
fathers
?
2.
Cour.
You
are
fresh
and
faire
,
practise
yong
womens
ends
when
husbands
are
distrest
provide
them
friends
.
Sim.
I'le
set
him
forward
fee
thee
Some
wives
would
pay
for
such
a
curtesie
.
without
fee.
Hip.
Times
of
amazement
what
duty
goodness
dwell
,
I
soaught
for
charity
but
knock
at
Hel
.
Exit
.
Enter
Eugenia
,
with
Lisander
Prisoner
,
a
Guard
.
Simonides
.
Eugenia
come
.
Command
a
second
guard
To
bring
Cleanthes
in
weel
not
sit
long
.
My
stomack
strives
to
dinner
.
Eug.
Now
servants
may
a
Lady
be
so
bold
To
call
your
power
so
low
?
Sim.
A
Mistrissse
may
,
She
can
make
all
things
low
,
then
in
that
language
There
can
be
no
offence
.
Eug.
The
times
now
come
Of
manumissions
take
him
into
bonds
,
And
I
am
then
at
freedome
.
2.
Cour.
This
the
man
,
He●
hath
left
of
late
to
feed
on
snakes
,
His
beards
turnd
white
again
1.
Court.
Ist
possible
these
gowty
legs
danc't
lately
,
And
shatterd
in
a
Gilliard
?
Eug.
Jealousie
,
And
fear
of
death
can
worke
strange
prodigies
.
2.
Cour.
The
nimble
Fencer
this
that
made
me
tear
And
traverse
bout
the
Chamber
.
Sim.
I
and
gave
me
Those
elbow
Healths
the
hangman
take
him
fort
:
They
had
almost
fetcht
my
heart
out
,
the
Dutch
Veny
I
swallowed
pretty
wel
,
but
the
halfe
pike
Had
almost
prepard
me
but
had
I
took
Being
swolne
I
had
cast
my
Lungs
out
.
Florish
.
Duk.
A
flemish
Enter
the
Duke
.
2.
Cour.
Peace
the
Duke
.
Nay
bathe
your
seats
,
whose
that
?
Duk.
May't
please
your
Highnesse
Sim.
Tis
old
Lisander
.
Duk.
And
brought
in
by
his
wife
a
worthy
president
Of
one
that
no
way
would
offend
the
Law
.
And
should
not
passe
away
without
remark
,
You
have
been
lookt
for
long
.
Lis.
But
never
fit
To
die
till
now
my
Lord
,
my
sins
and
I
Have
been
but
newly
parted
,
much
a do
I
had
to
get
them
leave
me
,
or
be
taught
That
difficult
lesson
how
to
learn
to
die
.
I
never
thought
there
had
been
such
an
act
And
tis
the
only
discipline
we
are
borne
for
All
studdies
as
are
,
are
but
as
circular
lines
And
death
the
center
where
they
must
all
meet
.
I
now
can
looke
uppon
thee
erring
woman
And
not
be
vext
with
jealousie
,
on
yong
men
,
And
no
way
envy
their
delicious
health
,
pleasure
and
strength
,
all
which
were
once
mine
owne
And
mine
must
be
theirs
one
day
.
Duk.
You
have
tamd
him
Sim.
And
know
how
to
dispose
him
that
my
Liege
Hath
been
before
determined
,
you
confesse
Your selfe
of
full
age
.
Lis.
Yes
and
prepard
to
inherit
Hip.
Your
place
above
—
Duke
—
away
to
death
with
him
Sim.
Of
which
the
hangmans
strength
Cleanthes
Guard
.
Shall
put
him
in
possession
,
tis
still
guard
To
take
me
willing
and
in
mind
to
die
.
And
such
are
when
the
earth
growes
weary
of
them
Most
fit
for
heaven
,
the
Court
shall
make
his
Mittimus
And
send
him
thither
presently
ith
mean
time
.
Enter
a
Guard
with
Cleanthes
,
Hippollita
weeping
after
him
.
So
see
another
person
brought
to
the
Barr.
1.
Cour.
The
arch
Malefactor
.
2.
Cour.
The
grand
offenders
the
most
refractory
To
call
good
orders
,
tis
Cleanthes
,
Hee
.
Sim.
That
would
have
sons
grave
fathers
ere
their
fathers
Be
sent
unto
their
graves
.
Duk.
There
will
be
expectation
In
your
severe
pooceedings
against
him
;
His
act
being
so
Capitall
.
Sim.
