Actus
primus
.
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Julio
and
Monkey
.
Iulio
.
WHy
how
now
Puss
,
what
ayles
my
Monkie
to
chatter
out
of
tune
thus
?
Monk.
A
whoreson
sencelesse
Coxcombe
—
but
I
am
glad
th'art
come
,
I
long
for
a
pottle
of
wine
and
a
Capon
.
Iulio
.
Good
provision
for
the
present
Monkie
,
but
viderit
futuritas
,
in
the
meane
time
,
who
layes
up
for
futurity
?
Come
you
raise
foure
hundred
per
annum
,
out
of
pottles
of
Wine
and
Capons
?
Monk.
Yes
my
Granado
,
in
this
qualitie
:
they
that
come
short
of
my
breeding
have
don't
.
The
first
credit
I
wonne
was
in
a
Garrison
.
Iulio
.
In
Holland
.
Monk.
No
;
and
yet
in
the
low
Countries
:
I
never
sate
foot
in
a
leaguer
yet
.
Iulio
.
The
reason
of
that
?
Monk.
My
hard
fate
nothing
else
,
having
as
much
impudence
,
and
as
many
wayes
to
manage
it
,
receiving
weekly
Corantoes
from
Paris
,
Roterdam
,
and
Flushing
,
and
having
trade
too
in
Middleborough
,
I
have
beene
house
Lecturer
three
yeares
together
,
and
read
Aretine
,
both
in
print
and
picture
,
and
that
is
much
for
one
of
my
yeares
.
Iulio
.
'T
may
be
thou
wantst
acquaintance
.
Monk.
No
such
matter
,
the
old
Exchange
,
the
new
Burse
,
and
new
Town
,
afford
plenty
;
not
a
Prentice
that
can
cry
Bawd
,
nor
a
Butchers
Dog
that
can
say
bow
wow
,
but
is
of
my
acquaintance
.
Iulio
.
Yet
it
may
be
they
are
precise
,
and
will
not
be
seen
in't
.
Monk.
That
I
know
not
,
but
most
sure
,
I
have
feasted
the
Liberty
twice
at
mine
owne
charge
,
and
helpt
their
wives
and
daughters
to
the
earning
of
many
a
fair
pound
:
they
will
be
seen
in
that
.
Iulio
.
Well
,
I
am
sure
I
have
furnish'd
thy
Library
with
all
books
of
behaviour
,
and
tables
of
entertainment
.
Monk.
And
I
have
cull'd
out
all
my
phrases
as
curiously
&
stuck
my
language
with
such
inticing
conveniences
:
and
for
intelligence
,
all
the
lawn
women
,
lace
women
,
box
women
,
and
to
come
nearer
to
the
businesse
,
very
haire
women
,
perriwig
women
,
and
candied
Elicumpany
lick
halbars
,
come
in
twice
a
week
like
decoy
Ducks
,
with
whole
sholes
at
the
taile
of
them
.
Iulio
.
Why
,
then
there's
a
fault
in
your
company
.
Monk.
I
,
I
,
that
villanous
company
undoes
all
,
Ther's
Lodowick
Tomaso
Vallentine
,
high
talkers
,
and
deepe
drinkers
,
but
they
have
wit
in
their
wine
,
and
too
much
honesty
in
their
actions
at
all
time
,
there's
only
on
Gentleman
—
Iulio
.
Stultissimo
of
a
plain
cut
and
square
size
,
he
runs
just
as
you
throw
him
;
rub
him
a
little
against
the
grain
now
,
and
he
will
come
off
a
great
deal
the
smoother
.
You
would
not
thinke
,
what
charitable
benefactours
three
or
foure
such
plush
Colonels
would
be
to
the
founding
of
a
new
honour
.
Monk.
But
hast
thou
such
a
purpose
,
indeed
?
Iulio
.
Why
should
not
I
have
purpose
and
effect
as
much
as
any
:
A
leager
,
yes
,
so
it
lay
in
the
Ile
of
plentie
;
Ide
dig
through
the
Alpes
with
Haniball
,
and
fetch
Theseus
from
Hell
,
with
Hercules
purpose
and
practice
,
my
precious
Monkie
,
tis
done
.
Bawd
.
And
shall
I
come
to
the
honour
to
write
Mistris
of
the
Leaguer
.
Iulio
.
Shall
not
bate
an
accent
of
that
title
my
Catamptiall
Monky
,
but
you
must
look
out
for
Spiders
Monky
,
and
the
Sprall
of
all
foure
Puzz
:
I
have
laid
the
foundation
in
gold
already
.
Monk.
Hast
had
a
good
return
of
thy
Rings
chuck
?
Iulio
.
Rings
hangum
,
they
are
as
stale
as
Scotch
Lanson
,
Or
as
your
Decoy
,
No
,
I
have
sent
um
out
in
a
desperat
venture
to
Cape
.
No
Monkie
,
my
old
friend
Franciscus
hath
repaired
my
Jacket
already
,
&
has
promised
to
new
thatch
my
outside
too
.
One
of
these
boxes
has
100
pieces
of
new
gold
,
With
chains
and
keyes
correspondent
.
Monk.
For
what
use
Chick
?
Iulio
.
For
a
dead
lift
Monkie
:
a
Leaguer
cannot
be
planted
,
mann'd
,
victuall'd
and
munition'd
with
a
small
Magazine
:
to
work
Monkie
,
a
mouzing
Puss
,
make
choice
of
your
company
,
admit
no
parley
with
the
popular
,
be
high
and
proud
of
thy selfe
,
and
let
those
that
will
needs
buy
thee
,
pay
soundly
for
thee
with
a
pox
to
um
,
Puss
a
wink
to
the
wise
,
you
know
my
minde
,
let's
have
no
more
midnight
catterwowlings
under
Sale-mens
shop
windows
,
Vintners
dark
cellers
,
no
Justices
long
Entries
,
but
beare
up
your selfe
so
civill
and
so
meager
,
You
may
be
stilde
a
sister
of
the
Leaguer
.
Enter
Dulciflora
a
Whore
,
and
Mistris
Durable
a
Bawd
,
old
Signior
Stultissimo
a
foolish
Gentleman
,
and
Fub.
Whore
.
Away
you
Rogue
.
Stult.
As
I
am
a
Gentleman
body
and
soule
Ile
break
your
windowes
.
Fub.
Master
,
as
you
are
a
man
stand
and
tickle
her
.
Whore
.
Will
you
,
you
Rascall
.
Bawd
.
Ah
,
sweet
heart
,
prethee
good
woman
.
Fub.
Nay
,
let
her
come
Ile
give
her
hert
belly
full
.
Stult.
Let
her
alone
Fub
:
let
her
alone
,
by
this
hand
,
Ile
make
the
boyes
maule
her
Ruffs
.
Whore
.
Fie
how
I
am
tyred
a
whorson
stinking
shamleg'd
,
Fie
,
fie
,
fie
,
use
a
Gentlewoman
thus
in
her
own
lodging
.
Bawd
.
How
does
your
back
,
O
the
Fucas
,
out
alas
,
here's
half
a
Crown
in
Complexion
utterly
cast
away
.
Whore
.
If
I
be
not
even
with
the
Rutter
—
Bawd
.
If
hee
come
where
you
have
to
doe
,
let
him
pay
soundly
.
Whore
.
A
plague
upon
his
Asses
eares
,
by
my
Virginity
,
Ile
send
his
beard
into
New-found-land
for
this
.
Bawd
.
And
so
I
would
,
to
make
lines
to
catch
Cods
:
out
,
out
,
out
,
a
Gentleman
,
and
use
a
woman
no
otherwise
;
yfaith
,
yfath
,
it
stands
not
with
his
reputation
.
Whore
.
A
whorson
smelt
:
Mistris
Durable
,
I
would
I
had
some
of
your
aqua
vitae
,
I'me
sick
after
the
conflict
.
Bawd
.
And
shall
good
woman
,
come
,
come
,
pray
keep
your self
warme
.
Enter
Franciscus
,
and
Julio
,
Julio
very
poore
.
Fran.
Forsake
me
honour
,
when
I
doe
forget
the
bond
of
friendship
,
let
not
poverty
,
no
,
nor
your
fathers
haviour
Julio
:
though
our
Venetian
law
proved
him
a
Traitor
:
come
plucke
away
your
interest
from
my
breast
:
when
we
were
pupills
in
the
Academy
,
I
was
Franciscus
and
your
fellow
then
;
I
am
Franciscus
and
your
fellow
still
,
nor
can
be
altered
:
I
have
now
a
heart
as
free
from
pride
,
as
when
I
clipt
thee
thus
,
before
thou
knew'st
the
taste
of
poverty
,
or
I
prosperity
.
Thinke
not
ancient
friend
I
can
forget
thee
,
though
thy
need
were
such
as
beggery
despis'd
.
Iulio
.
The
liberall
hand
of
heaven
reward
your
love
,
or
lend
my
wishes
that
ability
to
thank
you
in
requitall
.
Fran.
Amen
to
that
and
more
.
I
tell
thee
Iulio
,
I
am
not
happier
in
my
vertuous
wife
:
and
yet
that's
greater
than
yielding
thee
reliefe
tis
all
that
good
men
wish
:
Why
have
we
wealth
bestow'd
on
us
,
but
to
returne
the
same
,
where
stern
necessity
pinches
the
ribs
of
him
or
her
that
wants
?
it
has
no
other
worth
,
no
more
esteeme
of
me
.
Heap
it
together
while
the
,
massie
weight
e'ne
crack
,
what
bears
it
lesse
than
dust
?
on
dust
deserves
no
more
regard
.
I
have
a
Wife
,
Nurse
,
and
mother
,
all
she
is
in
one
;
yet
one
deserves
more
Titles
,
besides
her
feature
,
which
may
make
compare
with
those
that
boast
of
parts
:
she
is
so
kinde
,
that
many
millions
may
be
stampt
againe
,
ere
one
so
perfect
currant
.
She
is
worth
more
than
the
earth
is
:
but
she
is
my
wife
,
and
I
will
cease
her
praise
:
you
know
her
father
when
you
have
his
name
:
hee
is
called
Chrisippus
,
many
stile
him
good
,
and
wish
all
Venice
such
.
Julio
.
Ere
I
was
banish'd
for
my
fathers
fact
,
my
knowledge
coated
,
and
all
Italy
,
spoke
of
a
Damosell
called
Cornelia
,
this
good
Chrisippus
daughter
.
Enter
Chrisippus
,
Cornelia
,
Anthonio
,
Tomaso
,
Phemono
,
Stultissimo
,
and
Fub.
Fran.
She
is
that
jewell
,
that
unmatched
,
thing
I
made
my
boast
of
:
That
Cornelia
is
none
but
mine
,
I
dare
boldly
say
,
and
eke
affirme
it
:
See
my
Julio
,
she
meets
us
unexpected
,
and
comes
to
hinder
what
I
would
speake
more
,
in
cause
of
her
demerit
,
modesty
,
and
sweetnesse
.
Chris.
Franciscus
:
sonne
!
Fran.
My
Love
and
duty
make
me
ever
such
.
To
all
this
company
a
happy
houre
.
Corn.
You
have
bin
mist
Franciscus
.
Fran.
You
have
beene
mist
Cornelia
.
Corn.
Where
?
Fran.
Where
ere
I
have
bin
,
this
is
my
friend
,
tender
him
your
welcome
with
as
good
respects
as
I
my selfe
where
he
.
Corn.
Sir
,
bid
your
own
welcome
,
and
command
as
much
as
all
we
have
,
were
yours
.
Iulio
Your
courtesies
to
one
so
throng'd
in
misery
As
my selfe
,
dulls
my
behaviour
,
that
I
know
not
how
Enough
to
laud
or
thanke
you
.
Fran.
You
shall
exchange
your
habit
:
Phemone
,
sister
,
Anthonio
—
Whispers
.
Anth.
We
mist
you
yester night
.
Fran.
I
durst
not
come
believe
it
:
Vallentius
for
sayes
rowses
are
too
great
,
They
make
me
quake
to
see
'em
.
How
fares
my
cousen
Lodwick
?
Anth.
He
spoyld
our
sport
:
he
was
not
well
he
said
:
I
would
you
had
beene
there
:
Tomaso
pledg'd
you
twice
.
Fran.
I
thank
his
love
.
Tom.
It
is
not
worth
it
Sir
.
Stult.
Yfaith
Nephew
I
was
extream
drunke
,
aske
my
man
Fub
else
,
he'le
tell
you
what
a
coyle
he
had
with
me
:
the
rarest
lest
yfaith
:
prethee
tell
'em
how
thou
foundst
me
underneath
the
staires
.
Fub.
By
no
meanes
,
'twill
make
'em
drunk
to
heare
it
.
Enter
Arbaces
Anthonios
Father
.
Cris.
Signior
Arbaces
you
are
the
man
I
wisht
for
.
Arb.
Well
met
Gentlemen
:
are
you
here
Antonio
?
Cris.
Cornelia
.
Corn.
Sir
.
Cris.
No
,
tis
no
matter
.
Tomaso
you
shall
do't
,
Goe
see
nothing
want
;
you
are
all
my
guests
,
you
dine
with
Me
that's
certaine
:
Nay
,
I
will
not
be
deny'd
:
Most
welcome
Sir
to
you
:
will
you
walke
?
Fran.
Ever
,
ever
welcome
.
Exeunt
.
Manet
Stultissimo
and
Fub.
Fub.
Will
you
walk
sir
?
will
you
munch
?
Stult.
Sirrah
Fub
,
thou
wouldst
not
think
how
sore
my
head
is
,
ever
since
I
had
the
knock
with
the
Ladle
?
Fub.
I
believe
you
:
will
you
feed
sir
?
Stult.
No
more
i'th'
Ladle
.
Me thinkes
I
am
pocky
melancholy
here
of
late
.
Fub.
So
I
ghest
,
ever
since
you
knew
the
Gentlewoman
that
beate
you
.
Stult.
Thou
sayest
true
,
ever
since
yfaith
.
Fub.
Why
she
is
able
to
make
any body
pocky
melancholy
.
But
would
you
would
snap
a
bit
sir
.
Stult.
I
love
her
I
cannot
tell
how
:
yfaith
and
I
were
well
search'd
,
I
think
I
am
little
kin
to
a
Spannell
,
the
more
I
am
beaten
,
the
better
I
affect
.
Fub.
Would
I
were
sure
of
that
.
Stult.
Well
,
she
shall
heare
from
me
in
some
Sonnet
or
Ditty
;
some
rare
thing
of
mine
owne
invention
,
and
that
speedily
:
Let
me
see
to
what
tune
shall
I
have
it
?
Fub.
And
if
you
please
,
let
it
goe
to
the
Punkes
delight
;
'tis
your
onely
sweet
tune
:
for
women
doe
love
the
Punks
delight
.
Stultis.
By
this
hand
gramercy
;
they
doe
indeed
,
thou
canst
sing
if
need
be
.
Fub.
I
can
make
a
scurvy
shift
:
But
to
say
truth
I
am
no
good
Querister
.
Stult.
But
canst
thou
doe
well
and
scurvily
?
Fub.
After
my
manner
.
Stult.
