Scaena
prima
.
Enter
Cesario
and
a
Servant
.
Cesar.
Let
any
freind
have
entrance
,
Servant
.
Sir
a'shall
.
Cesar.
Any
,
I
except
none
,
Serv.
Wee
know
,
your
minde
Sir
—
Exit
.
Cesar.
Pleasures
admit
no
bounds
.
I
am
pitcht
so
high
To
such
a
growth
of
full
prosperities
That
to
conceale
my
fortunes
were
an
injury
?
To
gratfulnesse
and
those
more
liberall
favours
By
whom
my
glories
prosper
.
He
that
flowes
In
gracious
and
swolne
tydes
of
best
abundance
,
Yet
will
be
Ignorant
of
his
owne
fortunes
,
Deserves
to
live
contemn'd
,
and
dye
forgotten
;
The
harvest
of
my
hopes
is
now
already
Ripen'd
and
gather'd
,
I
can
fatten
youth
With
choice
of
plenty
,
and
supplies
of
comforts
,
My
fate
springs
in
my
owne
hand
,
and
Ile
use
it
.
Enter
2
Servants
and
Bianca
.
1
Tis
my
place
,
2
Yours
-
here
faire
one
,
Ile
aquaint
my
Lord
,
1
He's
here
,
go
to
him
boldly
.
2
Please
you
to
let
him
understand
how
readily
I
waited
on
your
errand
?
1
Saucy
fellow
,
you
must
excuse
his
breeding
,
Cesar.
Whats
the
matter
Biancha
,
my
Biancha
,
to
your
offices
.
Exit
Ser.
This
visit
(
Sweet
)
from
thee
(
my
pretty
deere
)
By
how
much
more
twas
unexpected
,
comes
So
much
the
more
timely
:
witnes
this
free
welcome
,
What ere
occasion
led
thee
?
Bian.
You
may
gusse
Sir
,
Yet
indeed
tis
a
rare
one
,
Ces.
Prethee
speake
it
,
my
honest
vertuous
maide
,
Bian
,
Sir
I
have
heard
Of
your
misfortune
,
and
I
cannot
tell
you
Whether
I
have
more
cause
of
joy
or
sadnesse
,
To
know
they
are
a
truth
.
Ces.
What
truth
Bianca
!
misfortunes
,
how
,
wherein
?
Bian.
You
are
disclaym'd
For
being
the
Lord
Albertos
sonne
,
and
publickly
Acknowledg'd
of
as
meane
a
birth
as
mine
is
,
It
cannot
chuse
but
greive
thee
Ces.
Greive
me
,
ha
ha
ha
ha
?
is
this
all
?
Bian.
This
all
.
Ces.
Thou
art
sorry
for't
I
warrant
thee
,
alas
good
soule
,
Biancha
,
That
which
thou
call'st
misfortune
is
my
happines
,
my
happines
Biancha
.
Bian.
If
you
love
me
,
it
may
prove
mine
too
,
May
it
,
I
will
love
thee
.
Ces.
My
good
good
maid
,
If
that
can
make
thee
happy
,
Better
and
better
love
thee
,
Bian.
Without
breach
then
Of
modesty
I
come
to
claime
the
Interest
Your
protestations
both
by
vowes
and
letters
Have
made
me
owner
of
,
from
the
first
houre
I
saw
you
,
I
confesse
I
wisht
J
had
beene
Or
not
so
much
below
your
ranke
and
greatnesse
,
Or
not
so
much
above
those
humble
flames
That
should
have
warm'd
my
bosome
with
a
temperate
Equality
of
desires
in
equall
fortunes
.
Still
as
you
utter'd
Language
of
affection
,
I
courted
time
to
passe
more
slowly
on
That
I
might
turne
more
food
to
lend
attention
To
what
I
durst
not
credit
nor
yet
hope
for
:
Yet
still
as
more
I
heard
,
I
wisht
to
heare
more
,
Ces.
Didst
thou
introth
wench
Bian.
Willingly
betraid
My selfe
to
hopelesse
bondage
.
Ces.
A
good
girle
,
I
thought
I
should
not
misse
What
eare
thy
answer
was
.
Biancha
.
But
as
I
am
a
maid
Sir
,
and
I'faith
You
may
beleeve
me
,
for
I
am
a
maid
,
So
deerely
I
respected
both
your
fame
And
quality
,
that
I
would
first
have
perisht
In
my
sicke
thoughts
then
ere
have
given
consent
To
have
undone
your
fortunes
by
inviting
A
marriage
with
so
meane
a
one
as
I
am
,
I
should
have
dyed
sure
,
and
no
creature
knowne
The
sicknesse
that
had
kill'd
me
.
Ces.
Pretty
heart
,
good
soule
,
alas
.
alas
.
Bian.
Now
since
I
know
There
is
no
difference
twixt
your
birth
and
mine
.
Not
much
twixt
our
estates
,
if
any
bee
,
The
advantage
is
on
my
side
,
I
come
willingly
To
tender
you
the
first
fruits
of
my
heart
,
And
am
content
t'accept
you
for
my
husband
,
Now
when
you
are
at
lowest
.
Ces.
For
a
husband
?
Speake
sadly
,
dost
thou
meane
so
?
Bian.
In
good
deed
Sir
,
Tis
pure
love
makes
this
proffer
.
Ces
I
beleeve
thee
,
What
counsaile
urg'd
thee
on
,
tell
me
,
thy
Father
My
worshipfull
smug
Host
?
wast
not
he
wench
?
Or
mother
Hostesse
?
ha
?
Bian.
D'ee
mock
my
parentage
?
I
doe
not
scorne
yours
.
Meane
folkes
are
as
worthy
To
be
well
spoken
of
if
they
deserve
well
,
As
some
whose
only
fame
lies
in
their
bloud
.