Fearfull
and
bloody
,
Therefore
we
charge
these
women
leave
the
Court
Lest
they
should
stand
to
heare
it
.
Eug.
I
in
expectation
Of
a
most
happy
freedome
.
Exit
.
Hip.
I
with
the
apprehension
Of
a
most
sad
and
desolate
widdow
hood
.
Exit
.
1.
Cour.
We
bring
him
to
the
Bar
.
2.
Cour.
Hold
up
your
hand
sir
.
Clean.
More
reverence
to
the
place
then
to
the
persons
To
the
one
I
offer
up
a
palm
Of
duty
and
obedience
showd
us
to
heaven
,
Imploring
justice
which
was
never
wanting
Upon
that
Bench
whilst
their
own
fathers
sat
:
But
unto
you
,
my
hands
contracted
thus
,
As
threatning
vengeance
against
murtherers
,
For
they
that
kill
in
thought
shed
innocent
blood
With
pardon
to
your
highness
too
much
passion
Made
me
forget
your
presence
and
the
place
,
I
now
am
cald
too
.
Duk.
All
one
Majesty
And
Power
we
have
to
pardon
or
condemne
Is
now
conferd
on
them
.
Sim.
And
these
weel
use
Little
to
thine
advantage
.
Clean.
I
expect
it
And
as
to
these
I
look
no
mercy
from
And
much
lesse
showne
to
intreat
it
,
I
thus
now
Submit
me
the
Emblemes
of
your
power
I
meane
The
Sword
and
Bench
but
my
most
reverend
judges
Ere
you
proceed
to
sentence
,
for
I
know
You
have
given
me
lost
,
will
you
resolve
me
one
thing
?
1.
Cour.
So
it
be
breefly
questioned
.
2.
Cour.
Shew
your
honor
,
Day
spends
it selfe
a pace
.
Clean.
My
Lords
it
shall
Resolve
me
then
where
are
your
filliall
tears
Your
mourning
habits
and
sad
hearts
become
.
That
should
attend
your
fathers
funerall
Though
the
strick
Law
which
I
will
not
accuse
Because
a
subject
snatcht
away
their
lives
It
doth
not
barr
them
to
lament
their
deaths
Or
if
you
cannot
spare
one
sad
suspire
It
doth
not
bid
you
laugh
them
to
their
graves
Lay
subtle
traines
to
antidate
their
yeares
,
To
be
the
sooner
ceas'd
of
their
estates
.
Oh
time
of
age
wheres
that
Eneas
now
Who
letting
all
his
Jewels
to
the
flames
.
Forgetting
country
kindred
treasure
friends
Fortunes
and
all
things
save
the
name
of
son
Which
you
so
much
forget
,
goe
like
Eneas
Who
tooke
his
bedrid
father
on
his
back
And
with
that
sacred
load
(
to
him
no
burden
)
Hewd
out
his
way
through
blood
,
through
fire
,
through
Even
all
the
armed
streets
of
bright
burning
Troy
,
Onely
to
saue
a
father
.
Sim.
We
have
no
leasure
now
To
heare
lessons
read
from
Virgill
,
wee
are
past
schoole
,
And
all
this
time
thy
judges
.
2.
Cour.
Tis
fit
,
That
we
proceed
to
sentence
.
1.
Cour.
You
are
the
mouth
And
now
tis
fit
to
open
.
Sim.
Justice
indeed
Should
ever
be
close
ear'd
,
and
open
mouthd
That
is
to
heare
him
little
,
and
speake
much
Low
then
Cleanthes
there
is
none
can
be
A
good
son
and
a
bad
subject
,
for
if
Princes
Be
cald
the
peoples
fathers
then
the
subjects
Are
all
his
sones
,
and
he
that
flouts
the
Prince
Doth
disobey
his
father
,
there
yeare
gone
.
1.
Cour.
And
not
to
be
recovered
.
Sim.
And
again
.
2.
Cour.
If
he
be
gone
once
call
him
not
againe
.
Sim.
I
say
againe
this
act
of
thine
expresses
A
double
disobedience
,
as
our
Princes
Are
fathers
,
so
they
are
our
soveraignes
too
,
And
he
that
doth
rebell
against
soveraignety
Doth
commit
treason
in
the
height
of
degree
And
now
thou
art
quite
gone
.
1.
Cour.
Our
brother
in
commission
Hath
spoke
his
mind
both
learnedly
and
neatly
,
And
I
can
add
but
little
,
howsoever
It
shall
send
him
packing
.