Would
I
might
be
hang'd
presently
,
but
methinkes
I
am
a
piece
of
a
Poet
already
,
there's
such
a
whistling
in
my
pate
.
Fub.
That's
nothing
but
your
conceit
sir
.
Stult.
Conceit
merrily
:
O
that
my
love
were
any
thing
but
woman
.
Fub.
O
that
your
love
were
any
thing
but
Common
:
then
might
she
be
.
—
Stu.
What
might
she
be
.
Fub.
Nay
what
you
wil
yfaith
.
Stu.
Ile
to't
while
tis
hot
,
I
know
I'me
in
an
excellent
vein
.
Fub.
Pricke
it
quickly
then
:
But
Harke
you
Signior
,
shall
you
not
need
my
helpe
?
Stult.
I
defie't
,
It
shall
be
all
mine
own
,
I
cannot
abide
,
tis
the
scurviest
thing
to
rob
others
of
their
wit
,
good
or
bad
,
it
shall
flow
from
mine
own
sweet
brain
.
Fub.
I
believe
youle
finde
the
tyde
turn'd
,
tis
ebbing
water
there
,
would
I
might
be
begg'd
,
as
hee
had
like
to
have
been
,
if
his
foolery
do
not
vex
my
discretion
,
but
hee
gives
me
means
,
and
I
could
do
little
if
I
could
not
smile
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lodowick
and
Vallentius
.
Lod.
Well
Vallentius
,
and
you
be
caught
ith'
purlues
:
and
you
be
not
stung
for't
Ile
forsweare
privacie
,
and
all
that
belongs
too't
,
I
have
a
Girle
,
the
very
spirit
of
what
she
was
made
for
,
and
she
were
honest
,
she
might
crave
supremacie
of
Hellen
,
and
make
her
ride
behinde
.
Vallen.
And
I
love
one
were
she
not
honest
,
that's
her
only
fault
,
shee
were
a
Paragon
unparalleld
,
mingle
all
beautie
that
our
Venice
yields
,
and
set
her self
aside
,
she
would
stand
peerlesse
,
over-shine
them
all
,
and
dimme
the
Artists
cunning
.
Lod.
Is
she
a
woman
?
Vall.
Yes
,
but
such
a
one
no
voluntary
habit
,
nor
slie
drift
with
all
accommodations
that
beseemes
,
unblemisht
truth
it selfe
can
bring
to
speech
or
give
my
thoughts
accesse
.
Lod.
What
is
she
for
a
Saint
,
that
stands
in
the
how
faire
and
beautifull
:
may
one
of
my
birth
intreat
her
name
and
knowledge
?
Vall.
Vow
your
assistance
to
my
purposes
,
and
I
a
Traitour
to
my selfe
reveale
the
treason
of
my
minde
.
Lod.
Give
me
your
hand
,
I
am
yours
for
better
or
worse
,
in
all
causes
,
all
adventures
,
my
sword
and
selfe
vow
fealty
:
Is
she
a
wife
?
Vall.
I
,
would
she
were
not
.
Lod.
Know
you
Vanderman
our
great
Physician
.
Vall.
What
,
my
fretfull
Doctour
?
the
only
curer
of
mad
folks
;
Know
I
my selfe
?
Vall.
You
know
hee's
married
.
Lod.
Yes
,
and
what
of
this
(
oh
would
you
be
ministring
therein
.
)
I
have
you
my
deare
Flora
,
well
take
my
word
shee's
thine
.
Vall.
I
would
that
I
were
hers
.
Lod.
Why
it
lyes
in
thine
own
choice
.
Vall.
But
setting
all
this
pleasantnesse
aside
,
in
earnest
Lodowick
I
affect
her
so
,
no
motive
mean
nor
yet
dire
accident
can
change
my
stedfast
will
,
I
must
enjoy
her
,
or
I
must
not
live
.
Lod.
Thou
shalt
enjoy
her
,
or
I
will
not
live
.
Vall.
You
speak
like
a
friend
.
Lod.
I
speak
like
what
I
am
,
a
Christian
,
and
by
that
Epethite
,
I
meant
as
much
as
I
speake
,
nor
could
I
thinke
,
Vallentius
,
you
of
all
the
men
alive
,
would
have
mistaken
mee
.
Vall.
In
any
kinde
but
this
I
never
had
:
pardon
me
Lodowick
this
doting
loves
beares
such
a
jealous
sway
,
the
least
suspition
puts
us
on
the
wracke
,
and
breaks
all
chaines
of
duty
:
You
may
perswade
me
to
believe
,
but
yet
he
that
never
saw
a
Vessell
under
sayle
,
cannot
imagine
what
the
Seaman
brooks
,
the
Merchant
sleeping
on
his
downey
Cowch
,
nere
dreams
what
danger
the
bold
Souldier
dures
,
and
he
that
never
felt
the
pangs
of
Hell
,
cannot
report
the
torments
:
assure
thee
Lodowick
so
be
satisfied
,
since
I
knew
her
,
I
have
not
known
my selfe
,
so
mighty
is
loves
extreams
.
Lod.
Tis
strange
.
Vall.
She
troth
plight
was
to
me
,
and
had
been
mine
,
had
not
desire
of
pelfe
alter'd
her
friends
,
and
I
dare
well
vow
she
loved
me
once
,
what ere
her
minde
be
now
.
Lod.
Come
be
rul'd
by
mee
,
thou
shalt
set
thy
toe
in
the
Doctors
stirrop
,
ride
and
go
a foot
at
thy
pleasure
:
did
shee
love
thee
once
?
Vall.
I
had
her
oath
.
Lod.
Go
to
,
renew
thy
suite
,
the
fire
is
not
all
out
,
stir
up
the
ashes
,
and
thou
dost
not
finde
some
embers
,
that
will
both
glow
and
warme
,
pawn
me
for
butter'd
Sack
,
and
let
me
never
be
worthy
redemption
.
Val.
I
want
the
means
.
Lod.
Think
not
of
that
,
tis
here
my
Flora
,
what
man
?
he's
not
the
first
Doctor
has
worn
a
corner
Cap
:
come
,
will
you
be
merry
Vallentius
,
and
youle
forsake
not
this
mood
,
I
renounce
society
.
Val.
I
am
yours
,
obedient
as
your
hand
.
Lod.
Follow
me
then
,
and
I
drive
not
this
melancholly
fit
out
of
thee
,
Ile
never
trust
my
conceit
:
what
,
ho
Damazella
?
Knocks
,
and
Clarislona
looks
out
at
the
window
.
Whore
.
Whose
there
?
Lod.
He's
here
that
should
be
here
,
come
down
?
Whore
.
Lodowick
.
Lod.
Yes
.
Val.
What's
she
.
Lod.
The
commodity
I
told
you
of
,
there's
a
Gentleman
a
friend
of
yours
in
love
with
her
.
Val.
Not
your selfe
.
Lod.
No
faith
,
though
you
shall
heare
her
sweare
as
much
,
tis
our
rich
heire
Signior
Stultissimo
.
Val.
What
,
the
Foole
?
Lod.
That
morsell
of
mans
flesh
,
shee
cannot
beat
him
away
,
he
haunts
the
Eves
like
a
Sparrow
in
March
,
you
may
hunt
flies
from
honey
sooner
then
him
out
of
her
company
:
now
Mistris
how
stands
things
with
you
,
when
did
you
play
with
your
fools
bable
?
Whore
.
Youle
never
leave
this
.
Lod.
Bid
my
friend
welcome
.
Val.
I
thank
you
Lady
.
Lod.
Come
kisse
me
?
Whore
.
Will
you
stay
all
night
?
Lod.
Yes
,
when
I
am
weary
of
strength
,
and
foes
with
my
back
.
Whore
.
Yfaith
Lodowick
,
you
must
leave
this
?
Lod.
So
I
will
.
Whore
.
When
?
Lod.
When
thou
leav'st
thy
trade
?
Whore
.
Will
you
sup
here
?
Lod.
Yes
drink
,
nothing
else
.
Whore
.
Lord
,
how
wise
your
grown
?
Lod.
So
I
were
,
if
I
could
keep
out
of
your
company
.
Whore
.
Fie
,
your'e
to
uncourteous
Lodwick
:
nay
,
he's
ever
thus
,
but
tis
my
fault
.
Lod.
Marry
mend
it
then
for
shame
.
Whore
.
Where's
my
Bracelet
,
which
of
your
Truls
has
that
?
Lod.
Shall
I
be
true
to
thee
?
Whore
.
Your'e
nere
true
to
me
.
Lod.
I
mean
honest
.
Whore
.
I
care
not
for
your
honesty
.
Lod.
I
believe
that
too
,
but
in
plain
verity
.
Your
bracelet
embraces
my
horses
main
.
Whore
.
Come
,
you
jest
.
Lod.
No
good
troth
.
Whore
.
Sweare
you
,
I
hope
you
make
a
difference
between
your
horse
and
me
.
Lod.
Faith
but
little
:
and
yet
your'e
both
good
bearers
.
Val.
By
the
bright
Sun
you
wrong
her
:
weepe
not
faire
one
.
Lod.
What
,
shall
we
have
tricks
?
Enter
Julio
.
Val.
You
are
too
blame
beshrow
me
.
Lod.
Now
,
when
,
what
needs
all
this
,
nay
,
and
you
powt
farewell
.
Val.
As
I
am
a
Gentleman
you
part
not
so
.
Whore
.
Sweet
,
Lodwick
.
Lod.
Hum
,
why
was
not
this
before
,
I
have
seene
the
Beares
.
Val.
Do
not
I
know
your
woman
?
Enter
the
Bawd
.
Bawd
.
Hist
,
hist
,
Are
you
the
man
of
War
?
Lod.
Nay
,
you
must
draw
neerer
,
if
youle
have
your
Embassie
answered
:
how
ist
Mistris
Durable
?
Bawd
.
How
do
you
Master
Lodowick
?
Lod.
The
worse
for
you
,
and
your
creatures
.
Bawd
.
It's
a
good
hearing
.
Lod.
Shall
I
have
three
or
foure
words
in
private
?
Whore
.
Not
with
her
unlesse
I
participate
.
Bawd
.
Whats
the
matter
?
Whore
.
Yonder's
Fub
,
the
parties
man
you
wot
on
has
somthing
under
hand
and
seale
.
Bawd
.
For
me
.
Whore
.
So
he
gives
out
.
Bawd
.
You
may
admit
him
.
Whore
.
Rest
you
merry
Gentlemen
.
Enter
Fub.
Lod.
Whose
this
secret
party
,
this
conceal'd
Champion
,
What
have
ye
here
,
Signior
Stultissimoes
man
?
Fub.
All
haile
.
Vall.
This
fellow
would
keep
a
vilde
coyle
if
hee
were
a top
ath'
tiles
.
Fub.
Gentiles
,
good
speed
.
Lod.
What
,
the
Plough
?
Fub.
No
,
you
,
and
you
please
,
Marona
to
your self
.
Lod.
This
fellows
discreet
.
(
gives
a
paper
)
Whore
.
To
me
.
Fub.
So
sayes
his
backside
.
Enter
Julio
.
Iulio
You
the
man
of
War
,
or
more
properly
Pirat
,
that
gave
summons
to
the
leaguer
.
Lod.
Leager
,
Sir
.
Iulio
.
Leager
,
Sir
,
the
report
of
your
Pot-guns
cannot
make
us
hang
up
a
white
flag
.
Toma.
The
skirt
of
a
clean
smock's
more
proper
ath'
two
.
Iulio
.
Wee
come
not
to
learne
whats
proper
of
you
,
Monkie
,
and
catch
flies
.
Lod.
Play
at
his
foolery
,
come
hither
Punck
.
Iulio
.
Sir
,
y'are
uncivill
,
she's
none
;
nor
this
a
Bawdy
house
;
but
a
Leaguer
of
gentle
entertainment
.
Lod.
The
fellow
dreames
:
Come
wake
and
be
thy selfe
.
Iulio
.
My selfe
?
Would
you
were
as
sure
your selves
as
I
am
.
Tom.
A
what
?
Iul.
I'de
faine
know
that
of
you
:
But
I
advise
you
to
take
councell
of
your
best
judgment
first
,
Your
words
will
be
questioned
.
Lodw.
Question
that
dares
,
th'art
an
arrant
Cheater
.
Iulio
.
Tis
not
your
pare
royall
of
plush
Coxecombes
can
secure
you
in't
.
Lodo.
Valiant
a
the
suddaine
too
.
Iulio
.
Not
suddainly
neither
:
The
growth
has
both
time
and
sufficient
temper
.
Why
I
a
Cheater
?
let
any
impartiall
—
Ride
Circuit
,
and
sit
in
judgement
of
us
all
,
And
shew
any
reason
either
in
Art
or
Nature
,
Why
I
a
Cheater
more
than
any
of
you
.
Lod.
Thou
hast
nothing
but
a
little
wit
to
live
upon
.
Iulio
.
That's
endowment
enough
for
a
Gentleman
:
I
ever
shall
count
him
the
nobler
gentleman
That
makes
himselfe
a
fortune
in
the
world
,
than
he
That
brings
it
into
the
world
with
him
.
Tom.
Suppose
this
granted
:
yet
why
this
a
Leaguer
?
Julio
.
I
want
words
for
you
:
onely
for
conclusion
,
one
out
of
a
strange
affected
carriage
has
gathered
an
admirable
method
of
drilling
,
and
training
men
from
the
flying
of
Cranes
:
Another
rare
order
and
government
of
Common-wealths
,
from
the
poore
labour
of
the
Bee
:
And
I
out
of
this
Leaguer
—
Lodo.
Will
extract
certaine
wayes
and
carriages
for
Cheaters
and
Libertines
.
Iul.
Twere
not
from
my
purpose
if
I
granted
that
to
.
Lycurgus
was
the
first
Law-maker
;
and
the
best
Law
that
ever
he
made
,
was
a
provision
or
maintenance
for
Cheats
,
as
you
call
em
,
and
Fellons
(
viz.
)
That
he
(
without
exception
of
age
,
quality
,
or
condition
)
which
could
doe
the
most
high
dainty
,
and
dangerous
peece
of
Felony
,
and
come
cleare
off
,
should
be
preferred
to
the
most
eminent
place
of
office
in
the
State
;
but
if
he
failed
,
he
was
then
to
receive
Martiall
Law
.
Lodo.
Strange
course
,
pick
Officers
out
of
Fellons
.
Iulio
.
'Tis
a
kind
of
Meslin
or
mingled
graine
still
.
How
much
of
the
poores
money
was
found
in
one
of
the
Churchwardens
purchase
last
day
?
Lod.
None
I
thinke
.
Iulio
.
How
many
theeves
horses
have
bin
watered
at
the
High
Constable
of
the
hundreds
watring
trough
within
this
tenne
yeares
?
Tom.
I
think
not
any
.
Julio
.
It
may
be
so
:
But
I
am
sure
,
I
have
heard
,
or
read
,
or
something
,
that
a
new
Chiefe
Justice
of
some
place
,
or
a
better
man
wo'd
not
ha
made
very
nice
to
bid
a
fat
purse
to
breakfast
with
him
if
he
light
upon
it
soundly
:
so
that
it
is
not
so
much
the
Art
to
know
,
as
the
government
to
dispose
:
that
quallifies
the
man
.