O
y'are
a
proud
poore
man
:
all
your
oathes
falshood
,
your
vowe
deceite
,
your
letters
forg'd
,
and
wicked
.
Ces.
Thou'dst
be
my
wife
.
J
dare
sware
,
Bian.
Had
your
heart
,
Your
hand
and
tongue
been
twins
,
you
had
reputed
This
courtesy
a
benefit
,
Ces.
Simplicity
,
How
prettily
thou
mov'st
me
?
why
Biancha
Report
has
cozned
thee
,
I
am
not
fallen
From
my
expected
honors
,
or
possessions
.
Though
from
the
hope
of
birthright
.
Bian.
Are
you
not
?
Then
I
am
lost
againe
,
I
have
a
suit
too
;
Youle
grant
it
if
you
be
a
good
man
.
Ces.
Any
thing
,
Bian.
Pray
doe
not
talke
of
ought
what
I
have
said
tee
.
Ces.
As
I
wish
health
I
will
not
.
Bian.
Pitty
me
,
but
never
love
me
more
.
Ces.
Nay
now
y'are
cruell
,
Why
all
these
teares
?
—
Thou
shalt
not
goe
.
Bian.
Ile
pray
for
yee
That
you
may
have
a
vertuous
wife
,
a
faire
one
,
And
when
I
am
dead
—
Ces.
Fy
,
fy
,
Bian.
Thinke
on
me
sometimes
,
With
mercy
so
this
trespasse
.
Ces.
Let
us
kisse
At
parting
as
at
comming
.
Bian.
This
I
have
As
a
free
dower
to
a
virgins
grave
,
All
goodnesse
dwell
with
yee
.
—
Exit
.
Ces.
Harmelesse
Biancha
?
unskild
,
What
hansome
toyes
are
maids
to
play
with
?
Enter
Mariana
and
Clarissa
.
How
innocent
.
but
I
have
other
thoughts
Of
nobler
meditation
.
—
my
felicity
,
Thou
commest
as
I
could
wish
,
lend
me
a
lip
Soft
,
as
melting
as
when
old
Alberto
After
his
first
nights
triall
taking
farewell
Of
thy
youthes
conquest
tasted
.
Maria.
You
are
uncivill
.
Ces.
I
will
be
Lord
of
my
owne
pleasures
,
Madame
Y'are
mine
,
mine
freely
,
Come
,
no
whimpering
henceforth
New
con
the
lessons
of
loves
best
experiencd
,
That
our
delights
may
meet
in
equal
measure
Of
resolutions
and
desires
;
this
sullenes
Is
scurvy
,
I
like
it
not
,
Mar.
Be
modest
.
And
doe
not
learne
Cesario
how
to
prostitute
The
riot
of
thy
hopes
to
common
folly
;
Take
a
sad
womans
word
,
how ere
thou
doatest
Vpon
the
present
graces
of
thy
greatnes
,
Yet
I
am
not
falne
so
belowe
my
constancy
To
vertue
,
nor
the
care
which
I
once
tendred
For
thy
behoof
that
I
prefer
a
sentence
Of
cruelty
before
my
honor
.
Ces.
Honor
!
Maria.
Hear
me
,
thou
seest
this
girle
!
now
the
comfort
Of
my
last
dayes
.
She
is
the
onely
pledge
Of
a
bed
truly
noble
,
shee
had
a
father
(
I
need
not
speake
him
more
then
thou
remembrest
)
Whom
to
dishonor
by
a
meaner
choice
,
Were
injury
and
infamy
,
Claris.
to
goodnes
,
To
time
and
vertuous
mention
.
Mar.
I
have
vow'd
,
Observe
me
now
Cesario
,
that
how ere
I
may
be
forc't
to
marry
,
yet
no
tyranny
,
Perswasions
,
flattery
,
guifts
,
intreats
,
or
tortures
,
Shall
draw
me
to
a
second
bed
.
Clar.
Tis
Iust
too
Maria.
Yes
and
tis
Iust
Clarissa
.
I
allow
The
Dukes
late
sentence
,
am
resolv'd
young
man
To
be
thy
wife
,
but
when
the
ceremony
Of
marriage
is
perform'd
,
in
life
I
wil
bee
Though
not
in
name
a
widdow
.
Ces.
Pray
a
word
Tee
,
Shall
I
in
earnest
never
be
your
bedfellow
?
Maria.
Never
,
ô
never
;
and
tis
for
your
good
too
.
Ces.
Prove
that
.
Mar.
Alas
too
many
yeares
are
numbred
In
my
account
to
entertaine
the
benefit
Which
youth
in
thee
Cesario
and
ability
Might
hope
for
and
require
,
it
were
Injustice
To
rob
a
gentleman
deserving
memory
Of
Issue
to
preserve
it
.
Ces.
No
more
herein
,
You
are
an
excellent
patterne
of
true
piety
,
Let
me
now
turne
your
advocate
.
Pray
looke
into
The
order
of
the
Duke
,
Jnjoynd
,
admit
J
satisfie
the
sentence
without
mariage
with
you
,
how
then
?
Mar.
Cesario
.
Ces.
If
I
know
How
to
acquit
your
feares
,
yet
keepe
th'injunction
In
every
clause
whole
and
entire
,
your
charity
Will
call
me
still
your
servant
.
Mar.
Still
my
son
.
Ces.
Right
Madam
,
now
you
have
it
,
still
your
son
.
The
Genius
of
your
blessings
hath
instructed
Your
tongue
oraculously
,
wee
wil
forget
How
once
I
and
Clarissa
enterchangd
The
tyes
of
brother
and
of
sister
,
henceforth
New
stile
us
man
and
wife
.
Cla.
By
what
authority
Ces.
Heavens
great
appointment
,
yet
in
all
my
dotage
On
thy
perfections
,
when
I
thought
Clarissa
Wee
had
beene
pledges
of
one
wombe
,
no
loose
No
wanton
heat
of
youth
,
desir'd
to
claime
Priority
in
thy
affections
,
other
Then
nature
might
commend
.