He
that
begins
a
fault
that
wants
example
Ought
to
be
made
example
for
the
fault
.
Clean.
A
fault
no
longer
can
I
hold
my selfe
To
heare
vice
upheld
and
vertue
throwne
down
,
A
fault
judge
then
,
I
desire
where
it
lyeth
In
those
that
are
my
judges
or
in
mee
Heaven
stand
on
my
side
pitty
love
and
duty
.
Sim.
Where
are
they
sir
who
sees
them
but
your selfe
.
Clean.
Not
you
,
and
I
am
sure
,
You
never
had
the
gracious
eyes
to
see
them
,
You
think
you
arraigne
me
,
but
I
hope
To
sentence
you
at
the
Bar
.
2.
Cour.
That
would
shew
brave
.
Clean.
This
were
the
judgement
seat
,
we
now
The
heaviest
crimes
that
ever
made
up
Unnaturallness
in
humanity
,
You
are
found
fowle
and
guilty
by
a
Jury
Made
of
your
fathers
curses
,
which
have
brought
Vengeance
impending
on
you
,
and
I
now
Am
forst
to
pronounce
judgement
on
my
judges
.
The
common
Lawes
of
reason
and
of
nature
Condemne
you
ipso
facto
,
you
are
paricides
,
And
if
you
marry
will
beget
the
lyar
Who
when
y'are
growne
to
full
maturity
Will
hurry
you
their
fathers
to
their
graves
;
Like
Traytors
you
take
counsell
from
the
living
Of
upright
judgement
,
you
would
rob
the
Bench
:
Experience
and
discretion
snatcht
away
From
the
earths
face
,
turne
all
into
disorder
,
Imprison
vertue
,
and
infranchice
vice
,
And
put
the
Sword
of
justice
into
the
hands
of
Boyes
and
mad
men
.
Sim.
Well
,
well
have
you
done
sir
?
Clean.
I
have
spoke
my
thoughts
.
Sim.
Then
I'le
begin
and
end
.
Duk.
Tis
time
I
now
begin
,
Where
your
commission
ends
,
Cleanthes
you
come
from
the
Bar
Because
I
know
y'are
severally
disposd
;
I
heere
invite
you
to
an
object
will
no
doubt
Recorders
.
Old
men
.
Worke
in
you
contrary
effects
.
Musick
.
Musick
,
Sons
and
the
old
men
appeare
.
Clean.
Pray
Heaven
I
dream
not
,
sure
he
moves
,
talkes
comfortably
,
as
joy
can
wish
a
man
,
if
he
be
changd
Far
above
from
me
,
he
is
not
ill
intreated
His
face
doth
promise
fullness
of
content
And
glory
hath
a
part
int
.
Leo.
Oh
my
son
.
Duk.
You
that
can
claime
acquaintance
with
these
lads
Talke
freely
.
Sim.
I
can
see
none
there
thats
worth
one
hand
to
you
from
me
.
Duk.
These
are
thy
judges
and
by
their
grave
Law
I
find
thee
cleare
,
but
these
Delinquents
guilty
:
You
must
change
places
for
tis
so
decreed
Such
just
preheminence
hath
thy
goodness
gaind
Thou
art
the
judge
now
,
they
the
men
arraignd
.
1.
Cour.
Heers
fine
dancing
Gentlemen
.
2.
Cour.
Is
thy
father
amongst
them
?
Clean.
Oh
a
Pox
I
saw
him
the
first
thing
I
lookt
on
A live
againe
,
slight
I
believe
now
a
father
Hath
as
many
lives
as
a
mother
.
Sim.
Tis
full
as
blessed
as
tis
wonderfull
Oh
bring
me
back
to
the
same
law
againe
I
am
fowler
then
all
these
,
cease
on
me
Officers
And
bring
me
to
new
sentence
.
Clean.
Whats
all
this
?
A
fault
not
to
be
pardoned
Unnaturallness
is
but
suns
shaddow
to
it
.
Sim.
I
am
glad
of
that
,
I
hope
the
case
may
alter
And
I
turne
judge
againe
.
Duk.
Name
your
offence
.
Clean.
That
I
should
be
so
vild
As
once
to
think
you
cruell
.
Duk
Is
that
all
?
'Twas
pardond
ere
confest
,
you
that
have
sons
If
they
be
worthy
heare
my
challenge
then
.
Cle.
I
should
have
one
amongst
them
had
he
had
grace
To
have
retaind
that
name
.