Lodo.
He
sayes
true
:
all
times
ha'
bin
guilty
of
good
fellowship
,
why
not
this
?
I
like
the
Leaguer
now
so
well
,
I
care
not
if
I
buy
a
place
of
command
in
it
my selfe
.
Julio
.
Why
now
you
come
to
me
,
That's
the
Pearle
I
ha'
div'd
for
all
this
while
:
I
have
a
catalogue
of
names
,
places
,
and
prizes
.
A
cup
of
entertainment
for
my
friend
.
Welcome
to
the
new
Leaguer
.
Lodo.
We'le
pledge
,
we'le
pledge
:
Victual'd
and
Win'd
already
?
Iulio
.
To
the
Society
at
the
Swan
two
pottles
and
a
halfe
:
Monkey
the
health
;
these
are
my
noble
&
prime
visitants
;
the
boxes
I
gave
you
to
lay
up
.
Lod.
How
now
Iulio
,
gold
?
Tom.
By
this
light
,
and
the
most
curious
.
Iul.
A
poore
Grannams
gift
gentlemen
:
300
peeces
,
or
such
a
taste
,
partly
induction
to
a
businesse
,
or
so
.
There's
a
Burdeaux
Merchant
in
Towne
now
,
would
lay
me
between
wind
and
water
this
twelve month
,
but
the
spite
is
,
I
am
tyed
not
to
part
with
this
gold
for
ever
:
if
I
knew
where
to
borrow
but
halfe
the
worth
on't
—
Lodw.
Halfe
the
worth
?
Ile
vow
to
lend
the
full
worth
,
If
that
will
pleasure
thee
.
Iulio
.
You
shall
keepe
the
gold
under
locke
and
key
for
your
pawne
.
Lod.
Thou
shalt
not
want
for
such
a
courtesie
to
doe
thee
good
:
Ime
glad
th'art
so
thriving
.
Tom.
Lock
up
the
boxe
,
and
keep
the
key
;
there's
the
full
summe
.
Iulio
.
To
a
Piece
I
assure
you
:
you
shall
see
else
agen
.
Lod.
No
more
,
no
more
trouble
:
Let
me
see
for
how
long
?
Iulio
.
Three
Moneths
,
not
a
day
longer
:
Nay
sooner
if
mony
chance
to
come
in
afore
:
I
have
offices
in
my
Leaguer
stand
upon
Fortunes
hill
.
'Vds
me
Signior
Stultissimo
promised
Me
a
courtesie
last
night
:
Monkey
.
Assure
thee
sweet
chuck
he'le
not
faile
thee
.
Iulio
.
I
believe
thee
without
an
oath
:
Make
my
friend
welcome
to
the
Leaguer
Monkey
:
As
soone
as
I
have
dispatch'd
my
voyage
To
the
Canaries
,
I
am
for
you
agen
Lads
.
Whor.
Gentlemen
,
who
can
read
?
Lod.
Who
cannot
?
Fub.
I
can
resolve
you
:
She
cannot
.
Lod.
What's
here
?
Opprobrious
Saint
,
and
most
Angellicke
fiend
,
Ere
I
begin
,
thus
doe
I
make
an
end
.
Lod.
I
should
have
beene
sorry
else
:
Nay
silence
,
or
the
Proclamation's
lost
.
And
if
thy
heart
be
not
patcht
up
in
Marble
,
Harke
how
my
pen
does
in
thy
prayses
warble
.
Val.
O
deare
Apollo
,
how
art
thou
abus'd
,
Is
there
more
?
Sweet
stinging
Waspe
,
and
well
conceited
Dove
;
For
beauty
nice
,
intituled
Queen
of
love
Of
me
;
Sir
reverence
;
that
doe's
thee
adore
;
Which
art
esteem'd
a
good
one
and
no
more
:
Let
reason
rule
thy
Amazonian
fist
,
Let
ladle
rude
be
thrown
at
hady
wist
,
So
shall
I
love
thee
,
take
it
for
no
fable
Better
then
well
,
and
more
then
I
am
able
.
Yours
despite
your
guts
.
S.
S.
Lod.
Asse
,
Asse
.
Val.
The
Authours
name
.
Lod.
Cannot
you
get
her
Signior
Stultissimo
?
Val.
O
,
lamentable
complaint
!
Lod.
As
ever
poore
man
heard
.
Whore
.
Will
he
take
no
warning
.
Val.
Is
this
a
Challenge
?
Lod.
Fie
no
,
they
are
too
violent
to
come
in
rime
.
Whore
.
Lodowick
,
is
not
this
your
practice
?
Lod.
Why
,
dost
thou
think
me
so
simple
,
so
ridiculous
.
Fub.
No
,
Ile
assure
you
,
It's
a
token
of
good
will
of
my
Masters
,
there's
no
brain
guilty
ont
but
his
own
:
if
you
like
it
you
may
,
and
you
will
not
,
the
laws
in
your
own
hands
,
you
may
choose
.
Whore
.
Good
Gentlemen
return
the
Carrier
.
Lod.
What
?
a
cuffe
or
a
knock
.
Fub.
Hee
has
penn'd
a
Song
too
,
which
I
should
have
tickled
,
if
I
had
not
been
hoarse
with
drinking
Flap-Dragons
last
night
.
Lod.
Whats
thy
name
?
Fub.
Fub
.
Lod.
Prethee
honest
Fub
,
tickle
thy selfe
out
of
our
companies
,
weele
be
Fubb'd
no
longer
.
Fub.
Will
not
you
be
Fubb'd
Sir
.
Lod.
Thou
knowest
my
resolution
.
Fub.
Nay
,
but
will
ye
not
indeed
?
Lod.
No
faith
.
Fub.
I
am
glad
I
know't
,
—
be
with
you
.
Exit
.
Lod.
Have
you
any
wine
ith'
house
?
Whore
.
Yes
dearest
.
Enter
Julio
.
Lod.
Come
,
a
pox
a
these
devices
,
hang
off
:
will
you
drink
Vallentius
?
Val.
Will
I
live
?
Lod.
Where's
the
Matron
?
Whore
.
The
Matron
,
Lord
,
you're
the
strangest
man
.
—
Lod.
Your
Matron
Grandum
,
what
will
you
have
it
,
your
Bawd
?
Whore
.
I
must
be
quiet
.
Val.
Nay
,
enter
,
enter
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Enter
Julio
,
very
brave
,
solus
.
Julio
.
The
easie
time
,
and
such
as
thrive
in
it
,
favour
my
wishes
,
the
ignorant
whose
sole
dependance
is
on
veritie
,
and
carry
conscience
in
their
timorous
brests
,
are
not
associates
meet
for
Iulio
.
Those
that
neere
knew
the
straine
of
Policie
,
nor
ayme
at
more
,
then
what
may
well
content
,
draw
not
my
length
,
the
way
to
prosper
,
the
directest
course
such
are
my
sore
necessities
,
is
to
get
liking
of
this
lovely
Maid
Franciscus
sister
,
bright
Phemone
,
the
Virgin's
modest
,
chast
,
and
debonaire
,
besides
her
brother's
rich
,
there
hang
my
hopes
,
but
shee
affects
not
mee
,
all
her
desires
are
on
young
Anthonios
,
rich
Arbaces
sonne
,
my
friend
(
suppos'd
)
at
least
,
but
that
is
breath
;
by
what
man
has
,
or
can
have
,
he's
my
foe
that
hinders
my
designe
,
where
hee
my
next
of
bloud
,
that
shall
he
finde
:
the
meane
to
purchase
what
I
reach
at
now
,
there
is
but
only
one
,
one
only
meane
that
can
supplant
him
,
here
it
lies
shall
doo't
,
were
hee
as
deare
in
estimation
as
Nisus
to
Eurialus
.
I
love
my selfe
,
I
count
him
still
most
wise
,
That
cares
not
who's
thrown
down
so
he
arise
.
Actus
secundus
.
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Franciscus
and
Julio
.
sound
Musick
.
Fran.
THou
hast
to
say
somthing
,
yet
nothing
I
hope
triviall
,
by
our
known
affection
I
beseech
thee
,
speak
what
thou
canst
.
Iulio
.
I
would
I
had
embraced
my
povertie
,
while
the
pale
Moone
has
residence
in
heaven
,
would
I
had
beene
deafe
.
Fran.
Whereto
tends
this
speech
if
I
thought
my
fault
,
or
any
ones
pertain'd
to
mee
,
through
wilfull
negligence
,
or
otherwise
,
to
breed
the
occasion
of
this
passionate
mood
,
I
should
condemne
the
cause
of
the
offence
,
and
deeme
my self
unhappy
.
Iulio
.
Can
heaven
suffer
it
?
Fran,
What
,
what
does
heaven
suffer
,
speak
my
Iulio
?
Iulio
.
Too
much
of
ill
.
Fran.
Let
me
know
that
ill
,
and
I
rest
satisfied
.
Iulio
.
Pray
no
more
,
the
malady
is
mortall
,
unsanctified
,
monstrous
.
Anthonio
is
there
such
a
man
?
Fran.
Many
that
weare
that
name
in
Italy
:
but
one
amongst
that
many
known
to
me
.
Iulio
.
Hate
all
the
name
.
Fran.
Pardon
Iulio
,
Ile
hate
my selfe
first
.
Julio
.
Anthonio
is
a
Villain
.
Fran,
Blot
not
the
reputation
of
his
youth
with
such
calumnie
,
he
is
no
way
such
,
but
as
unblemisht
,
as
the
snow
before
it
touch
the
Mountains
.
Iulio
.
He's
a
Villain
.
Fran.
Villain
never
had
so
faire
an
out-side
,
nor
yet
heart
so
just
as
that
he
carries
.
Iulio
.
He's
a
Villain
.
Fran.
I
have
some
businesse
at
the
Port
,
youle
sup
with
me
to night
.
Iulio
.
Doe
you
love
your selfe
,
do
you
love
honour
,
do
you
love
your
wife
?
Fran.
I
do
.
Iulio
.
Then
hate
that
Anthonio
.
Fran.
Give
me
to
understand
,
since
you
will
force
me
to
endure
your
report
,
wherein
hee's
culpable
,
or
does
deserve
these
ignominious
titles
.
Iulio
.
He
loves
not
you
.
Fran.
Tis
not
my
fault
.
Iulio
.
He
wrongs
your
sister
.
Fran.
Therein
,
he's
too
blame
.
Julio
.
He
loves
your
wife
.
Fran.
That
amends
,
quits
all
his
former
wrongs
.
Iulio
.
Can
you
beare
it
thus
,
wink
Vulcan
then
,
And
let
the
god
of
Warre
,
throw
up
her
skirts
agen
.
Fran.
How's
this
?
Julio
.
You
will
not
understand
;
Ile
speak
no
further
.
Fran.
Come
,
come
,
my
wife
is
honest
.
Julio
.
Yes
.
Fran.
If
she
be
,
tis
nothing
you
have
said
,
Ile
heare
no
more
;
begon
.
Julio
.
Will
you
list
a
word
,
Anthonio
wrongs
you
.
Fran.
Wrong
me
,
and
if
he
would
he
cannot
.
Julio
.
He
playes
the
Parasite
,
the
officious
Asse
to
vaile
his
sinne
.
Fran.
Would
I
might
understand
you
?
Iulio
.
The
Serpent
tempts
your
wife
,
these
eares
and
eyes
can
testifie
;
for
your
sister
,
she's
stale
:
his
excuse
,
whereby
hee
cloakes
his
vice
.
Fran.
I
wish
you
Iulio
,
to
know
what
you
speak
.
Iulio
.
I
am
not
mad
,
I
love
you
,
tis
my
love
,
you
are
my
father
.
Fran.
I
pray
be
advised
,
consider
what
you
do
?
speak
not
this
no
report
,
be
certain
;
do
not
abuse
my
patience
.
Tempt
my
wife
,
rent
earth
,
and
swallow
falshood
.
Iulio
.
Will
you
be
moved
Pernassus
,
the
two
topt
,
forked
Mount
?
Fran.
My
bloud
is
not
mine
own
,
I
want
command
of
all
that
now
obeyed
me
,
how
different
are
my
fits
?
I
am
now
a
congealed
,
kneaded
cake
of
ice
,
bound
from
all
motion
,
now
again
(
mee thinks
)
a
flaming
Iland
,
a
Vesuvius
Hill
,
meerly
combustion
.
Iulio
.
Forget
not
,
sir
,
your
patience
.
Fran.
Tell
me
of
patience
when
I
am
my selfe
:
how
did
he
tempt
her
,
how
did
she
accord
on
thy
reputation
?
Iulio
.
I
would
I
had
been
dumbe
?
Fran.
Hang
not
ith'
winde
,
(
delay
does
torture
)
answer
me
as
how
?
Iulio
.
Kinde
,
sir
,
recall
your
wonted
manhood
?
Fran.
Answer
me
how
.
Iulio
.
I
pray
pardon
me
.
Fran.
What
?
strike
and
cry
mercie
,
I
must
be
resolved
,
thou
hast
flung
me
ith'
fire
,
even
in
the
Oven
,
the
mouth
of
Aetna
,
nothing
thou
coulst
have
said
,
nothing
have
done
,
could
have
assured
like
torture
.
Iulio
.
Would
,
when
I
saw
him
kisse
her
,
crush
her
hand
,
wink
and
laugh
out
,
use
his
undecent
language
:
Fie
,
fie
.
Fran.
Cornelia
false
,
the
floud
may
come
agen
,
nothing
impossible
,
kisse
,
and
crush
hands
,
wink
,
wink
heaven
and
all
above
.
Iulio
.
Kind
,
sir
.
Fran.
Beare
witnesse
,
all
that
good
are
,
how
deare
,
how
deare
,
I
held
that
most
false
man
:
set
him
here
,
here
,
even
on
the
spire
and
pinacle
of
my
heart
;
my
life
was
his
,
and
all
that
I
call
mine
,
but
her
he
has
abused
?
Iulio
.
Deare
friend
,
do
not
forget
your
name
,
these
are
but
likelihoods
,
farre
from
the
thing
it selfe
,
and
say
he
be
a
Villaine
,
as
no
doubt
he's
little
better
in
his
rude
exposures
:
she
may
be
honest
.
Fran.
No
Julio
,
no
,
had
she
meant
well
,
She
would
have
warnd
me
of
his
foule
attempts
,
Said
such
,
and
so's
his
haviour
.
When
she
was
loyall
,
as
sure
one
shee
was
,
(
If
ever
any
was
)
no
accident
how
vaine
So
e're
it
seemed
,
but
she
a
woman
,
would
unfold
Her
sexe
,
and
say
'twas
thus
,
and
thus
.
Iulio
.
I
have
stroke
him
through
.
Fran.
Treble
abuse
:
Deflowred
my
wife
,
abused
me
,
Disgraced
my
sister
;
throwne
infamy
On
all
our
heads
at
once
:
What
beast
uncivill
bred
,
Amongst
carelesse
Monsters
(
but
thee
Antonio
)
Would
have
beene
kickt
on
to
that
damned
enterprise
?