Chastly
I
tendred
Thy
farewell
as
a
brother
ought
;
but
since
Our
bloods
are
strangers
,
let
our
hearts
contract
A
long
life-lasting
unity
,
for
this
way
The
sentence
is
to
be
observd
or
no
way
.
Mar.
Then
no
way
.
Ces.
I
expected
other
answer
Madam
from
you
.
Mar.
No
,
every
age
shall
curse
me
,
The
monster
,
and
the
prodigie
of
nature
,
Horrors
beyond
extremity
,
Cla.
Pray
mother
confine
the
violence
of
greife
Ces.
Yes
mother
,
pray
do
.
Mar.
Thus
some
catch
at
a
matrons
honor
By
flying
lust
to
plot
Incestuous
witchcrafts
,
More
terrible
then
whoredomes
;
cruell
mercy
When
to
preserve
the
body
from
a
death
The
soule
is
strangled
.
Ces.
This
is
more
then
passion
.
It
comes
neere
to
distraction
.
Mar.
I
am
quieted
.
Cesario
,
thou
maiest
tell
the
Duke
securely
Albertos
titles
,
honors
and
revenues
,
The
Duke
may
give
away
,
Injoy
them
thou
.
Clarissas
birthright
,
Marianas
dower
Thou
shalt
be
Lord
of
;
turne
us
to
the
world
Vnpittyed
and
unfreinded
,
yet
my
bed
Thou
never
sleep'st
in
;
as
for
her
;
she
heares
me
,
If
she
as
much
as
in
a
thoughts
consent
;
That
thou
may'st
call
her
wife
,
a
Mothers
curse
Shall
never
leave
her
.
Clar.
As
a
brother
once
I
lov'd
you
,
as
a
noble
freind
yet
honor
ye
,
But
for
a
husband
sir
,
I
dare
not
owne
you
,
My
faith
is
given
already
.
Ces.
To
a
Villaine
,
Ile
cut
his
throat
.
Mar.
Why
this
is
more
then
passion
?
It
comes
neere
a
distraction
.
Clar.
Call
to
minde
Sir
.
How
much
you
have
abated
of
that
goodnesse
Which
once
raign'd
in
ye
,
they
appear'd
so
lovely
That
such
as
freindship
led
to
observation
Enter
Baptista
and
Mentivole
.
Courted
the
great
example
.
Ces.
Left
and
flatterd
into
abroad
derision
Mar.
Why
dee
thinke
so
?
My
Lord
Baptista
,
is
your
sonne
growne
cold
In
hasting
on
the
marriage
,
which
his
vowes
Have
seald
to
my
wrongd
daughter
?
Bap.
Wee
come
Lady
,
to
consummate
the
contract
.
Ces.
With
Mentivole
?
is
he
the
man
?
Ment.
Clarissas
,
troth
and
mine
,
Cesario
are
recorded
in
a
character
So
plaine
and
certaine
,
that
except
the
hand
Of
heaven
,
which
writ
it
first
,
would
blot
it
out
againe
,
No
human
power
can
raze
it
.
Ces.
But
say
you
so
too
?
young
Lady
,
Cla.
I
should
els
betray
My
heart
to
falshood
,
and
my
tongue
to
perjury
.
Ces.
Madam
,
you
know
the
sentence
.
Bap.
From
the
Duke
,
I
have
particular
comforts
which
require
A
private
eare
.
Mar.
I
shall
approve
it
gladly
,
Wee
are
resolvd
Cesario
.
Bap.
Be
not
insolent
upon
a
Princes
favour
.
Cla.
Loose
no
glory
,
Your
younger
yeares
have
purchast
.
Ment.
And
deservd
too
y'have
many
worthy
freinds
.
Bap.
Preserve
and
use
them
.
Exeunt
:
Manet
Cesar
.
Ces.
Good
,
very
good
,
why
heres
a
complement
Of
mirth
in
desperation
,
I
could
curse
My
fate
.
ô
with
what
speed
men
tumble
downe
From
hopes
that
soare
to
high
.
Biancha
now
May
scorne
me
justly
too
,
Clarissa
married
,
Albertos
widdow
resolute
,
Biancha
Refusd
,
and
I
forsaken
,
let
me
study
,
I
can
but
dye
a
Batchelor
thats
the
worst
on't
.
Exit
.
Enter
Host
,
Taylor
,
Muliter
,
Dancer
,
Pedant
,
Coxcombe
.
Host.
Come
Gentlemen
,
This
is
the
day
that
our
great
artist
hath
Promist
to
give
all
your
severall
suites
satisfaction
.
Dancer
.
Is
he
stirring
?
Host.
He
hath
beene
at
his
booke
these
two
houres
.
Pedant
.
Hees
a
rare
Physitian
.
Host.
Why
Ile
tell
you
,
Were
Paracelsus
the
German
now
Living
,
heed
take
up
his
single
rapier
against
his
Terrible
long
sword
,
he
makes
it
a
matter
of
nothing
To
cure
the
goute
,
sore
eyes
he
takes
out
as
familiarly
,
Washes
them
,
and
puts
them
in
againe
,
As
you'd
blanch
almonds
.
Tay.
They
say
he
can
make
gold
.
Host.
I
,
I
,
he
learnt
it
of
Kelly
in
Germany
.
Theres
not
a
Chimist
In
christendome
can
goe
beyond
him
for
multiplying
.
Pedant
.
Take
heed
then
,
He
get
not
up
your
daughters
belly
my
Host
.
Host.
You
are
a
merry
Gentleman
And
the
man
of
art
will
love
you
the
better
.
Dancer
.
Does
he
love
mirth
and
crotchets
?
Host.