Sim
I
pray
you
Father
.
Kneeles
.
Cle.
That
name
I
know
Hath
been
long
since
forgot
.
Sim.
I
find
but
small
comfort
in
remembring
it
now
.
Duk.
Cleanthes
take
your
places
with
these
grave
father
And
read
what
in
that
table
is
inscribed
Now
set
these
at
the
Bar
.
And
read
Cleanthes
to
the
dread
and
terror
Of
disobedience
and
unnaturall
blood
.
Clean.
It
is
decreed
by
the
grave
and
learned
Counsell
of
Epire
,
that
no
son
and
heire
Shall
be
held
capable
of
his
inheritance
At
the
age
of
one
and
twenty
,
unlesse
he
be
at
that
time
As
nature
in
obedience
,
manners
and
goodnesse
.
Sim.
Sure
I
shall
never
be
at
full
age
then
,
though
I
live
to
an
hundred
years
,
and
thats
nearer
by
twenty
,
then
the
last
Statute
allowd
.
1.
Cour.
A
terrible
act
.
Moreover
is
enacted
that
all
sons
aforesaid
,
whom
either
this
Law
for
their
live
grace
,
whom
it
shall
reduce
into
the
true
method
of
duty
,
vertues
and
affection
;
and
relate
their
triall
and
approbation
from
Cleanthes
the
Son
of
Leonides
—
from
me
my
Lord
.
Duk.
From
none
but
you
as
fullest
,
proceed
sir
.
Clean.
Whom
for
his
manifest
vertues
,
we
make
such
judge
and
censure
of
youth
and
the
absolute
refference
of
life
and
manners
.
Sim.
This
is
a
brave
world
,
when
a
man
should
be
Selling
Land
he
must
be
learning
manners
,
Ist
not
my
Masters
?
Eugenia
.
Enter
Eugenia
.
Eug.
Whats
heere
to
do
,
my
suitors
at
the
Barr
The
old
baud
shines
againe
,
oh
miserable
!
She
sounds
.
Duk.
Read
the
Law
over
to
her
twill
awake
her
Tis
one
deserves
small
pitty
.
Clean.
Lastly
it
is
ordained
that
all
such
wives
now
whatsoever
that
shall
designe
the
husbands
death
to
bee
soone
rid
of
them
and
entertaine
suitors
in
their
husbands
life
time
.
Sim.
You
had
best
read
that
a
little
lowder
.
For
if
any
thing
that
will
bring
her
to
her selfe
againe
,
and
finde
her
tongue
.
Clean.
Shall
not
presume
on
the
penalty
of
our
heavy
displeasure
to
marry
within
ten
years
after
.
Eug.
That
Lawes
too
long
by
nine
years
and
a
halfe
.
I'le
take
my
death
upont
,
so
shall
most
women
.
Clean.
And
those
incontinent
women
so
offending
To
be
judge
and
censured
by
Hippolita
,
Wife
to
Cleanthes
.
Hippolita
.
Eug.
Of
all
the
rest
i'le
not
be
judge
by
her
.
Enter
Hip.
Clean.
Ah
heere
shee
comes
,
let
mee
prevent
thy
joyes
,
prevent
them
but
in
part
and
hide
the
rest
,
thou
hast
not
strength
enough
to
beare
them
else
.
Hip.
Leonides
.
Shee
faints
.
Clean.
I
feared
it
all
this
while
.
I
knew
it
was
past
thy
power
Hippolita
,
What
contrariety
is
in
womens
blood
?
One
faints
for
spleene
and
anger
,
shee
for
grace
.
Duk.
Of
Sons
and
Wives
we
see
the
worst
and
best
,
My
future
ages
yeeld
Hippolitas
Many
,
but
few
like
thee
Eugenia
.
Let
no
Simonides
henceforth
have
a
fame
But
all
blest
sons
live
in
Cleanthes
name
Musick
.
Ha
what
strange
kind
of
melody
was
that
?
Yet
give
it
entrance
whatsoere
it
be
.
Musick
This
day
is
all
devout
to
liberty
.
Clo.
&c.
Enter
Musick
one
carrying
a
Bride
cake
,
the
Clowne
,
the
rest
with
them
old
Women
.
Enter
Clowne
,
and
Wench
,
the
rest
with
the
old
women
,
the
Clownes
wife
,
Musick
,
and
a
Bride
Cake
to
the
wedding
.
Clo.