That
I
had
patience
;
me thinks
thou
shouldst
not
Be
the
Villaine
yet
,
report
does
speake
thee
.
Iulio
.
Nay
gentle
friend
.
Fran.
Tis
true
,
'tis
true
.
Had
any
'twixt
the
North
and
Southerne
Pole
Spoke
these
words
but
hee
,
it
had
not
beene
,
And
he
had
falsely
lyed
.
This
is
a
Creature
I
have
rais'd
,
reviv'd
,
Snatch'd
from
destructions
teeth
,
Incorporated
to
me
,
so
deare
and
just
,
as
not
A
thing
in
all
the
world
can
be
more
truer
to
it selfe
And
certaine
:
but
his
modesty
conceales
it
,
Could
write
a
Volume
of
their
loath'd
designes
,
And
curse
the
stories
cause
.
O
false
Cornelia
!
Julio
.
Remember
what
you
are
.
Fran.
Remembrance
burst
!
There's
no
contemplation
,
nothing
what ere
can
Drive
the
thought
of
shame
out
of
my
mind
:
Would
I
had
never
knowne
discretion
,
Could
never
have
made
distinctions
of
persons
,
And
harmlesse
Creatures
;
hence
forth
be
ignorance
:
Mother
of
Nations
and
Vnderstanding
perish
:
Faire
,
foule
Cornelia
.
The
blue
fac'd
Occan
,
nor
her
fertile
wombe
,
that
yields
Vs
all
increase
,
nourishes
none
so
false
as
woman
:
Traytors
have
they
been
since
their
first
being
,
And
betray'd
poore
man
e're
he
beheld
himselfe
.
Cornelia
can
it
be
thou
art
a
Strumpet
?
Oh
,
oh
,
fury
finish
that
,
burnes
thee
to
Cynders
.
Exit
.
Iulio
.
Worke
on
,
worke
on
:
Fate
lifts
me
to
the
seat
of
my
desires
;
And
I
am
prosperous
and
happy
.
This
Devill
jealousie
,
my
present
friend
,
Cannot
at
least
but
quite
supplant
Anthonio
:
Besides
this
seeming
honesty
of
mine
,
begets
me
good
Opinion
of
Franscicus
,
as
shall
install
my
wish
;
All
addes
to
my
availe
:
what
need
I
curses
feare
For
the
debate
my
policy
shall
raise
betwixt
these
Turtles
?
I
hold
with
Machievel
,
for
fame
or
profit
To
breake
oath
or
league
with
friend
,
Or
Brother
:
there's
nothing
gainfull
bad
:
I
ha
my
wish
,
Advancement
now
Is
what
I
aime
at
,
present
glory
here
:
He's
true
religious
,
that
does
nothing
feare
.
Exit
.
Enter
Thomaso
,
Valentius
,
Lodwicks
,
Stultissimo
,
and
Fub.
Stult.
And
how
?
and
how
?
Was
it
not
patheticall
and
pretty
?
Val.
Y faith
I
never
heard
the
like
.
Lod.
Nor
I
.
Stult.
I
thanke
the
Muses
,
I
have
as
sharpe
a
conceite
of
mine
owne
when
I
list
.
Lod.
Sir
I
take
you
to
be
a
great
devourer
of
Verjuyce
.
Stult.
Now
and
then
;
but
'tis
not
altogether
that
;
every
one
has
his
gift
.
Val.
Tis
so
.
Stul.
Some
has
two
or
three
.
Lod.
You
say
true
Signior
,
some
has
twenty
:
for
which
they
may
thanke
impudency
and
the
art
of
begging
.
Stul.
The
art
of
begging
:
pray
you
how
long
has
begging
beene
an
art
?
Lod.
Ever
since
in
rid
in
a
foote-cloath
,
and
wore
the
badge
of
authority
.
Stult.
How
long's
that
agoe
?
Lod.
Ever
since
you
Grannams
daughter
had
a
Calfe
of
your
age
.
Stul.
Is't
possible
?
Lod.
Yes
,
and
will
continue
till
hee's
a
Bull
and
horne
mad
.
Stul.
Most
miraculous
:
would
I
were
mercinary
,
and
had
no
more
in
me
than
an
ordinary
man
:
Signior
,
I
crye
you
mercy
.
How
doe
you
since
you
powred
the
pottle
of
wine
in
my
neck
,
and
threw
the
pot
at
my
head
,
because
I
would
not
pay
my
part
o'th
shot
?
Tom.
Was
there
such
a
time
?
Stult.
Was
there
?
Why
have
you
forgot
how
you
kickt
me
,
and
I
crept
under
the
Table
:
Ile
be
sworne
this
Hip's
as
lame
ever
since
,
as
if
I
had
the
Cyatica
.
Fub.
Absurd
and
grosse
.
Vallen.
We
must
leave
you
Signior
.
Stul.
I
thanke
you
with
all
my
heart
:
I
am
going
to
the
foresaid
place
:
here's
my
servant
Fub
can
tell
you
if
I
lye
in
my
throat
.
Fub.
I
will
assure
you
he's
wandring
to
Pusse
,
or
as
a
man
would
say
,
to
deale
with
Mistris
Clariflora
.
Stul.
Yes
faith
am
I
:
she
beat
me
tother
day
,
and
I
am
now
going
to
make
her
amends
.
I
thinke
I
endure
more
beating
than
any
three
in
Venice
.
Fub.
Than
a
Stock-fish
.
Val.
'Tis
a
signe
you
are
offensive
.
Stul.
So
they
say
that
do't
.
Yester night
a
scurvy
boy
did
so
joule
my
head
and
the
wall
together
,
for
holding
opinion
that
Cheese
was
unwholsome
.
Val.
No
more
good
Signior
:
farewell
.
Stul.
At
your
service
:
Shall
we
expect
you
at
the
old
house
?
Exit
Stul.
&
Fub.
Val.
If
you
please
:
Have
you
heard
the
like
?
Tom.
These
are
Asses
so
tedious
—
Val.
They're
kin
to
Burs
,
they
will
not
off
with
shaking
.
Now
my
Thomaso
what
I
have
to
say
:
The
chiefe
occasion
made
me
summon
you
,
Is
to
entreate
your
knowledge
and
assistance
In
such
a
project
,
(
as
your selfe
set
by
)
and
him
that
must
Partake
in
the
attempt
,
Venice
in
Italy
Conceales
the
man
that
I
durst
credit
.
Tom.
Let
it
not
touch
confusion
of
the
State
,
Treason
,
and
Murther
:
whatsoe're
it
be
,
Command
my
will
and
sufferance
.
Val.
Defend
that
ever
I
should
be
such
:
Vallentius
never
had
so
foule
a
thought
,
To
infect
himselfe
,
and
others
.
Thus
,
in
briefe
,
I
love
a
woman
;
fairer
Than
her selfe
ne're
wore
the
Epethite
:
You
have
seene
her
sure
,
and
know
her
:
She's
wife
to
Vanderman
.
Tom.
Correma's
daughter
?
Val.
That
same
onely
wight
,
is
the
most
precious
Beauty
I
adore
,
and
would
faine
call
mine
own
.
Tom.
Knew
you
her
husband
?
Val.
By
his
name
,
no
further
;
By
that
knowledge
you
understand
his
course
.
Tom.
Yes
he's
a
Physitian
:
and
besides
,
What
else
report
speaks
of
him
.
Val.
Listen
then
my
purpose
,
The
severe
sir
,
whose
high
stretcht
phrases
Galls
the
eares
of
Patience
,
and
wisedom
would
fain
shun
,
Beares
such
a
jealous
and
observant
eye
Over
the
prey
I
aime
at
,
all
conference
is
debar'd
,
And
you
may
sooner
whisper
with
the
Saint
Argos
had
charge
of
,
than
converse
with
her
,
Vnseene
,
and
unsuspected
.
Tom.
Is
there
no
device
to
compasse
her
?
Val.
But
one
,
and
this
is
it
;
Your selfe
and
Lodwicke
(
harken
I
beseech
you
)
Shall
to
this
skilfull
Vanderman
present
me
As
one
distracted
:
nay
smile
anon
,
And
with
a
kinde
of
sober
modesty
,
as
if
you
list
you
can
,
Report
some
probable
possibility
,
how
And
which
way
I
got
my
extasie
:
Let
me
alone
to
make
your
words
seeme
truth
,
And
so
possesse
my
prating
Mountebanke
,
That
he
shall
say
and
sweare
I'me
mad
at
least
.
If
not
past
all
recovery
.
Tom.
Will
this
doe
?
Val.
This
,
or
none
.
Tom.
Then
none
.
Why
this
is
the
shallowest
,
indirectest
course
to
win
a
woman
that
ever
was
compos'd
,
in
my
opinion
.
Val.
In
your
opinion
:
why
sir
?
Tom.
Why
,
hope
you
to
gaine
her
thus
with
a
mad
fit
:
marke
the
event
,
this
is
a
course
as
wide
:
Are
you
so
simple
to
imagine
,
she
a
timerous
woman
,
will
endure
your
presence
,
seeming
possest
?
for
shame
believe
it
not
,
invent
some
other
meanes
.
Lodw.
I
verily
thinke
so
too
,
but
he
will
never
bee
perswaded
.
Tom.
This
were
a
way
to
scare
her
,
and
to
make
her
shun
you
.
Lodw.
Leav't
off
,
leav't
off
,
and
study
some
other
new
passage
.
Tom.
Doe
,
doe
;
this
is
the
grossest
:
fie
Vallentius
:
Lodw.
Come
,
you
shall
pardon
him
once
:
wee
all
misse
sometimes
.
Val.
Good
gallants
doe
not
ride
me
,
lest
I
gall
you
:
Ile
assure
you
I
trot
hard
:
why
my
brace
of
conceits
,
my
wits
;
what
does
your
abundance
of
wit
runne
at
waste
:
for
shame
,
have
you
so
poore
a
braine
,
and
you
my
most
exquisite
excellent
,
for
shame
take
off
your
spectacles
and
see
better
:
are
you
such
a
dunce
:
are
you
so
rare
a
Coxcombe
,
to
deeme
I
will
appeare
alwaies
the
same
:
are
you
the
men
you
promist
?
will
you
be
Masters
of
your
words
and
oaths
,
tender
your
vow'd
assistances
?
Lodw.
I
am
Lodwicke
still
.
Tom.
And
I
Tomaso
.
Val.
Continue
so
:
what
shall
redound
upon
this
adventure
,
falls
upon
my
head
,
be
it
no
shame
to
yours
:
onely
preferment
and
your
smooth
apologies
.
Lod.
Leave
that
to
us
.
Tom.
But
can
you
act
the
mad-man
bravely
?
Val.
Tut
,
I
have
play'd
Ajax
,
and
perform'd
the
part
wel
,
to
make
boast
of
imitation
,
better
than
he
that
Lucian
writes
of
,
who
so
digested
what
he
plaid
,
that
he
run
mad
indeed
.
Tom.
Can
you
do't
?
Val.
So
well
,
as
Aesop
could
discharge
his
Scene
,
whereby
he
won
most
laud
.
Lod.
This
praise
were
well
in
me
.
Val.
Mistrust
not
my
behaviour
,
and
if
it
prove
not
correspondent
to
my
word
,
thinke
me
an
idle
vanter
,
and
no
meet
associate
for
you
.
Tom.
When
put
we
this
in
practice
?
Val.
There's
no
deferring
weekes
,
nor
dayes
,
this
houre
,
this
very
evening
does
my
fit
begin
.
Lod.
Shall
we
about
it
then
?
Val.
What
else
,
what
else
?
Remember
gentlemen
you
fall
not
upon
the
scandall
of
Ignorance
:
but
in
any
case
keep
your
countenances
.
Lodw.
Make
no
doubt
of
that
.
Val.
Come
then
,
and
fortune
friend
us
.
Exeunt
omnes
Enter
Francisco
,
and
Antonio
,
as
in
a
Grove
.
Fran.
Draw
your
sword
.
Ant.
'Gainst
whom
?
Fran.
'Gainst
me
.
Ant.
'Gainst
any
living
man
thats
your
enemy
:
What
ailes
my
deare
Francisco
?
By
your
face
you
should
not
be
in
health
.
Fran.
Draw
your
sword
.
Ant.
What
meane
you
?
Fran.
Draw
your
sword
.
Ant.
'Gainst
you
never
in
anger
:
Are
you
well
Franciscus
?
me thinkes
your
cheeke
Carries
a
paler
hue
than
wont
to
be
his
Livery
.
Fran.
I
must
fight
with
you
.
Ant.
With
me
.
Fran.
With
thee
perfideous
monster
,
with
thee
thou
Iudas
.
Ant.
Are
you
your selfe
?
Fran.
Thou
hast
abused
me
,
wronged
me
.
Ant.
I
wrong'd
and
abus'd
you
?
Franciscus
,
can
you
think
so
of
me
?
Fran.
Doe
not
enquire
;
yonder
he
sits
knowes
all
:
Look
yonder
,
thou
art
to
him
transparent
,
and
seen
through
,
As
easie
as
the
aire
:
doe
not
cloak
thy
vice
,
doe
not
:
See'st
thou
this
?
see'st
thou
the
place
we
tread
on
?
Marke
my
speech
,
one
of
us
twaine
,
or
both
(
never
start
)
On
this
cold
earth
,
this
very
Champion
,
shall
Offer
up
a
crimson
sacrifice
of
his
most
precious
blood
:
For
that
cause
drew
I
to
this
silent
shade
,
Remote
from
all
suspition
,
where
Revenge
might
glut
with
satisfaction
:
Draw
thy
sword
,
or
else
thou
never
shalt
.
Ant.
Did
not
my
love
prohibit
,
Thinke
,
Francisco
,
I
could
not
be
a
Coward
,
Nor
endure
the
opprobrious
taunts
the
malice
Of
your
heart
has
made
your
tongue
throw
on
me
;
Why
I
know
not
:
believe
me
,
and
receive
it
for
a
truth
,
Were
you
some
other
,
in
this
wide
vast
world
,
And
not
Franciscus
,
you
had
beene
a
dogge
That
I
had
kickt
long
since
;
but
you
are
my
friend
,
And
my
disgrace
is
buried
:
yet
if
you
carry
honour
In
your
breast
,
and
beare
your
wonted
venerable
mind
,
Make
me
to
understand
from
whence
,
or
why
your
Comminations
&
undecent
language
point
thus
at
me
alone
?
Fran.
Will
you
draw
?
Ant.
Do
you
thirst
for
bloud
?
if
so
,
and
mine
,
hide
to
the
hilts
your
naked
instrument
,
my
bosome
is
your
mark
:
thrust
home
and
take
your
fill
.
Fran.
Will
you
draw
?
Ant.
You
had
mine
answer
,
never
,
never
.
Fran.
Do
you
not
love
my
wife
?
Ant.
Yes
,
by
Heaven
.
Fran.
Confesse
,
ô
impudence
!
my
wrong
cryes
out
,
no
more
expostulation
,
remember
Iulio
.
Ant.
Wherefore
him
,
he
is
a
Toad
more
virulent
,
oh
,
oh
!
Fran.