O
hees
the
most
courteous
Physitian
,
You
may
drink
or
drab
in's
company
freely
,
The
better
he
knowes
how
your
disease
growes
,
The
better
he
knowes
how
to
cure
it
.
Danc.
But
I
wonder
my
Host
He
has
no
more
resort
of
Ladyes
to
him
.
Host.
Why
Sir
?
Dan.
O
divers
of
them
have
great
beleife
in
conjurers
Lechery
is
a
great
helpe
to
the
quality
.
Host.
Hee's
scarce
knowne
to
be
in
towne
yet
,
Ere
long
we
shall
have
em
come
hurring
hither
in
Fetherbeds
.
Dan.
How
?
bedridden
.
Host.
No
sir
,
in
fetherbeds
that
move
upon
4
wheeles
in
Spanish
caroches
.
Ped.
Pray
acquaint
him
we
give
attendance
.
Host
,
I
shall
gentlemen
.
I
would
faine
be
rid
Of
these
rascalls
,
but
that
they
raise
profit
To
my
wine-seller
;
When
I
have
made
use
of
them
sufficiently
,
I
will
intreat
the
conjurer
to
tye
crackers
to
their
tailes
,
And
send
them
packing
.
Enter
Forobosco
as
in
his
Study
.
(
A
paper
)
Foro.
Come
hither
mine
Host
looke
here
.
Host.
Whats
that
?
Foro.
A
challenge
from
my
man
.
Host.
For
breakings
pate
?
Foro.
He
writes
here
if
I
meet
him
not
Ith
Feild
within
this
halfe
houre
,
I
shall
heare
more
from
him
.
Host.
O
sir
,
minde
your
profit
,
Nere
thinke
of
the
rascall
,
here
are
the
gentlemen
.
Foro.
Morrow
my
worthy
clients
,
What
are
you
all
prepard
of
your
questions
?
That
I
may
give
my
resolution
upon
them
,
Omnes
.
We
are
sir
.
Pedant
,
And
have
brought
our
mony
.
Foro
Each
then
in
order
,
And
differ
not
for
precedency
.
Dan.
I
am
buying
of
an
office
sir
,
And
to
that
purpose
I
would
faine
learne
to
dissemble
cunningly
.
Foro.
Doe
you
come
to
me
for
that
?
you
should
rather
Have
gone
to
a
cunning
woman
.
Danc.
I
sir
but
their
Instructions
are
but
like
women
,
Pretty
well
but
not
to
the
depth
,
as
I'do
have
it
,
You
are
a
conjurer
,
the
devils
master
,
And
I
would
learn
it
from
you
so
exactly
,
Foro.
That
the
divill
himselfe
Might
not
go
beyond
you
,
Danc.
You
are
ith
right
sir
.
Foro.
And
so
your
mony
for
your
purchase
Might
come
in
againe
within
a
12
month
.
Danc.
I
would
be
a
Graduate
sir
,
no
freshman
.
Foro.
Heres
my
hand
sir
,
I
will
make
you
dissemble
so
methodically
,
As
if
the
divell
should
be
sent
from
the
great
Turke
,
In
the
shape
of
an
Embassador
To
set
all
the
christian
princes
at
variance
.
Danc.
I
cannot
with
any
modesty
desire
any
more
,
Theres
your
mony
sir
,
Foco.
For
the
art
of
dissembling
.
Cox.
My
suite
sir
will
be
newes
to
you
when
I
tell
it
,
Foro.
Pray
on
.
Cox.
I
would
set
up
a
presse
here
in
Italy
,
To
write
all
the
Caranta
for
Christendome
.
Foro.
Thats
newes
indeed
,
And
how
would
you
imploy
me
in't
?
Cox.
Marry
sir
,
from
you
I
would
gaine
my
intelligence
.
Foro.
I
conceave
you
,
you
would
have
me
furnish
you
With
a
spirit
to
informe
you
.
Cox.
But
as
quiet
a
Divell
as
the
woman
,
The
first
day
and
a
halfe
after
she's
married
,
I
can
by
no
meanes
indure
a
terrible
one
.
Foro.
No
,
no
,
Ile
qualifie
him
,
He
shall
not
fright
you
,
It
shall
be
the
ghost
of
some
lying
Stationer
,
A
Spirit
shall
looke
as
if
butter
would
not
melt
in
his
mouth
,
A
new
Mercurius
Gallobelgicus
.
Coxc.
O
there
was
a
captaine
was
rare
at
it
,
Foro.
Nere
thinke
of
him
,
Though
that
captaine
writ
a
full
hand
gallop
,
And
wasted
indeed
more
harmelesse
paper
then
Ever
did
laxative
Physick
,
Yet
wil
I
make
you
to
out-scribble
him
,
And
set
downe
what
you
please
,
The
world
shall
better
beleeve
you
.
Cox.
Worthy
sir
I
thanke
you
,
there's
mony
.
Foro.
A
new
office
For
writing
pragmaticall
Curranto's
Pedant
.
I
am
a
schoole-master
sir
,
And
would
faine
conferre
with
you
About
erecting
4
new
sects
of
religion
at
Amsterdam
.
Foro.
What
the
Divell
should
New
sects
of
religion
doe
there
?
Pedaot
.
I
assure
you
I
would
get
A
great
deale
of
mony
by
it
.
Foro.
And
what
are
the
4
new
sects
Of
religion
you
would
plant
there
?
Ped.
Why
thats
it
I
come
about
sir
,
Tis
a
Divel
of
your
raising
must
invent
'em
,
I
confesse
I
am
too
weake
to
compasse
it
.
Foro.
So
sir
,
then
you
make
it
a
matter
of
no
difficulty
To
have
them
tolerated
.
Pedant
.
Trouble
not
your selfe
for
that
,
Let
but
your
Divel
set
them
a foot
once
,
I
have
Weavers
,
and
Ginger-bread
makers
,
And
mighty
Aquavitae-men
,
shall
set
them
a
going
.