Fidlers
crowd
on
,
crowd
on
,
let
no
man
lay
a
block
in
your
way
,
crowd
on
I
say
.
Duk.
Stay
the
crowd
a
while
,
lets
know
the
reason
Of
this
jollity
.
Clean.
Sirrah
doe
you
know
where
you
are
?
Clo.
Yes
sir
,
I
am
heere
,
now
heere
,
and
now
heere
agen
sir
.
Ais.
Your
hats
too
high
crownd
the
Duke
in
preence
.
Clo.
The
Duke
(
as
hee
is
my
Soveraigne
)
I
doe
give
him
two
Crownes
for
it
,
and
thats
equall
change
all
the
would
over
,
as
I
am
Lord
of
the
day
(
being
my
marriage
day
the
second
)
I
doe
advance-bonnet
crowd
on
a
fore
.
Leon.
Good
sir
a
few
words
if
you'l
vouchsafe
em
Or
will
you
be
forc'd
?
Clo.
Forc'd
,
I
would
the
Duke
himselfe
would
say
so
.
Duk.
I
think
he
dares
sir
,
and
does
,
if
you
stay
not
You
shall
be
forc'd
.
Clo.
I
thinke
so
my
Lord
,
and
good
reason
too
,
shall
not
I
stay
when
your
grace
sayes
I
shall
,
I
were
unworthy
to
bee
a
Bridegroom
in
any
part
of
your
Highness
Dominions
then
,
will
it
please
you
to
tast
of
the
wedlock
courtesie
?
Duke
.
Oh
by
no
meanes
sir
,
you
shall
not
deface
So
faire
an
ornament
for
me
.
Clo.
If
your
grace
please
to
be
cacated
say
so
.
Clo.
And
which
might
be
your
faire
Bride
sir
?
Clo.
This
is
my
two
for
one
that
must
be
uxor
uxoris
,
The
remedy
doloris
,
and
the
very
syceum
Amoris
.
Duk.
And
hast
thou
any
else
?
Clo.
I
have
an
older
my
Lord
for
other
uses
.
Cle.
My
Lord
I
doe
observe
a
strange
decorum
heere
These
that
do
lead
this
day
of
jollity
Doe
march
with
Musick
and
most
mirthfull
cheeks
Those
that
doe
follow
sad
,
and
wofully
Nearer
the
havior
of
a
funerall
Then
a
wedding
.
Duk.
Tis
true
,
pray
expound
that
sir
.
Clo
As
the
destiny
of
the
day
falls
out
my
Lord
,
one
goes
out
to
wedding●
another
goes
to
hanging
;
and
your
Grace
,
in
the
due
consideration
shall
finde
em
much
alike
,
the
one
hath
the
ring
upon
her
finger
,
the
other
a
halter
about
her
neck
.
I
take
thee
Beatrice
sayes
the
Bridegroome
,
I
take
thee
Agatha
sayes
the
hangman
,
and
both
say
together
to
have
and
to
hold
till
death
do
part
us
.
Duk.
this
is
not
yet
plaine
enough
to
my
understanding
.
Clo.
If
further
your
Grace
examine
it
,
you
shall
find
I
shew
my selfe
a
dutifull
subject
and
obedient
to
the
Law
,
my selfe
(
with
these
my
good
friends
,
and
your
good
subjects
)
our
old
wives
whose
daies
are
ripe
,
and
their
lives
forfeit
to
the
Law
onely
my selfe
more
forward
then
the
rest
,
am
already
provided
of
my
second
choice
.
Duk.
Oh
take
heede
sir
,
you'l
run
your selfe
into
danger
,
If
the
Law
finds
you
with
two
wives
at
once
Theres
a
shrewd
premunire
.
Clo.
I
have
taken
leave
of
the
old
my
Lord
.
I
have
nothing
to
say
to
her
,
shees
going
to
Sea
,
your
Grace
knowes
whether
better
than
I
doe
,
shee
has
a
strong
wind
with
her
,
it
stands
full
in
her
poope
when
you
please
let
her
disemboge
.
Cook
.
And
the
rest
of
her
neighbours
with
her
whom
wee
present
to
the
satisfaction
of
your
Highnes
Law
.
Clo.
And
so
wee
take
our
leaves
and
leave
them
to
your
Highness
,
croud
on
.
Duk.
Stay
.
stay
,
you
are
too
forward
,
will
you
marry
?
And
your
wife
yer
living
.
Clo.