Bathe
there
,
adulterate
fiend
,
and
thy
red
drops
wash
off
thy
guilty
stains
.
Enter
Hermite
and
Shepheard
.
Ant.
Oh
,
some
charitable
creature
!
Francisco
,
dear
Francisco
.
Exit
.
No
pittie
,
no
remorse
,
I
bleed
,
and
much
effusion
robs
me
of
my
breath
,
something
of
sence
relieve
me
,
help
,
ô
help
.
Shep.
That
dying
tune
,
was
sure
a
mans
,
where
art
thou
friend
,
speak
thou
that
cryd'st
for
help
,
if
thou
wouldst
have
thy
wish
,
speak
once
again
:
where
art
thou
?
Ant.
Here
.
Shep.
To
one
in
thy
case
could
I
nere
lesse
wish
,
then
health
and
mercy
,
how
fare
you
sir
?
Ant.
Oh!
Oh!
Shep.
His
utterance
is
decayed
,
and
life
begins
to
creep
out
of
his
wounds
:
let
me
see
,
so
many
,
and
so
mortall
!
can
I
but
stay
the
course
I
wish
no
more
:
have
I
nothing
left
,
to
stay
this
passage
:
well
,
yet
still
hee
breathes
,
that
I
had
here
some
help
.
Thy
aid
Omnipotent
,
yet
his
pulses
beat
,
life
is
not
quite
discharged
,
—
no
succour
!
keep
he
but
motion
,
till
I
can
beare
him
to
my
Cell
,
I
doubt
not
,
his
recovery
:
this
winde
,
this
winde
,
that
my
Balmes
were
here
:
for
my
youthfull
dayes
heaven
lend
ability
.
Exit
.
He
carries
him
off
.
Enter
Crissippus
,
Tomaso
,
Lod
wick
,
Iulio
,
Cornelia
,
and
Phemone
.
Cris.
Run
to
all
brief
confusion
.
Lod.
Good
,
sir
,
be
pacified
.
Cris.
Even
in
the
pride
,
and
noon
time
of
his
fortunes
,
brought
to
destruction
thus
:
a
milder
,
better
tempered
Gentleman
,
Venice
nor
Europe
yielded
;
his
knowledge
made
me
proude
,
and
I
was
rich
in
his
adoption
.
Corn.
O
my
Franciscus
,
ô
my
gentle
Lord
!
Phe.
My
brother
,
my
deare
brother
.
Cris.
My
sonne
,
my
sonne
,
so
noble
,
valiant
,
wise
,
dearer
to
me
then
him
I
call
mine
owne
by
true
succession
,
doe
you
weep
?
Iulio
.
I
am
not
blest
,
all
things
doe
sort
contrary
;
'twill
not
do
,
my
projects
thrive
not
,
would
I
had
been
silent
,
wee
know
the
first
,
but
not
the
last
,
I
begin
to
perceive
our
policies
of
times
whets
the
Axe
,
cuts
off
our
own
necks
;
I
have
and
one
my selfe
,
that
it
should
come
to
this
,
wee
seeke
to
mend
so
long
,
that
we
marre
all
:
for
mine
own
part
,
would
I
could
have
been
content
:
but
who
would
have
dreamt
the
course
would
have
proved
so
violent
:
well
this
I
am
sure
on
,
I
may
starve
ere
I
get
such
another
friend
.
Tom.
Sister
,
if
it
be
true
,
as
so
the
rumour
goes
,
you
have
playd
false
,
and
wronged
your
dearest
friend
:
you
are
not
worthy
such
another
man
,
you
sole
Queene
of
Africk
;
had
you
to
live
as
many
ample
yeares
as
our
first
fathers
,
or
their
ages
thrice
:
you
might
spend
all
those
tedious
houses
twice
told
,
ere
you
finde
a
Mate
so
worthy
,
were
you
equivalent
,
in
birth
and
beauty
,
and
had
no
paralell
:
Neptunes
gems
to
boot
,
you
want
worth
and
excellencie
both
,
to
weigh
down
his
demerit
;
Vertue
and
Honour
stampt
him
for
their
own
,
at
his
first
being
,
and
the
Graces
strove
to
increase
his
plenitude
.
More
perfection
then
he
has
,
hee
needs
not
,
where
ere
he's
betook
.
Corn.
Somthing
that's
mighty
,
stain
me
Leopard
like
,
if
ere
I
gave
offence
.
Iulio
.
I
should
be
loath
to
wish
so
.
Cris.
Not
you
offend
?
look
here
,
This
letter
left
he
as
a
testimony
,
Who
is
there
here
'mongst
all
this
company
,
That
knew
Franciscus
,
knew
not
he
affected
,
And
highly
priz'd
the
slain
Antonio
?
What
could
have
rais'd
such
deadly
enmity
?
But
this
,
but
this
,
thou
strumpet
,
Between
such
twinlike
friends
?
Thy
misdemeanour
,
thy
approved
falsnesse
;
Which
too
,
too
well
he
knew
,
Thou
hast
und
one
him
,
Fled
he
is
and
gone
;
His
goods
already
seiz'd
are
for
the
State
:
And
die
he
shall
if
ever
he
be
took
,
Oh
,
fie
upon
thee
my
perpetuall
shame
!
Corn.
Can
you
this
behold
,
you
upright
Justices
?
Cris.
Thou
art
not
mine
,
I
here
deny
thy
claime
,
And
warn
thee
hence-forth
,
Come
not
neere
my
roofe
:
Pine
,
starve
and
die
,
reliefe
and
comfort
Never
more
expect
from
him
that
was
thy
father
.
Iulio
.
'Tis
nothing
I
see
,
to
work
the
dissolution
of
a
house
,
How
easily
this
is
done
?
Cris.
I
must
weep
,
to
deeme
I
should
be
forc'd
to
be
so
cruell
;
More
I
have
to
say
,
if
teares
would
let
me
;
(
Me thinks
)
I
could
both
kisse
and
curse
her
:
If
she
be
wrong'd
,
and
through
some
make-strife
,
These
foule
ills
prove
a
greater
plague
,
Then
fell
in
Egypt
,
light
on
the
Authors
head
,
The
maws
of
Dogs
be
his
Tombe
:
Help
me
to
curse
him
Iulio
.
Iulio
.
Ten
thousand
swords
strook
me
together
.
Lod.
Liv'd
there
such
a
wretch
,
And
that
I
knew
him
,
Let
my
faith
not
save
me
,
But
I
would
teare
the
Viper
with
my
teeth
,
And
like
a
rude
and
savage
Caniball
,
Eate
out
his
treacherous
heart
.
Iulio
.
Now
the
foule
Devill
,
stuffe
thy
glutnous
paunch
,
I
am
no
viand
for
thee
?
Lod.
Who's
this
comes
here
,
Arbaces
?
Enter
Arbaces
,
with
two
or
three
Gentlemen
.
Arba.
Disgrace
and
woe
smite
all
this
company
,
and
make
them
feele
my
griefe
.
Cris.
Disgrace
,
contagion
,
and
what
can
be
worse
,
Smite
thee
and
all
thy
tribe
.
Arba.
Undone
,
undone
,
where
is
Anthonio
?
Where's
my
sonne
Crisippus
?
Cris.
Answer
thine
own
words
;
Where's
mine
Arbaces
?
Arba.
Where
such
a
Villain
—
And
fell
murtherer
should
.
Lod.
More
charity
for
shame
.
Cris.
Sorrow
gripe
my
heart
till
it
be
bloud
lesse
,
But
what
thou
speak'st
is
false
:
A
more
slanderous
lye
never
left
the
lips
of
any
.
Arba.
Lye
?
1
Gent.
Sir
,
be
perswaded
.
Cris.
Tell
not
me
,
Ile
prove
it
on
him
,
Arbaces
,
boy
—
Arba.
That
we
were
alone
.
Lod.
Well
said
,
old
Lad
.
Arba.
Shew
thy self
a
man
,
meet
me
to morrow
.
Lod.
Good
,
sir
,
forbeare
.
Cris.
Not
meet
him
.
1
Gent.
Will
you
be
entreated
?
Cris.
Give
me
leave
.
Lod.
Will
you
be
pacified
?
Cris.
Meet
thee
,
yes
I
will
meet
thee
;
I
dare
meet
a
man
:
Arbaces
thou
shalt
finde
it
.
Arba.
Come
,
you
are
a
prater
.
Cris.
Prate
;
ye
shall
heare
from
me
.
Toma.
With
reverence
of
your
age
,
good
sir
,
You
want
of
that
discretion
and
stayd
judgement
;
Your
yeares
and
place
requires
:
It
is
not
well
,
One
of
your
reputation
and
report
,
Should
so
forget
your self
:
to
be
plain
,
You
lack
advice
;
and
this
same
cavillation
,
Meerly
provok'd
by
you
.
Proclaymes
a
loud
your
inconsiderate
folly
.
Arba.
Sir
,
sir
;
check
your
own
:
—
You
never
lost
a
sonne
,
and
cannot
Ayme
at
my
affections
and
paternall
care
:
You
have
undone
me
—
Robb'd
me
of
my
joy
.
Toma.
You
are
not
right
considerate
,
Who
has
undone
you
sir
?
Arba.
You
,
you
,
and
shee
,
and
every
one
of
you
;
The
punishment
for
murder
fall
on
all
your
heads
,
And
blast
your
terrene
hopes
:
Cruell
,
cruell
,
butchery
.
Wast
not
sufficient
that
he
took
his
life
,
As
by
his
own
confession
:
Undid
his
wofull
mother
and
my self
,
But
he
must
practice
more
Immanly
,
more
dire
austerity
;
Throwing
his
breathlesse
trunk
In
some
obscure
night-shaded
Mansion
,
A
prey
for
ravenous
beasts
;
Where
never
eye
of
creature
rationall
,
Shall
more
behold
him
:
unchristian
part
,
If
there
be
justice
,
above
or
here
;
As
certainly
there's
both
:
Ile
petition
,
My
lowd
complaints
shall
pierce
both
sides
o'the
globe
,
And
strike
a
sorrow
in
the
rudest
thing
,
Nature
for
mans
use
moulded
:
O!
my
Antonio
?
my
joy
,
my
life
;
My
deare
,
my
deare
Antonio
.
Exit
.
Lod.
There's
cause
for
this
.
Cris.
Sure
,
sure
,
how
fond
was
I
That
could
not
weigh
this
before
;
Having
his
proper
cause
,
If
for
some
not
slaughtred
,
Nor
mine
own
,
but
by
selection
,
I
could
sigh
my
age
,
shed
flouds
of
teares
,
Meet
dangers
in
my
shirt
,
bid
conquering
Death
defiance
,
if
all
this
and
more
I
durst
attempt
,
For
one
no
otherwise
,
then
mine
by
law
;
Needs
must
he
rave
past
rules
of
Manhood
,
And
forget
all
precepts
that
support
his
suffrance
:
See
you
this
?
What
think
you
of
your self
?
Have
you
not
done
well
?
account
thou
scandall
,
That
like
the
Whore
of
Greece
,
Was
teem'd
for
mans
destruction
;
Thy
sin
upon
thy self
,
my
doore
is
shut
;
That
hospitality
I
shew
a
stranger
,
Shall
be
restrained
from
thee
.
Corn.
Most
courteous
sir
,
—
expect
more
.
Cris.
Keep
your
Orisons
to
charm
relenting
beggers
.
Such
in
need
,
as
may
thy
wants
relieve
;
Or
at
least
sympathy
thy
mournfull
tale
,
When
fierce
distresse
smiles
,
Expect
more
comfort
from
the
blustring
North
,
When
he
does
blow
the
highest
Acorn
head
Down
to
the
Medow
,
and
there
dips
his
cup
;
Then
least
relief
from
me
,
for
thee
;
For
thee
chast
Maid
,
all
benisons
,
And
goodnesse
,
that
I
can
,
command
and
have
.
Phe.
Your
liberality
was
ever
such
,
As
merits
more
then
thanks
;
yet
thus
far
,
Truth
emboldens
me
to
say
you
are
too
cruell
kinde
,
Not
all
the
proofs
,
What ere
incenst
my
brother
to
his
rage
;
Can
wean
me
to
that
vain
opinion
,
To
think
it
her
desert
:
I
dare
protest
for
her
,
No
perswasion
can
drive
belief
in
me
,
To
call
Antonio
false
;
if
you
prove
so
cruell
,
So
unnaturall
as
you
speak
,
there
is
no
pitty
in
you
:
Nor
are
you
such
as
a
father
ought
to
be
,
Thrust
her
out
,
then
turn
me
off
;
If
you
supplant
one
,
you
extirp
us
both
,
And
her
extreams
are
mine
.
Cris.
Since
you
disdain
my
proffer'd
courtesie
,
Together
shelter
your
necessities
;
Take
up
your
habour
with
the
hardy
beast
;
These
gates
are
lockt
to
her
and
her
relievers
Hence-forth
I
will
forget
her
,
Blot
her
name
forth
of
the
Bed
roule
Where
my
children
stand
,
And
vow
I
had
none
such
:
Hence
,
hence
,
thou
scandall
.
Exit
.
Cor.
Thus
guilt
lesse
ones
,
suffer
the
guilties
blame
,
While
they
triumph
in
fraude
,
thus
the
strict
Judge
Condemnes
th'innocent
for
the
thieves
offence
;
Whilst
partiality
allows
his
wrong
,
And
greatnesse
makes
it
good
;
Will
equity
never
take
place
again
?
Has
trust
left
swaying
here
?
that
I
but
knew
my
crime
:
Or
that
Francisco
but
beheld
my
heart
!
Let
mine
eyes
rain
a
river
of
salt
drops
,
And
my
tears
drown
me
,
if
any
foule
sin
of
mine
,
Deserve
Franciscoes
hate
:
I
had
rather
heaven
had
made
me
any
thing
,
Then
one
so
much
unhappy
,
When
ere
thou
bidest
on
the
plenteous
shore
,
Or
labouring
floud
,
Prosperity
adhere
to
thy
proceedings
,
And
fame
conclude
thy
deeds
,
For
me
despised
,
such
be
my
fortune
as
my
loyalty
,
And
I
request
no
more
,
My
sweet
,
my
sweet
Francisco
.
Exit
.
Phe.
Heaven
do
thee
right
.
Lod.
And
if
thou
beest
not
honest
,
There's
neither
pride
nor
coozenage
in
this
Citie
:
If
every
conscience
were
well
searcht
,
And
you
did
not
finde
Some
dainty
fine
conceited
Rogue
Has
been
tempering
,
Let
me
return
to
my
Cradle
,
And
be
hang'd
in
my
swadling
clouts
.
Actus
tertius
.
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Vallentius
,
and
Doctors
Wife
,
Lodowick
,
Tomaso
,
and
Julio
.
sound
Musick
.
Tomaso
.
THink
you
it
so
?
Lod.
Yes
,
and
verily
believe't
.
Toma.
Tis
strangly
carried
.
Lod.
Mark
the
end
,
marke
the
end
;
Why
do
you
sigh
,
Signior
?
Are
you
troubled
with
the
Crampe
?
Toma.