Foro.
This
is
somewhat
difficult
,
And
will
aske
some
conference
with
the
divell
.
Ped.
Take
your
owne
leasure
sir
,
I
have
another
busines
too
,
because
I
meane
To
leave
Jtaly
,
and
bury
my selfe
in
those
neather
parts
Of
the
low
countries
.
Foro.
Whats
that
sir
.
Ped.
Marry
I
would
faine
make
9
dayes
to
the
weeke
,
for
the
more
ample
benefit
of
the
captaine
.
Foro.
You
have
a
shrewd
pate
sir
.
Ped.
But
how
this
might
be
compasd
?
Foro.
Compasd
easily
;
tis
but
making
A
new
Almanacke
,
and
dividing
the
compasse
Of
the
yeare
into
larger
penny-worths
,
As
a
Chandler
with
his
compasse
makes
A
Geometrick
proportion
of
the
Holland
cheese
He
retailes
by
stivers
.
But
for
getting
of
it
licenc'd
.
Ped.
Trouble
not
your selfe
with
that
sir
,
Theres
your
mony
,
Foro.
For
foure
new
sects
of
religions
,
And
9
dayes
to
the
weeke
.
Ped.
To
be
brought
in
at
generall
pay-dayes
,
Write
I
beseech
you
.
Foro.
At
generall
pay-dayes
.
Taylor
.
I
am
by
profession
a
taylor
,
You
have
heard
of
me
.
Foro.
Yes
sir
,
and
will
not
steale
from
you
The
least
part
of
that
commendation
I
have
heard
utterd
.
Taylor
.
I
take
measure
of
your
worth
sir
,
And
because
I
will
not
afflict
you
with
any
large
bill
Of
circumstances
,
I
will
snip
off
particulars
.
I
would
faine
invent
some
strange
And
exquisite
new
fashions
.
Foro.
Are
you
not
travel'd
sir
.
Tay.
Yes
sir
,
but
have
observ'd
all
we
can
see
Or
invent
are
but
old
ones
with
new
names
to'em
,
Now
I
would
some
way
or
other
grow
more
curious
.
Foro.
Let
me
see
to
devise
new
fashions
.
Were
you
never
in
the
Moone
?
Tay.
In
the
Moone
taverne
!
yes
sir
:
often
.
Foro.
No
,
I
do
meane
in
the
new
world
,
In
the
world
thats
in
the
Moone
yonder
.
Tay.
How
?
a
new
world
ith
moone
?
Foro.
Yes
I
assure
you
.
Tay.
And
peopled
?
Foro.
O
most
fantastically
peopled
.
Tay.
Nay
certaine
then
ther's
worke
for
taylors
?
Foro.
That
there
is
I
assure
you
.
Tay.
Yet
I
have
talked
with
a
Scotch
taylor
That
never
discover'd
so
much
to
me
,
Though
he
has
travail'd
far
,
and
was
a
pedlar
in
Poland
.
Foro.
That
was
out
of
his
way
,
This
lies
beyond
China
,
You
would
study
new
fashions
you
say
?
Take
my
councell
,
make
a
voyage
,
And
discover
that
new
world
.
Tay.
Shall
I
be
a
moon-man
?
Foro.
I
am
of
opinion
,
the
people
of
that
world
(
Jf
they
be
like
the
nature
of
that
climate
they
live
in
)
Do
vary
the
fashion
of
their
cloathes
oftner
then
any
Quick-silver'd
nation
in
Europe
.
Tay.
Not
unlikely
,
but
what
should
that
be
we
call
The
man
in
the
moone
then
?
Foro.
Why
tis
nothing
but
an
Englishman
That
stands
there
starke
naked
,
With
a
paire
of
sheires
in
one
hand
,
And
a
great
bundle
of
broad
cloath
in
the
other
(
Which
resembles
the
bush
of
thornes
)
Cutting
out
of
new
fashions
.
Taylor
I
have
heard
somewhat
like
this
,
But
how
shall
I
get
thither
?
Foro.
Ile
make
a
new
compasse
shall
direct
you
.
Tay.
Certaine
?
Foro.
Count
me
else
for
no
man
of
direction
.
Tay.
Theres
20
duckats
in
hand
,
at
my
returne
Ile
give
you
a
100.
Foro.
A
new
voyage
to
discover
new
fashions
.
Mul.
I
have
been
a
travailer
too
sir
,
That
have
shewed
strange
beasts
in
Christendome
,
And
got
mony
by
them
,
but
I
finde
the
trade
to
decay
.
Your
Camelion
,
or
East-Indian
hedg-hog
Gets
very
little
mony
,
and
your
Elephant
devoures
So
much
bread
,
brings
in
so
little
profit
,
His
keeper
were
better
every
morning
Cram
15
Taylors
with
white
manchet
,
I
would
have
some
new
spectacle
,
And
one
that
might
be
more
attractive
.
Foro.
Let
me
see
,
were
you
ever
in
Spaine
?
Mule.
Not
yet
Sir
.
Foro.
I
would
have
you
go
to
Madrill
,
and
against
some
great
festivall
,
when
the
court
lies
there
,
provide
a
great
and
spacious
Engilsh
Oxe
,
and
rode
him
whole
,
with
a
pudding
in's
belly
;
that
would
be
the
eight
wonder
of
the
world
in
those
parts
I
assure
you
.
Mule.
A
rare
project
without
question
.
Foro.
Goe
beyond
all
their
garlike
olla
Podrithoes
,
though
you
sod
one
in
Garquentuas
cauldron
,
bring
in
more
mony
,
then
all
the
monsters
of
Affrick
.
Host.
Good
Sir
do
your
best
for
him
;
he's
of
my
acquaintance
,
and
one
if
ye
knew
him
—
Foro.