Alas
Sheel
bee
dead
before
wee
can
get
to
Church
,
if
your
Grace
would
set
her
in
the
way
,
I
would
dispatch
her
,
I
have
a
venter
ont
,
which
would
returne
mee
,
if
your
Highnes
would
make
a
little
more
hast
two
for
one
.
Duk.
Come
my
Lords
we
must
sit
agen
,
heers
a
Case
Craves
a
most
serious
censure
.
Cook
.
Now
they
shall
be
dispatcht
out
of
the
way
.
Clo.
I
would
they
were
gone
once
,
the
time
goes
away
.
Duk.
Which
is
the
wife
unto
the
forward
Bridegroom
?
Wife
.
I
am
and
it
please
your
grace
.
Duk.
Trust
me
a
lusty
woman
,
able
bodied
And
well
blooded
cheeks
.
Clo.
Oh
she
paints
my
Lord
,
she
was
a
Chamber
Maid
once
,
and
learnt
it
of
her
Lady
.
Duk.
Sure
I
think
she
cannot
be
so
old
.
Wife
.
Truly
I
think
so
too
,
and
please
your
grace
.
Clo.
Two
to
one
with
your
grace
of
that
,
shees
threescore
by
the
Book
.
Leo
.
Peace
sirra
y'are
to
loud
.
Cook
.
Take
heed
Gnothoes
if
you
moove
the
Dukes
patience
,
tis
an
edge
toole
but
a
word
and
a
blow
,
he
cuts
off
your
head
.
Clo.
Cut
off
my
head
,
away
ignorant
,
hee
knowes
it
cost
more
in
the
haire
,
he
does
not
use
to
cut
off
many
such
heads
as
mine
,
I
will
talke
to
him
to
,
it
he
cut
off
my
head
,
Ile
give
him
my
eares
,
I
say
my
wife
is
at
full
age
for
the
Law
,
the
Clark
shall
take
his
oath
and
the
Church
Book
shall
be
sworne
too
.
Duk.
My
Lords
,
I
leave
this
sensure
to
you
Leo.
Then
first
this
fellow
does
deserve
punishment
For
offering
up
a
lusty
able
woman
Which
may
do
service
to
the
commonwealth
,
Where
the
Law
craves
one
impotent
and
useless
.
Creon
,
Therefore
to
be
severely
punished
For
thus
attempting
a
second
marriage
His
wife
yet
livinge
.
Lis.
Nay
to
have
it
trebled
That
even
the
daye
and
instant
when
he
should
mourne
As
a
kind
husband
to
her
funerall
,
Hee
leads
a
triumph
to
the
scorne
of
it
Which
unseasonable
joy
ought
to
bee
punished
With
all
severity
.
But.
The
fiddles
will
be
in
a
foule
case
too
by
and
by
.
Leo.
Nay
further
it
seemes
hee
has
a
venter
Of
two
for
one
at
his
second
marriage
Which
cannot
be
but
a
conspiracie
Against
the
former
.
Clo.
A
messe
of
wise
old
men
.
Lis.
Sirrah
what
can
you
answer
to
all
these
?
Clo.
Ye'are
good
old
men
and
talke
as
age
will
give
you
leave
;
I
would
speake
with
the
youthfull
Duke
himselfe
,
hee
and
I
may
speake
of
things
that
shall
be
30
or
40
yeares
after
you
are
dead
and
rotten
,
alas
you
are
heere
to day
and
gone
to
Sea
to morrow
.
Duk.
Introath
sir
then
I
must
be
plaine
with
you
The
Law
that
should
take
away
your
old
wife
from
you
The
which
I
doe
perceive
was
your
desire
,
Is
voyd
and
frustrated
so
for
the
rest
,
There
has
been
since
another
parliament
Has
cut
it
off
.
Clo.
I
see
your
grace
is
disposd
to
be
pleasant
.
Duk.
Yes
you
might
perceive
that
,
I
had
not
else
Thus
dallied
with
your
follies
.
Clo.
Ile
talke
further
with
your
grace
when
I
come
Back
from
Church
,
in
the
meane
time
you
know
what
to
doe
With
the
old
woman
.
Duk.
Stay
sir
unlesse
in
the
mean
time
you
mean
I
cause
a
Jibber
to
be
set
up
in
your
way
and
hand
you
at
your
return
.
Wise
.
Oh
gratious
Prince
.
Duk
Your
old
wives
cannot
die
to day
by
any
Law
of
mine
,
for
ought
I
can
say
too
em
●●●y
may
by
a
new
edict
bury
you
,
and
then
perhaps
you
pay
a
new
fine
too
.