O
,
blame
him
not
,
he
has
good
cause
to
sigh
,
Francisco
set
by
him
precious
:
How
fare
you
,
Signior
?
Iulio
.
Never
worse
,
my
Friend's
undone
.
Lod.
I
,
a
mischiefe
and
a
vengeance
oth'
cause
,
by
this
sword
,
nay
,
feare
not
man
,
I
am
not
angry
,
and
I
could
not
judge
,
well
,
I
say
no
more
:
but
if
hee
did
not
walke
on
Stilts
,
I
do
detest
eating
and
drinking
,
and
those
are
two
necessaries
,
a
man
can
hardly
live
well
without
them
.
Toma.
The
very
Paragon
,
mirrour
of
the
time
.
Lod.
If
I
could
not
have
wept
when
I
beheld
her
,
and
that
was
more
then
I
did
at
the
death
of
my
father
,
I
have
no
beliefe
in
me
.
Toma.
Who
but
she
,
the
wonder
of
our
age
.
Lod.
No
more
words
,
mark
the
end
,
marke
the
end
;
I
say
,
still
mark
the
end
.
Toma.
I
must
leave
you
.
Lod.
Not
as
the
wench
left
the
Frenchman
in
the
suds
,
there's
neither
mettle
nor
society
in
thee
;
if
thou
abandon'st
my
company
,
till
we
have
visited
Valentius
.
Toma.
I
wonder
how
he
speeds
?
Lod.
Did
he
not
act
the
madman
to
the
life
,
was't
not
wel
?
could
ever
a
Dunsticall
Doctor
in
this
Towne
,
have
pickt
falshood
out
of
his
behaviour
:
he
was
so
mutable
,
so
full
of
varying
tricks
(
me thinks
)
I
see
him
yet
.
Toma.
Defer
your
visitation
till
to morrow
,
or
late
sometime
to night
:
I
am
yet
unfit
,
this
sudden
trouble
has
made
me
not
my selfe
.
Lod.
Nay
,
you
must
goe
;
I
have
sworne
you
shall
,
and
(
that
presently
.
Toma.
I
pray
you
pardon
me
,
Lod.
I
will
not
be
deny'd
,
refuse
me
now
and
ever
.
Toma.
Youle
have
your
humour
still
?
Lod.
What
,
eschew
acquaintanceship
?
forget
,
After
my
most
hearty
commendations
,
my
very
trusty
friend
,
'Twere
sin
and
shame
Tomaso
.
Toma.
But
some
other
time
.
Lod.
This
time
,
sometime
,
other
times
,
and
all
times
,
this
day
,
yesterstay
,
tother
day
,
and
every
day
;
no
houre
amisse
,
march
on
,
march
on
.
Exit
.
Julio
.
I
could
launch
my
Dagger
through
my
side
,
at
one
easie
throw
:
begger
my
friend
;
subvert
mine
owne
estate
,
and
undo
her
,
by
whom
I
hope
to
climbe
,
accursed
,
brainles
slave
:
could
the
damn'd
Devill
with
all
his
fire-brands
,
beat
into
my
pate
no
sounder
subtilty
.
I
had
,
I
had
reliefe
,
Foole
vaunt
of
that
?
boast
what
thou
hadst
?
or
might
have
?
tis
past
,
'tis
gone
,
my
villaine
selfe
,
confounded
has
my selfe
,
and
him
that
did
sustaine
me
:
What
choaks
Corne
sooner
than
side-fed
weeds
,
Who
ofter
does
man
wrong
than
he
afeeds
:
Let
me
ponder
;
have
I
no
other
invention
?
No
trick
to
take
away
my
life
,
after
my
meanes
:
Study
upon't
,
I'me
strooke
upon
a
sand
,
Swallow'd
,
devowr'd
,
through
wilfull
ignorance
,
Never
to
rise
againe
:
'tis
a
villaines
cast
,
First
to
sinke
others
,
them
himselfe
at
last
.
Enter
Valentius
and
Doctors
wife
.
Val.
You
cannot
blame
me
neither
:
For
love
himselfe
undertooke
more
for
love
;
Had
you
been
tangled
in
a
Labyrinth
more
intricate
Than
held
the
Minataure
,
or
have
beene
By
Inchantments
bound
to
servitude
,
My
life's
adventure
had
my
love
exprest
,
And
offered
the
release
.
Doct.
wife
.
Our
plighted
amities
will
dwell
in
me
While
life
endures
;
the
many
winters
,
&
the
tedious
hours
We
two
have
spent
alone
,
alone
Vallentius
,
When
nothing
but
what
was
not
fit
the
Sunne
Should
look
upon
,
—
Alacke
my
Husband
.
Enter
Doctor
,
Thomaso
,
Lod
wicke
,
Stultissimo
,
and
Fub.
Val.
It
must
not
be
denyed
,
Ile
maintaine't
before
the
Synod
,
here's
my
witnesse
:
was't
not
well
done
of
brave
Caligula
to
make
his
horse
a
Senator
?
deny't
,
deny't
,
would
not
a
good
horse
shew
well
among
a
teame
of
Asses
:
ha
,
what
thinke
you
:
give
me
another
sword
:
O
noble
Hector
,
looke
,
Achilles
flyes
,
and
bloody
Pyrrhus
shrinkes
.
Tom.
Alas
,
alas
.
Val.
What
newes
,
what
newes
?
Stul.
Gentlemen
he
takes
me
for
a
Carrier
:
You
are
deceived
sir
,
I
am
not
the
party
.
Val.
Will
Pluto
keep
his
word
,
shall
all
extortioners
,
engrocers
,
usurers
,
be
finely
damn'd
,
of
what
kind
soe're
?
will
he
spare
none
?
Lod.
Wondrously
spent
.
Val.
Let
me
see
,
let
me
see
,
the
sonne
of
Panace
,
a
sprightly
Lad
;
Hercules
,
a
lusty
youth
,
a
very
lusty
youth
;
Sampson
,
a
tall
young
man
,
a
very
tall
young
man
.
Lod.
Does
he
not
do't
well
?
Val.
Ile
make
thee
proov't
,
Ile
make
thee
proov't
.
Fub.
I
thinke
you
are
mad
:
What
shall
I
prove
?
Val.
Why
greatest
generalls
,
that
command
whole
Legions
,
and
traine
,
and
keepe
in
order
every
man
,
cannot
keepe
in
a
woman
.
Fub.
That's
an
easie
question
,
because
most
of
them
get
Follies
wings
,
and
grow
so
light
there's
no
ho
with
them
:
they
must
flye
out
.
Val.
Hang
them
,
they
are
naught
all
:
Tell
not
me
learned
Ovidius
Naso
,
what's
your
name
.
Doct.
Good
sir
.
Val.
That
bloody
villaine
:
Treason
gentlemen
,
call
up
a
Guard
,
the
traytor's
discovered
:
binde
him
sure
,
sure
:
are
you
tooke
napping
sirrah
:
Downe
with
him
,
downe
with
him
,
downe
.
Doct.
Helpe
,
helpe
,
helpe
Gentlemen
.
Vallentius
beates
him
in
,
the
gentlemen
would
come
between
.
Exit
all
but
the
Doctors
wife
.
Fub.
I
doe
not
like
this
.
Fub
goes
off
another
way
.
Enter
Valentius
againe
,
and
kisses
her
.
Val.
Now
my
sweet
I
have
sent
him
off
in
post
,
Let
us
retire
the
while
.
Who
in
affection
will
not
his
wits
prove
,
Was
never
loyall
,
nor
did
ever
love
.
Enter
Doctor
.
Doct.
Past
,
past
cure
,
I
doubt
.
Give
me
leave
,
I
finde
by
my
Art
'tis
no
Vertiga
,
no
whirling
,
but
a
meere
setled
frenzy
:
Nay
I
pray
you
give
me
leave
:
for
as
both
Hypocrates
,
and
Gallen
,
Avicen
,
Podalirius
,
Rucis
,
Cornelius
,
Celsus
,
Corannus
,
Augustino
,
and
Rombart
,
doe
you
conceive
mee
?
besides
a
dozen
or
two
of
English-men
,
most
learned
and
worthy
physitians
(
if
I
knew
what
they
were
)
have
demonstrated
paraphrastically
,
both
it
and
the
cause
,
styling
the
malady
the
digestion
of
the
braine
,
or
Irrevocabilis
ignis
,
the
irrevocable
fire
:
Nay
,
will
you
understand
me
?
Lod.
Would
we
could
.
Doct.
I
pray
you
give
me
leave
.
Tom.
Who
hinders
him
?
Stul.
Sir
if
you
can
speake
our
tongue
,
I
would
very
faine
be
beholding
to
you
.
Doct.
Art
thou
mad
?
Stul.
Not
altogether
mad
,
though
I
confesse
I
have
beene
prickt
with
the
thornes
of
Love
:
I
have
beene
over
shooes
in
my
dayes
.
Doct.
Avoydance
,
for
charity
avoydance
.
Stul.
Yes
marry
shall
you
:
I
would
desire
you
to
helpe
me
to
a
pill
,
or
a
potion
that
could
make
one
honest
,
that
I
doubt
is
a
little
gone
astray
.
Doct.
Avaunt
,
avaunt
.
Stult.
No
sir
,
she
is
none
of
my
naunts
:
shee's
one
that
must
be
my
wife
.
Doct.
Turbulant
fiend
:
avaunt
,
avaunt
I
charge
thee
.
Stul.
I
would
have
it
applyed
sir
.
Doct.
Illiterate
dunce
,
abandon
my
house
,
avaunt
I
say
againe
.
Stul.
Nay
,
I
pray
you
be
quiet
,
for
though
I
have
endured
many
hard
words
at
your
hands
,
I
shall
hardly
brooke
blowes
.
Enter
Fub.
Fub.
Good
gentlemen
give
me
leave
to
laugh
:
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
the
Doctors
wife
,
and
the
Mad-man
:
the
mad-man
,
and
the
Doctors
wife
.
Lod.
Why
,
what's
the
matter
?
Fub.
Why
sir
,
the
fits
upon
him
,
and
he's
upon
her
,
and
younder's
such
sport
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Doct.
Fire
and
Thunder
.
Exit
.
Fub.
Runne
:
ware
hornes
.
Tom.
Is
this
true
sirrah
?
Fub.
Follow
the
Doctor
,
believe
your
eyes
.
Lod.
Beware
the
trap
Valentius
.
Tom.
Pray
heaven
he
be
not
tane
with
nibbing
.
Lod.
Why
are
you
melancholy
Signior
?
Stul.
Faith
sir
I' me
troubled
with
cornes
,
and
ever
against
raine
they
make
me
so
melancholy
—
Lod.
Is
that
it
,
for
the
thing
you
spake
on
,
you
shall
not
be
beholding
to
the
scald
peremptory
Doctor
:
Come
to
my
Chamber
anon
,
and
Ile
give
you
a
powder
shall
fulfill
your
request
,
as
well
as
all
the
potions
or
Pills
he
can
devise
.
Stult.
Nay
,
but
will
you
be
constant
.
Lod.
Say
no
more
:
Stul.
And
you
doe
take
my
word
,
while
I
live
:
She
and
I
will
be
at
your
service
:
when
shall
I
come
for't
?
Lod
Any
time
after noone
.
Will
you
walk
Tomaso
?
Stul.
This
is
good
newes
with
all
my
heart
:
Fub
we
are
all
made
;
thou
shalt
have
a
new
Livery
out
of
the
bargaine
.
Fub.
I
thanke
you
sir
,
I
would
I
had
it
.
Stul.
Thou
shalt
,
thats
as
good
:
would
I
were
whipt
but
I
could
be
monstrous
merry
now
.
Fub.
No
I
pray
you
bee
not
monstrous
merry
till
you
are
married
.
Stul.
Ile
goe
give
thee
a
pottle
of
Sack
.
The
Taverne
Sceane
.
And
ever
he
gave
her
a
bob
,
And
ever
he
gave
her
a
blow
:
But
where
he
knockt
her
once
above
,
He
thumpt
her
thrice
below
.
What
wil't
not
doe
?
prethee
—
let's
be
lusty
.
Fub.
As
a
Crow
in
a
Gutter
.
Run
there
she
goes
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Antonio
,
and
the
old
shepheard
disguised
.
Ant.
Father
,
for
so
I
must
stile
you
,
Your
care
and
paines
in
my
recovery
,
Deserves
a
recompence
more
than
I
am
able
to
performe
:
Now
I
consider
with
my selfe
,
had
we
compassionate
soules
,
Or
were
men
but
good
,
they
would
banish
beggery
The
World
quite
over
,
and
every
one
have
sufficient
.
As
hitherto
you
have
conceald
my
course
,
Continue
still
your
wonted
secresie
,
Call
me
your
sonne
,
and
such
appoyntments
as
a
father
Should
command
me
to
endure
I
shall
performe
:
Blessed
,
blessed
be
you
:
effectuall
be
my
prayers
.
Shep.
The
longer
time
you
so
journe
here
with
me
The
more
welcome
:
nothing
more
I
crave
;
But
if
I
dye
while
you
recide
i'th'
grove
,
Out
of
your
charity
you'le
take
the
paines
To
lay
me
in
the
grave
I
have
prepar'd
,
and
with
your
hand
,
Your
foote
,
or
any
thing
,
cast
dust
upon
my
body
,
And
spend
a
little
Ceremony
.
Ant.
More
than
this
I
will
,
and
more
than
I
will
speak
.
Francisco
,
whersoe're
thou
bidest
,
abide
in
quiet
,
And
have
my
pardon
ever
.
If
thou
be'st
fled
For
any
cause
of
mine
,
and
I
thy
ruine
prove
,
Defend
it
heaveu
,
were't
not
for
triall
of
Phemone's
love
,
And
promis'd
constancy
,
how
soone
would
I
renounce
My
habitation
,
uncloath
thy
feare
,
&
set
all
even
againe
?
Nothing
'
mazes
,
nor
drives
me
into
that
serious
Contemplation
,
as
whence
his
wrath
should
proceed
.
Perchance
Franciscus
thinkes
me
unfit
to
call
him
brother
,
And
his
suddaine
rage
proceeded
from
advice
.
Enter
Corn
.
and
Phemone
disguised
.
If
it
be
so
for
ever
will
I
keep
this
shady
bower
,
And
never
hold
companionship
with
man
,
More
than
is
present
,
forget
Arbaces
ever
Cal'd
me
his
,
or
that
I
was
his
sonne
.
Circle
me
safety
,
what
are
these
come
here
Where
never
neighbour
dwelt
?
Corn.
Calamity
could
not
inflict
so
much
as
I
could
beare
With
patience
,
did
Franciscus
imagine
but
the
truth
:
No
lenity
,
but
all
extreames
that
may
Attend
me
with
their
sharpest
violence
,
If
e're
I
broke
my
vow
:
this
sorrow
,
Nor
the
haviour
I
sustaine
are
for
mine
owne
endurings
,
Witnesse
you
that
know
all
secrets
,
'tis
for
him
I
wish
thrice
better
than
my selfe
.
Ant.
Yes
,
and
that
Cornelia
;
as
sure
as
the
black
Ousell
Has
a
yellow
mouth
,
that
whistles
me
awake
.