What
is
he
?
Host.
He
was
once
a
man
of
infinite
letters
.
Foro.
A
Scholler
?
Host.
No
sir
,
a
packet
carrier
,
which
is
alwaies
a
man
of
many
letters
,
yon
know
:
then
he
was
Mule-driver
,
now
hee's
a
gentleman
,
and
feedes
monsters
.
Foro.
A
most
ungratefull
calling
.
Mule.
Ther's
mony
for
your
direction
;
the
price
of
the
Oxe
Sir
.
Foro.
A
hundred
French
crownes
,
for
it
must
be
a
Lincolne shire
Oxe
,
and
a
prime
one
:
For
a
rare
and
monstrous
spectacle
,
to
be
seen
at
Madrill
.
Enter
Clown
,
Hostesse
,
and
Bianca
.
Hostes.
Pray
forbeare
sir
,
we
shall
have
a
new
quarrell
.
Clow.
You
durst
not
meet
me
ith'
field
,
I
am
therefore
come
to
spoyle
your
market
.
Foro.
Whats
the
newes
with
you
sir
.
Clow.
Gentlemen
,
you
that
come
hither
to
be
most
abominably
cheated
,
listen
,
and
be
as
wise
as
your
plannet
will
suffer
you
,
keep
your
mony
,
be
not
guld
,
be
not
laught
at
.
Pedant
.
What
meanes
this
?
would
I
had
my
mony
againe
in
my
pocket
.
Host.
The
fellow
is
full
of
malice
,
do
not
mind
him
.
Clow.
This
profest
cheating
rogue
was
my
master
,
and
I
confesse
my selfe
a
more
preternotorious
rogue
then
himselfe
,
in
so
long
keeping
his
villainous
counsell
.
Foro.
Come
,
come
,
I
will
not
heare
you
.
Clow.
No
couzner
,
thou
wouldest
not
heare
me
,
I
do
but
dare
thee
to
suffer
me
to
speake
,
and
then
thou
and
all
thy
divells
spit
fire
,
and
spoute
Aqua
fortis
.
Foro.
Speake
on
,
I
freely
permit
thee
.
Clow.
Why
then
know
all
you
simple
animals
,
you
whose
purses
are
ready
to
cast
the
calfe
,
if
they
have
not
cast
it
already
,
if
you
give
any
credit
this
jugling
rascal
,
you
are
worse
then
simple
widgins
,
and
will
be
drawne
into
the
net
by
this
decoy
ducke
,
this
tame
cheater
.
Foro.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
pray
marke
him
.
Clow.
He
does
professe
Physicke
,
and
counjuring
;
for
his
Physicke
;
he
has
but
two
medicins
for
all
manner
of
diseases
;
when
he
was
i'th
low
countryes
,
he
us'd
nothing
but
butterd
beere
,
colourd
with
Allegant
,
for
all
kind
of
maladies
,
and
that
he
called
his
catholick
medcine
;
sure
the
ducth
smelt
out
it
was
butterd
beere
,
else
they
would
never
have
endur'd
it
for
the
names
sake
:
then
does
he
minister
a
grated
dogs
turd
instead
of
Rubarbe
,
many
times
of
Vnicornes
horne
,
which
working
strongly
with
the
conceit
of
the
Patient
,
would
make
them
bescummer
to
the
height
of
a
mighty
purgation
.
Foro.
The
rogue
has
studied
this
invective
.
Clow.
Now
for
his
conjuring
,
the
witches
of
Lapland
are
the
divells
chaire-women
to
him
,
for
they
will
sell
a
man
a
winde
to
some
purpose
;
he
sells
winde
,
and
tells
you
fortye
lyes
over
and
over
.
Hostess
.
I
thought
what
we
should
find
of
him
.
Host.
Hold
your
prating
,
be
not
you
an
hereticke
.
Clow.
Conjure
!
Ile
tell
you
,
all
the
divells
names
he
calls
upon
,
are
but
fustian
names
,
gatherd
out
of
welch
heraldry
;
in
breife
,
he
is
a
rogue
of
six
reprieves
,
foure
pardones
of
course
,
thrice
pilloried
,
twice
sung
Lacrymae
to
the
Virginalls
of
a
carts
taile
,
h'as
five
times
been
in
the
Gallies
,
and
will
never
truly
run
himselfe
out
of
breath
,
till
he
comes
to
the
gallowes
.
Foro.
You
have
heard
worthy
gentlemen
,
what
this
lying
detracting
rascall
has
vomited
.
Tay.
Yes
certaine
,
but
we
have
a
better
trust
in
you
,
for
you
have
taine
our
mony
.
Foro.
I
have
so
,
truth
is
he
was
my
servant
,
and
for
some
chastisement
I
gave
him
,
he
does
practise
thus
upon
me
;
speake
truly
sirra
,
are
you
certaine
I
cannot
conjure
?
Clow.
Conjure
!
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Foro.
Nay
,
nay
,
but
be
very
sure
of
it
.
Clow.
Sure
of
it
?
why
Ile
make
a
bargaine
with
thee
,
before
all
these
gentlemen
,
use
all
thy
art
,
all
thy
roguery
,
and
make
me
do
any
thing
before
al
this
company
I
have
not
a
mind
to
,
Ile
first
give
thee
leave
to
claime
me
for
thy
bond
slave
,
and
when
thou
hast
done
hang
me
.
Foro,
Tis
a
match
,
sirra
,
Ile
make
you
caper
ith'
aire
presently
.
Clow.
I
have
too
solid
a
body
,
and
my
beleife
is
like
a
Puritans
on
Good-Friday
,
too
high
fed
with
capon
.
Foro.
I
will
first
send
thee
to
Greeke
land
for
a
haunch
of
venison
,
just
of
the
thicknesse
of
thine
own
tallow
.