Clo.
This
is
fine
indeed
.
Wife
.
Oh
Gracious
Prince
may
he
live
a
hundred
years
more
.
Cook
Your
venture
is
not
like
to
come
in
to day
Gnothoes
.
Clo.
Give
me
the
principall
back
.
Cook
,
Nay
by
my
troath
weel
venter
still
,
and
i'me
sure
wee
have
as
ill
a
venter
of
it
as
you
,
for
wee
have
taken
old
wives
of
purpose
,
where
that
we
had
thought
to
have
put
away
at
this
market
,
〈◊〉
now
we
cannot
utter
a
pennyworth
.
Duke
.
Well
sirrah
you
were
best
to
discharge
Your
new
charge
and
take
your
old
one
to
you
.
Clo.
Oh
Musick
,
no
musick
,
but
prove
most
dolefull
Trumpets
,
Oh
Bride
no
Bride
,
but
thou
must
prove
a
Strumpet
,
Oh
venter
,
no
venter
,
I
have
for
one
now
none
,
Oh
wife
,
thy
life
is
sav'd
when
I
hope
t'had
been
gone
,
Case
up
your
fruitless
strings
.
no
penny
no
wedding
,
Case
up
thy
Maiden
head
,
no
Priest
no
bedding
,
Avant
my
venter
it
can
nere
be
restord
,
Till
Agg
my
old
wife
be
thrown
over
board
,
Then
come
agen
old
Agg
since
it
must
be
so
,
Let
Bride
,
and
venter
with
wofull
Musick
goe
.
Cook
.
What
for
the
Bride
cake
Gnothoes
?
Clo.
Let
it
be
mouldy
now
tis
out
of
season
,
Let
it
grow
out
of
date
currant
and
reason
,
Let
it
be
chip'd
and
chopt
and
given
to
chickens
No
more
is
got
by
that
,
then
William
Dickins
Got
by
his
wooden
dishes
.
Put
up
your
plums
as
fidlers
put
up
pipes
,
The
Wedding
dasht
the
Bridegroome
Weeps
and
wipes
.
Fidlers
farwell
and
now
without
perhaps
,
Put
up
your
Fiddles
as
you
put
up
scraps
.
Lis.
This
passion
has
given
some
satisfaction
yet
,
My
Lord
I
think
you'l
pardon
him
now
,
Withall
the
rest
so
they
live
honestly
With
the
wives
they
have
.
Duke
.
Oh
most
freely
,
free
pardon
to
all
.
Cook
.
I
wee
have
deserv'd
our
pardons
if
wee
can
live
honestly
with
such
reverent
wives
that
have
no
motion
in
em
but
their
tongues
.
Wife
.
Heaven
blesse
your
Grace
,
y'are
a
just
Prince
.
Clo.
All
hopes
dash'd
,
the
Clarks
duties
lost
,
Venter
gon
,
my
second
wife
divorc'd
,
and
which
is
worst
the
old
one
come
back
agen
.
Such
Voyages
are
made
now
adayes
,
I
will
weep
too
salt
Of
our
nose
,
besides
these
two
fountaines
of
fresh
water
,
Your
grace
had
been
more
kind
to
your
yong
subjects
.
Heaven
blesse
,
and
mend
your
Lawes
,
that
they
do
Not
gull
your
poore
Country
men
:
fashion
,
but
I
am
not
The
first
by
forty
that
his
been
undone
by
the
Law
,
Tis
but
a
folly
to
stand
upon
Termes
,
I
take
my
leave
of
your
Grace
,
as
well
as
mine
eyes
will
give
me
leave
,
I
would
they
had
been
a sleep
in
their
beds
when
they
opend
em
to
see
this
day
:
come
Agg
,
come
Agg.
Creon
Were
not
you
all
my
servants
?
Cook
.
During
your
life
as
we
thought
sir
,
but
our
yong
Master
turnd
us
away
.
Creon
.
How
headlong
villaine
wert
thou
in
thy
ruine
?
Sim.
I
followed
the
fashion
sir
as
other
yong
men
did
,
If
you
have
as
we
thought
you
had
been
We
should
nere
have
come
for
this
I
warrant
you
,
We
did
not
feed
after
the
old
fashion
on
Beefe
And
Mutton
and
such
like
.
Creon
.
Well
what
dammage
or
charge
you
have
run
Your selves
into
by
marriage
,
I
cannot
help
Nor
deliver
you
from
your
wives
,
them
you
must
keepe
Your selves
shall
againe
retaine
to
me
.