Tis
she
,
or
I
am
fond
.
Corn.
O
my
Franciscus
!
O
my
dearest
Lord
!
Ant.
There
needs
no
more
for
confirmation
:
What
make
they
here
?
Doe
not
undoe
me
wonder
.
Ne're
had
two
ragged
coats
more
orient
pearles
,
Than
you
two
shells
doe
hide
:
'tis
she
,
or
I
am
fond
,
Leap
not
forth
with
joy
,
such
needy
robes
Should
wrap
the
shoulders
of
necessity
,
When
winter
falls
the
Leafe
:
happy
Antonio
,
I
am
disguised
,
and
so
,
if
that
my
speech
reveale
not
,
Without
suspect
I
may
obtaine
my
wish
,
And
have
all
doubts
resolv'd
:
Ile
greet
'em
.
Bonny
wight
,
what e're
you
be
,
Lucke
be
in
your
company
:
Are
you
Sylvanus
,
say
to
me
?
Phem.
None
such
,
good
Shepheard
.
Ant.
Deft
and
trim
ones
mickle
glee
,
Be
you
what
you
please
to
be
,
Some
disaster
tend
by
yee
,
Corn.
Never
,
never
more
.
Phe.
A
me
unfortunate
.
Ant.
Welladay
,
now
by
my
Creed
,
And
my
merry
Oaten
Reed
,
Sike
another
rousing
sigh
Would
well
split
me
gay
and
blith
:
Let
a
loutish
Clowne
partake
,
Why
this
sobbing
dole
you
make
?
Corn.
O
inconstant
world
.
Phe.
A
me
unfortunate
.
Ant.
Wonderment
of
woe
relate
If
simplenesse
you
might
not
scorne
,
How
you
hapt
to
be
forlorne
.
Corn.
The
story
would
be
too
tedious
for
the
time
,
And
would
undoe
the
speaker
:
Friend
no
more
,
You
shall
doe
well
to
leave
us
.
Ant.
Be
not
all
too
keene
,
bright
starre
,
If
my
pertnesse
went
too
farre
,
Mercy
is
the
doome
I
sue
,
Good
things
never
meant
more
true
,
Than
the
silly
shepheard
did
,
Late
wen
he
your
sorrow
bid
:
Discourse
the
meanes
merry
Pan
,
And
the
sagest
gods
doe
scan
;
Wherefore
was
it
?
well
a
neare
,
You
foule
mucky
cloud
I
feare
Will
besprint
us
,
Poebus
twaine
,
If
so
list
you
but
to
daine
A
poore
shepheards
entertaine
,
Welcome
should
you
be
,
I
wisse
,
Nor
thing
comely
should
you
misse
,
Though
not
courtly
:
answer
make
,
Will
you
my
small
feasting
take
?
Phem.
The
raine
begins
to
fall
;
Sister
accept
the
Shepheards
courtesie
,
His
simplenesse
cannot
but
meane
well
sure
.
Corn.
Even
what
you
please
:
Whither
I
goe
,
or
wheresoe're
I
rest
,
Sorrow
with
me
,
and
I
with
sorrow
feast
.
Welcome
,
welcome
,
welcome
still
,
Never
with
a
freer
will
Was
welcome
spoken
,
by
the
skie
;
Welcome
,
welcome
heartily
.
Alacke
,
alacke
,
the
rotten
south
'Gins
to
ope
his
dewy
mouth
,
Time
to
hide
you
:
Father
meeke
Give
kind
welcome
,
I
beseeke
,
To
these
white
ones
,
bonny
girles
,
Welcommer
than
heaps
of
Pearles
.
Sheph.
You
see
our
Cave
,
and
make
as
bold
as
welcome
.
Exeunt
.
Anto.
Receive
my
adorations
Queene
of
chance
,
Thou
never
gav'st
that
jewell
to
that
man
,
was
halfe
so
wel
esteem'd
;
my
hopes
have
their
desires
,
Phemone
,
blest
successe
;
nothing
that's
amisse
,
but
I
shall
understand
:
disguise
I
thanke
thee
,
joy
ties
up
my
tongue
,
and
will
not
let
mee
speake
;
they
part
not
soone
.
Exit
.
Enter
Franciscus
disguised
.
Fran.
What
Angle
of
the
Earth
must
be
my
grave
?
The
Sea
and
Sunne
have
bounds
,
and
know
their
course
,
The
sonnes
of
men
have
none
:
Limitlesse
he
wanders
the
forraigne
desarts
,
And
begets
more
wonders
every
houre
:
The
Chime
that
tells
the
last
minuite
of
the
night
,
Chides
but
in
vaine
when
every
thing's
a sleepe
;
So
I
in
the
relation
of
my
woe
,
when
no
man
hearkens
,
Spend
but
idle
breath
,
and
never
finde
reliefe
.
But
for
increase
sake
,
I
could
wish
devoutly
,
I
never
had
knowne
woman
:
What
comfort
ever
others
reapt
from
them
,
They
have
beene
plagues
to
me
:
to
note
the
difference
,
They
are
such
things
,
nothing's
more
worse
,
nor
better
;
To
say
truth
,
they
are
Angels
,
and
Devils
;
I
will
not
curse
'em
,
lest
I
make
them
worse
That
needs
no
badnesse
,
nor
rip
up
their
defects
,
Lest
I
spend
all
my
after
time
of
life
in
nothing
else
but
that
.
Iulio
,
the
profit
of
my
Orisona
be
thine
,
Where e're
I
spend
'em
,
upright
constant
man
:
Yet
I
am
eas'd
,
in
that
I
doe
not
beare
my
slavish
yoake
,
Cocker
mine
infamy
,
as
many
doe
within
our
Venice
gates
:
Thanks
to
thee
Iulio
;
Chastity
,
honour
of
women
,
Whither
art
thou
fled
?
that
they
are
all
so
false
I
must
forget
'em
,
they
will
make
me
mad
To
thinke
of
their
abuse
:
would
I
could
learne
What
inquisition
is
made
after
me
;
Some
speech
of
my
concealement
will
report
blab
out
,
That
I
may
heare
the
danger
does
pursue
me
,
Though
I
adventure
life
,
I
will
know
more
,
Or
dye
in
the
presumption
:
I'le
nearer
to
the
City
.
Enter
Lodwick
,
Tomaso
,
Iulio
,
Stultissimo
,
Fub
,
the
Whoore
,
and
the
Bawd
.
Stult.
That's
a
good
jest
yfaith
;
Drawer
,
gives
more
Wine
.
Lod.
What's
a
good
jest
Signior
?
Stult.
That
none
should
be
honest
but
the
valiant
.
Lod.
How's
that
?
how's
that
?
Stult.
Why
my
beetle-brow'd
Host
sweares
'tis
impossible
for
any
to
be
honest
,
that
is
not
valiant
.
Toma.
What
said
he
?
What
said
he
?
Enter
Drawer
.
Stult.
That
none
could
be
honest
,
that
were
not
valiant
.
Tomd.
O
very
good
,
very
good
:
more
Wine
here
,
hee's
packing
,
set
out
his
hand
.
Lod.
And
his
foote
too
,
ere
I
have
done
:
where's
this
fellow
?
another
Pottle
sirrah
.
Stult.
Sir
I
thanke
you
for
my
powder
,
it
gave
her
halfe
a
dozen
of
tickling
stooles
,
she
has
beene
loose
ever
since
.
Lod.
Give
me
your
hand
,
here's
even
now
to
all
the
invisible
hornes
i'th'
City
.
Stult.
Forget
not
the
Countrey
,
let
it
go
round
I
pray
you
.
Lod.
A
health
.
Fub.
You'le
have
reason
to
pledge
this
shortly
.
Stult.
Will
you
come
?
to morrow
is
the
day
Ile
assure
you
,
for
better
or
worse
.
Lod.
To morrow
from
better
to
worse
?
Fub.
Yes
faith
he
has
said
it
,
and
I
sweare
it
,
from
better
to
worse
indeed
.
Toma.
Married
to morrow
Signior
?
Stult.
You
have
said
we
shall
be
doing
.
Fub.
Vndoing
he
meanes
.
Toma.
So
neare
marrying
Clariflora
,
and
not
acquaint
your
friend
?
yfaith
I
thought
Mistris
you
would
have
let
me
understood
what
had
past
.
Bawd
.
'Tis
my
part
to
conceale
.
Fub.
She
were
no
good
Bawd
else
.
Lod.
Come
,
sit
round
,
sit
round
,
to morrow
the
day
?
Stult.
Pardon
me
,
Ile
not
sit
next
this
lousie
fellow
:
gentlemen
,
what
doe
you
with
this
poore
rogue
in
your
companies
?
Does
he
come
to
make
mirth
,
can
hee
play
the
foole
wittingly
?
Lod.
I
know
him
not
.
Toma.
Would
he
were
set
downe
staires
,
I
never
could
endure
him
from
the
first
:
Franciscus
made
me
know
him
.
Stult.
Sirra
,
if
you
meane
to
depart
in
peace
,
begon
suddainly
.
Toma.
Would
the
Asse
could
rid
this
intruding
Copesmate
.
Iulio
.
Let
me
beseech
you
.
Stult.
You
shall
goe
,
your
prayers
cannot
save
you
;
Fub
,
shew
him
the
way
downe
.
Fub.
Shall
I
be
your
Vsher
?
will
you
follow
your
leader
sir
?
Iulio
.
Thus
poverty's
despis'd
at
home
,
abroad
,
and
in
all
companies
.
Stult.
A
whorson
Tatred-demallion
,
come
amongst
Gentlemen
of
sort
.
What
,
is't
no
more
but
up
and
ride
?
How
now
Fub
,
is
he
vanisht
?
Fub.
The
Drawers
have
drawne
him
out
Sir
.
Lod.
Clinke
boyes
.
Toma.
Drinke
boyes
.
Stult.
And
let
the
Cannikin
clinke
boyes
.
Lod.
Stultus
.
Stult.
Yes
Lodwick
.
Lod.
Tomaso
,
shall's
make
a
night
on't
mad
lads
?
Toma.
And
a
mad
night
too
Bullies
:
where
shall's
strike
faile
?
Lod.
The
Leaguer
,
where
but
a'th'
new
Leaguer
:
there's
generous
entertainment
for
Gallants
of
sort
at
all
times
:
and
for
entrance
trust
me
my
mates
.
Toma.
But
money
grows
low
,
and
expences
will
flye
high
.
Stult.
Fly
hye
,
let
it
,
I
have
a
jacke
in
a
boxe
shall
pay
for
all
one
day
.
Lod.
I
am
as
full
as
a
Spunge
,
I
cannot
sinke
up
a
drop
more
.
Stult.
No
matter
,
we
can
squeeze
some
more
out
thus
:
we
can
wake
the
Constable
,
trouble
the
neighbours
,
disquiet
the
Master
and
whole
family
,
spill
his
Wine
,
puffe
his
Tobacco
,
foule
his
roomes
,
practise
who
shall
breake
most
holes
,
and
cleanliest
,
in
the
bottome
of
quart-pots
,
with
a
piece
of
a
Tobacco-pipe
:
cry
good
morrow
mine
Host
,
we
ha'
made
a
madde
night
on't
I
vow
,
and
so
trance
;
wee
are
no
Gallants
and
we
cannot
doe
this
.
Lod.
But
this
course
is
either
conscionable
,
or
commendable
.
Tom.
Faith
'tis
the
course
,
most
of
the
corke-headed
Candle-snuffes
walke
in
these
latter
daies
,
late
at
nights
.
Lod.
Well
,
let
them
rest
:
So
,
ho
,
the
Leaguer
.
Munk.
Chi-va-lah
.
Lod.
Amice
.
Munk.
The
word
.
Lod.
Pecima
largienda
.
Munk.
Let
'em
passe
:
downe
with
the
Percullis
:
Lights
and
attendance
,
welcome
Gentlemen
.
Enter
Iulio
,
Drawer
,
Pusse
,
Bawd
.
Iulio
.
I
ever
said
,
it
might
come
in
a
night
,
that
came
not
in
an
age
,
Et
ecce
noctem
faelicem
;
see
,
that
joviall
night
is
come
:
They
have
beene
playing
high
,
and
potting
deepe
:
Lights
,
Wine
,
and
more
stooles
for
these
Gentlemen
;
welcome
.
Enter
Lodowick
,
Tomaso
,
Stultissimo
,
and
Fub.
Lod.
Tomaso
when's
the
day
?
Stult.
Assure's
this
the
night
before
to morrow
,
I
have
brought
in
my
Estate
a
matter
of
400
pound
per
annum
,
in
Deeds
,
Leases
,
Fee-simple
,
and
Coppy-hold
already
:
and
that's
no
simple
Estate
youle
say
:
I
meane
to
bid
you
welcome
to
a
Leaguer
of
mine
own
shortly
Gentlemen
;
some
wine
you
Scondrils
.
Lod.
I'me
pleas'd
to
here't
,
whose
faults
this
,
yours
Tomaso
?
Enter
Julio
.
Iulio
.
What's
this
Leaguer
raysed
yet
,
Par
la
ho
boy
,
I
thought
we
should
have
had
a
second
siege
of
Troy
on't
,
is
their
Reckoning
paid
?
not
a
penny
,
they
call'd
for
one
,
but
in
such
a
drunken
key
;
I
bad
em
sleep
upon't
,
and
I
would
tell
em
more
on't
when
they
were
sober
.
Iulio
.
Best
of
all
,
and
whats
to
pay
then
?
Draw.
Nine
and
six
pence
,
Sir
,
allowance
for
lights
,
linnen
,
coals
to
light
faggots
:
and
six
pence
for
one
journymans
sleep
only
deducted
,
and
yet
they
grumbled
too
.
Iulio
.
But
nine
and
six
pence
,
and
grumble
;
my
friend
the
reckoning's
not
payd
you
say
.
Monk.
Not
a
penny
.
Julio
.
The
reckoning
but
nine
and
six
pence
,
how
poorely
this
shews
,
in
a
Leaguer
too
,
and
friends
that
pretended
me
a
courtesie
too
?
How
many
joynts
of
meat
to
supper
?
Draw.
Only
a
couple
of
clean
Pipes
,
some
three
times
fild
I
thinke
.
Iulio
.
No
meat
,
come
to
hansell
a
Leaguer
,
what
no
meat
?
Are
they
abed
at
Anthonies
Ordinary
yet
?
Draw.
Two
houres
ago
.
Iulio
.
Step
down
,
and
see
,
nine
and
six
pence
,
they
must
and
shall
heare
more
of
this
:
we
may
go
beg
,
or
buy
up
all
the
,
refuse
,
broken
bread
and
meat
,
scraps
,
offall
,
and
garbage
that
Cooks
shops
,
Shambles
,
Ordinaries
,
Entries
,
and
Rich-mens
dores
afford
;
nine
and
six
pence
,
if
they
do
not
heare
more
of
this
—
Draw.
Tis
past
that
time
of
night
;
Charitie's
bed
,
sir
,
but
if
not
.
—
Enter
Bread
and
Meatman
.
Bread.
Bread
and
meat
for
poore
prisoners
,
Bread
&
meat
.
Iulio
.