Clow.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
Ile
not
stir
an
inch
for
thee
.
Foro.
Thence
to
Amboyna
ith'
East-Jndies
,
for
pepper
to
bake
it
.
Clow.
To
Amboyna
?
so
I
might
be
pepperd
.
Foro.
Then
will
I
conveigh
thee
strark
naked
to
Develing
to
beg
a
paire
of
brogs
,
to
hide
thy
mountainous
buttocks
.
Clow.
And
no
doublet
to
'em
?
Foro.
No
sir
,
I
intend
to
send
you
of
a
sleevelesse
errand
;
but
before
you
vanish
,
in
regard
you
say
I
cannot
conjure
,
and
ar
so
stupid
,
and
opinionated
a
slave
,
that
neither
I
,
nor
my
art
can
compell
you
to
do
any
thing
thats
beyond
your
own
pleasure
,
the
gentlemen
shall
have
some
sport
;
you
cannot
endure
a
cat
sirra
?
Clow.
Whats
that
to
thee
Iugler
?
Foro.
Nor
you'l
do
nothing
at
my
entreaty
?
Clow.
Ile
be
hang'd
first
.
Foro.
Sit
Gentlemen
,
and
whatsoever
you
see
,
be
not
frighted
;
Hostess
:
Alas
I
can
endure
no
coniuring
.
Host
:
Stir
not
wife
.
Bian
:
Pray
let
me
go
sir
,
I
am
not
fit
for
these
fooleryes
.
Host
:
Move
not
daughter
.
For:
I
wil
make
you
dance
a
new
dance
calld
leap-frog
.
Clow:
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Fro:
And
as
naked
as
a
frog
.
Clow:
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
I
defye
thee
.
Foro
.
lookes
in
a
booke
,
strikes
with
his
wand
,
Musick
playes
.
Enter
4.
Boyes
shap't
like
Frogs
,
and
dance
.
Pedant
:
Spirits
of
the
water
in
the
likenes
of
frogs
.
Tay
:
he
has
fisht
faire
beleeve
me
.
Mule:
See
,
see
,
he
sweats
and
trembles
.
Foro:
Are
you
come
to
your
quavers
?
Clow.
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
.
Foro.
Ile
make
you
run
division
on
that
o's
ere
I
leave
you
;
looke
you
,
here
are
the
playfellowes
that
are
so
indeerd
to
you
;
come
sir
,
first
unease
,
and
then
dance
,
nay
Ile
make
him
daunce
stark
naked
.
Host.
Oh
let
him
have
his
shirt
on
,
and
his
Mogols
breeches
,
here
are
women
ith'
house
.
Foro.
Well
for
their
sakes
he
shall
.
Clown
teares
off
his
doublet
,
making
strange
faces
as
if
compeld
to
it
,
falls
into
the
Daunce
.
Tay.
He
daunces
,
what
a
lying
rogue
was
this
to
say
the
gentleman
could
not
conjure
?
Foro.
He
does
prettily
well
,
but
tis
voluntary
,
I
assure
you
,
I
have
no
hand
in't
.
Clow.
As
you
are
a
Counjurer
,
and
a
rare
Artist
,
free
me
from
these
couplets
;
of
all
creatures
I
cannot
endure
a
Frog
.
Foro.
But
your
dauncing
is
voluntary
,
I
can
compell
you
to
nothing
.
Hostes.
O
me
,
daughter
,
lets
take
heed
of
this
fellow
,
he'le
make
us
dance
naked
,
an'
we
vex
him
.
—
Exeunt
Hostesse
and
Bianca
.
Foro.
Now
cut
capers
sirra
,
Ile
plague
that
chin
of
yours
.
Clow.
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
,
my
kidneys
are
rosted
,
I
drop
away
like
a
pound
of
butter
rosted
.
Tayl.
He
will
daunce
himselfe
to
death
.
Foro.
No
matter
Ile
sell
his
fat
to
the
Pothecaries
,
and
repaire
my
injury
that
way
.
Host.
Enough
in
conscience
.
Foro.
Well
,
at
your
entreaty
vanish
.
And
now
I
wil
only
make
him
breake
his
neck
in
doing
a
sommerset
,
and
thats
all
the
revenge
I
meane
to
take
of
him
.
Clow.
O
gentlemen
,
what
a
rogue
was
I
to
belye
so
an
approved
Master
in
the
noble
dark
science
?
you
can
witnesse
,
this
I
did
only
to
spoyle
his
practise
and
deprive
you
of
the
happynesse
of
injoying
his
worthy
labours
;
rogue
that
I
was
to
do
it
,
pray
sir
forgive
me
.
Foro.
With
what
face
canst
thou
ask
it
?
Clow.
With
such
a
face
as
I
deserve
,
with
a
hanging
looke
,
as
all
here
can
testifie
.
Foro.
Well
gentlemen
,
that
you
may
perceive
the
goodnes
of
my
temper
,
I
will
entertain
this
rogue
again
in
hope
of
amendment
,
for
should
I
turn
him
off
,
he
would
be
hanged
.
Clow.
You
may
read
that
in
this
foule
coppy
.
Foro.
Only
with
this
promise
,
you
shall
never
cozen
any
of
my
patients
.
Clow.
Never
.
Foro.
And
remember
hence
forward
,
that
though
I
cannot
counjure
,
I
can
make
you
daunce
sirra
,
go
get
your selfe
into
the
cottage
againe
.
—
Enter
Caesario
.
Clow.
I
will
never
more
daunce
leape
Frog
:
now
I
have
got
you
into
credit
,
hold
it
up
,
and
cozen
them
in
abundance
.
Foro.
Oh
rare
rascall
—
Exit
Clown
.
Cesar.
How
now
,
a
Frankford
mart
here
,
a
Mountebanke
,
and
his
worshipfull
auditory
.
Host.
They
are
my
ghuests
Sir
.