Om.
We
thank
your
Lordship
for
your
love
,
and
must
thanke
our selves
for
our
bad
bargains
.
Duk.
Cleanthes
You
delay
the
power
of
Law
,
To
be
inflicted
on
these
misgovernd
men
,
That
filiall
duty
have
so
far
transgrest
.
Clean
My
Lord
I
see
a
satisfaction
Meeting
the
sentence
,
even
preventing
it
Beating
my
words
back
in
their
utterance
See
sir
theres
salt
sorrow
bringing
forth
fresh
And
new
duties
(
as
the
sea
propagate
)
The
Elephants
have
found
their
joynts
too
,
why
Heres
humility
able
to
bind
up
The
punishing
hands
of
the
severest
masters
Much
more
the
gentle
fathers
.
Sim.
I
had
nere
thought
to
have
been
brought
so
low
as
my
knees
agen
,
but
since
thers
no
remedy
,
fathers
,
reverent
fathers
,
as
you
ever
hope
to
have
good
sons
and
heirs
,
a
handfull
of
pitty
wee
confesse
wee
have
deservd
more
then
wee
are
willing
to
receive
at
your
hands
,
though
sonnes
can
never
deserve
too
much
of
their
fathers
as
shall
appeare
afterwards
.
Creon
And
what
way
can
you
decline
your
feeding
now
?
You
cannot
retire
to
Beeves
and
Muttons
sure
.
Sim.
Alas
sir
you
see
a
good
pattern
for
that
,
now
we
have
laid
by
our
high
and
lusty
meats
,
and
are
downe
to
our
many
bones
allready
.
Creon
.
Well
sir
rise
to
vertues
weel
bound
you
now
,
You
that
were
too
weake
your selves
to
govern
,
By
others
shall
be
governd
.
Lis.
Cleanthes
,
I
meet
your
Justice
with
reconcilement
If
there
be
tears
of
faith
in
womans
brest
I
have
receivd
a
mirriade
which
confirmes
me
To
finde
a
happy
renovation
.
Clean.
Heers
Virtues
Throne
Which
i'le
imbellish
with
my
dearest
Jewels
Of
Love
and
Faith
,
Peace
and
Affection
,
This
is
the
Altar
of
my
Sacrifice
,
Where
dayly
my
devoted
knees
shall
bend
Age
honored
shrine
,
time
still
so
love
you
,
That
I
so
long
may
have
you
in
mine
eye
Untill
my
memory
lose
your
beginning
.
For
you
great
Prince
,
long
may
your
fame
survive
,
Your
justice
and
your
wisdome
never
die
,
Crowne
of
your
Crowne
,
the
blessing
of
your
Land
Which
you
reach
to
her
from
your
regents
hand
.
Leon.
Oh
Cleanthes
had
you
with
us
tasted
The
entertainment
of
our
retirement
Feard
and
exclaimd
on
in
your
ignorance
,
You
might
have
sooner
died
upon
the
wonder
Then
any
rage
or
passion
for
our
losse
.
A
place
at
hand
we
were
all
strangers
in
So
spheard
about
with
Musik
,
such
delights
Viands
and
attendance
,
and
once
a
day
So
cheared
with
a
royall
visitant
That
oft
times
(
waking
)
our
unsteady
phantasies
Would
question
whether
we
yet
livd
or
no
Or
had
possession
of
that
Paradice
Where
Angels
be
the
guard
.
Duk.
Enough
Leonides
You
go
beyond
the
praise
,
we
have
our
end
And
all
is
ended
well
,
we
have
now
seene
The
flowers
and
weeds
that
grew
about
our
Court
.
Sim.
If
these
be
weeds
i'me
afraid
I
shall
weare
none
so
good
agen
as
long
as
my
father
lives
.
Duke
.
Only
this
Gentleman
we
did
abuse
With
our
owne
bosome
we
seemd
a
Tyrant
And
he
our
instrument
looke
tis
Cratilus
.
Discover
the
Executioner
.
The
man
that
you
suppos'd
had
now
been
traveld
,
Which
wee
gave
leave
to
learn
to
speak
And
bring
us
forraigne
languages
to
Greece
Alls
joyed
I
see
,
let
Musick
be
the
crowne
,
And
set
it
high
,
the
good
needs
feare
no
Law
,
It
is
his
safety
,
and
the
bad
mans
aw
.
FINIS
.