Cesar.
A
—
upon
them
,
shew
your
jugling
tricks
in
some
other
roome
.
Host
,
And
why
not
here
Sir
?
Cesar.
Hence
,
or
sirra
I
shall
spoile
your
figure
flinging
,
and
all
their
radicall
questions
.
Omnes
Sir
we
vanish
.
—
Exeunt
.
Manet
Host
.
&
Caesar
.
Host.
Signior
Caesario
,
you
make
bold
with
me
,
And
somewhat
I
must
tell
you
to
a
degree
of
ill
manners
,
they
are
my
ghuests
,
and
men
I
live
by
,
And
I
would
know
by
what
authority
You
command
thus
far
.
Cesar.
By
my
interest
in
your
daughter
.
Host.
Interest
do
you
call't
?
as
J
remember
I
never
put
her
out
to
Vsury
on
that
condition
.
Cesar.
Pray
thee
be
not
angry
.
Enter
Bianca
and
Hostesse
.
Hostes.
I
am
come
to
make
thee
happy
,
and
her
happy
:
Shee's
here
;
alas
my
pretty
soule
,
I
am
come
To
give
assurance
thats
beyond
thy
hope
,
Or
thy
beleife
,
I
bring
repentance
'bout
me
,
And
satisfaction
,
I
will
marry
thee
.
Bianca
.
Ha
?
Caesar.
As
I
live
I
will
,
but
do
not
entertain't
With
too
quick
an
apprehension
of
joy
,
For
that
may
hurt
thee
,
I
have
heard
some
dye
of't
,
Bian.
Do
not
feare
me
.
Caesar
Then
thou
think'st
I
faigne
This
protestation
,
I
will
instantly
Before
this
testimony
,
my
new
alliance
,
Contract
my selfe
unto
thee
,
then
I
hope
We
may
be
more
private
.
Host.
But
thou
shalt
not
sir
,
For
so
has
many
a
maiden-head
been
lost
,
and
many
a
bastard
gotten
,
Ces.
Then
to
give
you
the
best
of
any
assurance
in
the
world
,
Entreat
thy
father
to
goe
fetch
a
Preist
Wee
will
instantly
to
bed
,
and
there
be
married
.
Bian.
Pride
hath
not
yet
fosaken
you
I
see
,
Though
prosperity
has
.
Host.
Sir
you
are
too
confident
To
fashion
to
your selfe
a
dreame
of
purchase
When
you
are
a
begger
,
Ces.
you
are
bold
with
me
.
Hostes.
Doe
we
not
know
your
value
is
cried
downe
Fourescore
i'th
hundred
.
Bian
Oh
sir
I
did
love
you
With
such
a
fixed
heart
,
that
in
that
minute
Wherein
you
slighted
,
or
contemn'd
me
rather
,
I
tooke
a
vow
to
obey
your
last
decree
,
And
never
more
looke
up
at
any
hope
Should
bring
me
comfort
that
way
,
and
though
since
Your
Foster-mother
,
and
the
faire
Clarissa
Have
in
the
way
of
marriage
despis'd
you
,
That
hath
not
any
way
bred
my
revenge
,
But
compassion
rather
.
I
have
found
So
much
sorrow
in
the
way
to
a
chaste
wedlock
That
here
I
will
set
downe
,
and
never
wish
To
come
to'th
journies
end
.
Your
suite
to
mee
Henceforth
be
ever
silenc't
.
Cesar.
My
Bianca
.
Hostes.
Henceforward
pray
forbeare
her
and
my
house
:
She's
a
poore
vertuous
wench
,
yet
her
estate
May
weigh
with
yours
in
a
gold
balance
.
Host.
Yes
,
and
her
birth
in
any
Heralds
office
in
Christendome
.
Hostes.
It
may
prove
so
:
When
you'l
say
,
you
have
leapt
a
Whiteing
.
Exit
.
Enter
Baptista
and
Mentivole
.
Ces,
How
far
am
I
growne
behind
hand
with
fortune
?
Bap.
Here's
Cesario
:
My
son
sir
is
to morrow
to
be
married
Vnto
the
faire
Clarissa
,
Ces.
So
.
Ment.
Wee
hope
youle
be
a
gueste
there
?
Ces.
No
I
will
not
grace
your
triumph
so
much
.
Bap.
I
will
not
tax
your
breeding
.
But
it
alters
not
your
birth
sir
,
fare
you
well
.
Ment.
Oh
sir
doe
not
greive
him
,
He
has
to
much
affliction
already
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
a
Sailor
.
Ces.
Every
way
scorn'd
and
lost
,
Shame
follow
you
For
I
am
growne
most
miserable
.
Sail.
Sir
doe
you
know
a
Ladies
son
in
towne
here
They
cal
Cesario
?
Cesar.
Ther's
none
such
I
assure
thee
;
Sail.
I
was
told
you
were
the
man
.
Cesar.
Whats
that
to
thee
?
Sail.
A
—
on't
.
You
are
melancholy
,
will
you
drink
Sir
?
Cesar.
With
whom
?
Sail.
With
mee
Sir
;
despise
not
this
pitcht
Canvas
;
the
time
was
wee
have
knowne
them
lined
with
Spanish
Duckets
:
I
have
news
for
you
:
Cesar.
For
me
!
Sail.
Not
unlesse
you'l
drink
;
We
are
like
our
Sea
provision
,
once
out
of
pickle
,
We
require
abundance
of
drink
;
I
have
news
to
tell
you
That
were
you
Prince
,
Would
make
you
send
your
mandate
To
have
a
thousand
bonfires
made
'ith
City
,
And
pist
out
agen
with
nothing
but
Greek
wine
.
Cesar.
Come
,
I
wil
drink
with
thee
howsoever
,
Sail.
And
upon
these
terms
I
wil
utter
my
mind
to
you
.
Exeunt
.