What
doth
that
fellow
cry
?
Bread.
Bread
and
meat
for
the
poor
prisoners
,
bread
&
meat
.
Iulio
.
For
poore
prisoners
?
as
fit
for
my
purpose
,
as
a
Conny
for
a
Pursnet
;
here
,
take
mony
,
buy
his
provision
by
the
lumpe
:
if
I
had
studied
for
a
fortune
to
fall
upon
me
,
I
could
not
have
had
a
fairer
.
Monk.
Wilt
thou
victuall
thy
Leager
with
scraps
,
sweet
Chuck
?
Iulio
.
No
,
my
sweet
Monkie
,
I
have
further
aymes
then
so
,
this
broken
meat
and
baggage
offall
,
will
I
strew
in
my
Kitchin
,
Dressers
,
Hall
,
Entries
,
and
every
doore
and
draw-window
,
and
perspicous
places
about
the
house
:
foule
all
the
vessell
,
three
or
foure
times
over
,
all
to
besmeere
the
rustie
spits
and
dripping-pans
;
breake
all
my
broken
glasses
,
beat
the
bottom
out
of
my
Cans
:
beat
all
my
foul
Tobacco-pipes
,
into
fractions
Monk.
And
to
what
end
all
this
?
Iulio
.
Perlahay
,
My
friends
shall
heare
more
of
that
in
the
reckoning
:
My
sweet
Monkie
,
when
the
Drunkards
shall
wake
,
and
see
all
these
ruines
,
or
rather
remayns
of
a
plentifull
Leager
:
Oh
,
hast
thou
no
apprehension
?
Why
,
I
tell
thee
,
they
cannot
choose
out
of
their
generous
bounties
,
but
see
all
discharg'd
?
Within
.
A
cup
of
six
,
Drawer
.
Iulio
.
Oh
,
the
Leager
begins
to
rise
!
Come
Monkie
a
few
directions
for
you
in
private
,
give
you
attendance
on
the
Leager
;
let
em
call
for
what
they
will
,
and
want
nothing
they
call
for
:
only
I
will
tell
em
no
more
of
nine
and
sixe
pence
in
the
reckoning
.
Monk.
But
for
the
nine
and
six
pence
.
Julio
.
Monkie
,
you
shall
heare
more
of
that
anon
,
when
they
are
sober
?
why
Drawer
,
Dog
,
Dunghil-raker
;
is
the
Leaguer
dry
?
By
and
by
,
a
cup
of
six
into
the
low
Leaguer
,
there
.
Wake
Lodwick
,
Tomasa
,
Stultissimo
,
Fub.
Stult.
So
,
ho
,
the
Leaguer
.
Draw.
What
do
ye
lack
?
by
and
by
,
do
ye
call
Gentlemen
?
Stult.
No
,
and
I
call'd
a
Gentleman
,
he
would
answer
me
,
I
call
a
Drawer
goodman
Rascall
,
art
thou
one
?
Draw.
For
fault
of
a
better
,
sir
.
Lod.
Couldst
not
ha
said
so
then
?
where's
the
Master
of
the
Leaguet
?
Enter
Julio
.
Iulio
.
Parlahey
Monkie
,
bene
venu
Gallants
,
com
a
stato
Sigiores
mio
com
I
stato
.
Tom.
Marry
the
better
for
your
entertainment
;
thanks
,
sir
.
Stult.
Thank
him
,
I
scorn
to
thank
him
,
Ile
pay
him
,
and
be
out
of
his
debt
:
come
,
to
pay
?
A
reckoning
Drawer
.
Iulio
.
You
Rascall
,
who
takes
away
here
?
here's
a
house
bestrewed
with
garbage
and
offall
,
as
if
the
great
Inquest
had
been
feasted
,
&c.
Stult.
As
good
men
,
to
no
mans
disprayse
be
it
spoken
,
where's
a
Bill
?
Lod.
Prethee
knock
us
not
down
,
afore
our
time
;
was
this
certain
feast
of
our
making
?
what
a
spoyle
of
Poultery
has
here
been
?
Tomaso
,
I
must
be
beholding
to
thee
for
this
ordinary
.
Tom.
Some
small
trifle
Stultissimo
,
the
Reckoning
is
thought
to
be
.
Stult.
The
Reckoning's
very
high
,
nine
pound
six
shillings
.
Iulio
.
Nine
pound
six
shillings
,
Parlahey
,
and
yet
I
use
you
like
Christians
too
boyes
.
Lod.
Nine
pound
six
shillings
,
how
could
wee
foure
devoure
so
much
being
halfe
drunk
when
we
came
in
?
Stult.
Why
there's
the
mistery
?
you
fall
asleep
with
meat
in
your
mouthes
,
my
Mistris
and
I
stood
it
out
.
Monk.
Wast
not
an
excellent
Swan-pie
?
Servant
.
Stult.
As
ere
swam
in
Mil-dam
.
Lod.
Nine
pound
six
shillings
,
one
lay
out
for
all
,
Come
,
your
purses
Gentlemen
.
Stult.
And
you
love
me
,
let
me
have
the
credit
at
this
time
there's
:
ten
pounds
,
give
me
the
rest
again
(
ah
,
wee
had
the
bravest
Marchpane
,
and
Sugar-candy
Custard
)
or
do
not
,
let
it
run
on
towards
fouling
of
linnen
,
and
paying
for
sawee
:
the
rest
agen
,
or
do
—
Iulio
.
I
do
not
think
but
you
are
sawst
pretty
well
already
,
for
the
Devill
a
bit
of
meat
saw
I
,
and
yet
all
these
scraps
could
not
come
of
nothing
.
Stult.
The
Reckoning's
paid
to
a
haire
,
come
let's
withdraw
(
but
while
the
Room
be
a
little
finificald
.
Iulio
.
Parlahey
,
welcome
Gallants
to
the
Leaguer
still
:
please
you
withdraw
.
All
.
We
accept
it
thankfully
.
Lod.
Whose
fault's
this
yours
Tomaso
?
Toma.
There
wants
lap
.
Stult.
Throw
downe
the
pottle
pot
,
let's
have
a
gallon
more
.
Enter
a
Fidler
.
Fid.
Wilt
please
you
Gentlemen
,
to
heare
any
Musicke
,
and
a
good
Song
?
Lod.
Very
fain
,
a
good
one
.
Toma.
What's
your
fellows
,
whose
noyse
are
you
?
Fid.
Ruberts
noyse
,
and
please
you
?
Lod.
Call
your
fellows
,
and
strip
your
tools
.
Tom.
Here's
to
you
Signior
.
Stult.
A
brace
of
them
if
you
love
me
.
Toma.
Marry
and
shall
.
Draw.
Score
a
gallon
of
Claret
in
the
Pomegranat
.
Fub.
What
Tim
?
Draw.
Master
Fub
I
rejoyce
to
see
you
well
.
Lod.
You
are
not
merry
Gentlewomen
,
Mistris
Durable
what
,
no
mirth
?
Draw.
And
how
ist
,
how
have
you
done
this
seven
yeares
,
welcome
again
.
Fub.
As
you
see
,
in
perfect
memory
,
when
shall
wee
ride
the
hogsheads
?
Draw.
Ha
,
do
you
remember
that
night
,
Ancient
Thumps
health
overthrew
mee
,
my
Master
goes
out
of
Towne
next
weeke
;
yfaith
and
youle
come
,
there's
halfe
a
dozen
good
boys
,
weele
be
swingeing
merry
,
will
give
him
a
crash
,
old
Will
,
Will
be
here
?
Fub.
What
Will
?
Draw.
Little
Will
of
the
Mitre
.
Oh
,
Master
Fub
,
Sir
,
out
Maid
,
that
gave
us
the
Neats
Tongue
is
gone
.
Fub.
See
,
see
.
Toma.
Some
Sugar
there
?
Fidler
.
Ha
,
ha
,
hum
.
In
ample
stories
written
tis
,
Who
list
but
for
to
minde
it
;
How
loved
Narcissus
?
Go
look
and
you
shall
finde
it
.
This
Eccho
was
a
Nymph
most
chaste
,
A
lack
,
the
more
the
pitty
She
should
be
so
,
and
should
not
reape
:
What
follows
in
my
Ditty
?
Narcissus
was
but
young
,
I
wisse
,
But
yet
of
perfect
feature
,
And
had
enough
to
satisfie
A
reasonable
creature
.
His
brawny
limbes
became
his
parts
,
No
one
of
sence
could
blame
them
:
And
so
did
something
else
I
trow
,
Eccho
knew
how
to
name
them
.
Stult.
A
vertuous
piece
of
matter
,
Gentlemen
,
wee'le
no
more
on't
.
Lod.
Nay
,
hold
up
,
Signior
.
Stult.
Bid
her
hold
up
,
feare
not
me
.
Lod.
Come
Gentlewomen
,
shall
we
have
a
dance
?
Tomaso
what
say
you
?
Tom.
You
prevented
me
.
Stult.
I
thought
it
should
have
been
my
motion
?
Fub.
Wherefore
ring
those
bels
?
Stult.
Bels
,
you
are
deceived
,
it
is
the
clincking
of
pots
.
Lod.
I
would
have
sworn
,
it
had
been
Coronation
day
.
Masters
,
can
you
play
us
Gascoynes
Whibling
?
Fidler
.
Yes
,
sir
.
Lod.
Let's
ha't
.
Toma.
Here
lacks
a
couple
,
we
cannot
dance
it
.
Fub.
Lack
a
couple
,
what
serve
Tim
and
I
for
?
Lod.
Tis
true
,
well
remembred
.
Draw.
Truly
,
Master
Fub
,
I
cannot
dance
.
Fub.
Truly
,
you
shall
learn
then
.
Draw.
I
shall
be
willing
to
endevour
.
Toma.
Strike
.
Stult.
Ile
throw
the
pot
at
his
head
that
strikes
heere
,
Whose
that
will
strike
?
Hee
drinks
all
the
while
they
dance
.
Stult.
Rare
yfaith
,
give's
more
wine
.
Boy
.
What
,
Timothy
?
Draw.
By
and
by
.
Boy
.
Look
to
the
Lion
.
He
rises
and
throws
down
the
table
.
Stult.
Ile
have
my
Galliard
too
Toma.
You
spoyle
all
.
Clar.
How
does
your
head
,
sweet
heart
?
Stult.
Yes
faith
,
and
thank
you
too
,
what
Rogue's
he
that
turns
the
Room
round
?
shall
we
not
quench
our
thirsts
before
we
part
?
Lod.
What
else
my
sweet
Signior
,
this
is
your
servant
?
Cla.
Good
enough
for
a
property
,
he
will
serve
my
turn
,
as
well
as
a
better
,
I
shall
but
use
his
name
:
do
you
think
I
would
marry
the
Coxcombe
,
but
only
for
colour
and
feare
of
the
Law
?
I'de
see
him
bak'd
first
.
Bawd
.
Tis
wisely
done
of
you
?
and
so
my
Gossip
Slight
could
say
I
warrant
you
.
Lod.
Boy
,
another
quart
,
and
bring
a
Reckoning
.
Here
sir
.
Fidler
.
Heaven
keep
your
Worship
.
Lod.
In
honester
company
.
Stult.
Fub
,
call
for
a
Looking-glasse
.
Lod.
Did
you
go
the
right
way
?
Enter
the
Drawer
.
Draw.
It's
a
cup
of
neat
wine
,
Ile
assure
—
Lod.
Mistris
to
your self
,
and
to
our
next
meeting
?
Tom.
What's
to
pay
?
Draw.
Nine
and
six
pence
,
and
you're
welcome
.
Tom.
How
comes
that
to
passe
?
Draw.
Here's
seven
groats
Glasses
.
Lod.
How
?
Draw.
No
lesse
,
Ile
assure
your
Worship
.
Lod.
Come
your
mony
,
Signior
—
Let's
take
away
and
pay
together
.
Stult.
Fub
,
discharge
it
Fub
.
Monk.
Some
lights
,
shew
the
Gentlemen
.
Enter
and
follow
with
a
letter
from
Vallentius
.
Stult.
Fub
,
I
am
ene
as
full
as
a
Toad
.
Fub.
Yes
,
sir
,
but
do
not
spit
your
venome
.
Stult.
Prethee
give
mee
another
sip
.
I
am
as
dry
as
a
Cook
.
Fub.
So
I
think
.
Stult.
A
pox
a
this
Megrum
.
Lod.
What's
here
,
I
prethee
marke
Tomaso
:
Lodwick
,
I
have
my
desire
:
fetch
mee
off
speedily
,
lest
I
cure
the
Doctour
?
yours
Vallentius
,
lest
I
cure
the
Doctour
.
Tom.
What
should
he
mean
by
this
?
Lod.
Why
,
belike
he
has
infused
his
fit
into
him
,
and
the
Physician's
turn'd
Patient
?
Tom.
That's
impossible
?
Lod.
But
for
Vallentius
.
Tom.
We
must
redeem
him
.
Lod.
What
else
.
Tom.
Heyda
,
is
the
winde
in
that
door
?
He
reels
.
Fub.
A
link
good
Tim
,
a
link
.
Draw.
Here's
one
ready
,
sir
.
Lod.
Signior
,
good
night
.
Fub
lights
the
link
.
Stult.
Not
a
drop
more
yfaith
.
Tom.
Wee'le
take
our
leaves
.
Clar.
When
shall
we
see
you
?
Tom.
Somtime
to morrow
,
if
my
father
send
not
.
Bawd
.
Good
night
Master
Lodwick
,
good
night
good
,
sir
.
Fub.
Good
night
Tim
,
remember
Friday
.
Draw.
I
warrant
you
,
forget
not
to
bring
Hugh
,
Welcome
Gentlemen
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Actus
quartus
.
Scena
prima
.
Enter
the
Doctor
and
his
Wife
.
Doctor
.
I
Speak't
in
thunder
once
again
,
no
more
:
thou
Babylonian
Strumpet
,
in
thunder
I
command
thee
thou
lump
of
sinne
,
no
more
.
Wife
.
Have
patience
,
sir
.
Doct.
I
rore
it
in
thy
eares
,
once
more
aloud
,
no
more
:
cannot
I
deale
,
but
you
must
be
applying
,
you
must
be
tampering
,
you
must
minister
:
have
you
not
Pils
for
Potions
?
do
you
not
traffique
?
do
not
you
exchange
Merchant
?
Wife
.
Good
Vanderman
.
Doct.
Sorceresse
,
I
defie
thee
,
and
thy
deeds
of
darknes
.
Wife
.
Heare
me
,
sir
.
Doct.
I
have
heard
and
seen
too
much
,
has
hee
not
paid
you
soundly
for
your
pains
:
no
,
has
he
popt
you
.
Wife
.
You
are
deceiv'd
.
Doct.
You
say
very
true
,
I
am
deceived
indeed
,
and
Fub'd
,
and
Guld
,
and
Rid
,
and
you
are
Rid
too
.
Wife
.
What
meane
you
?
Doct.
Here
blow
it
abroad
,
there's
horns
enow
to
do't
.
Wife
.
Why
are
you
thus
impatient
?
Doct.
Dainty
fine
y faith
,
very
dainty
.
Whore
thou
hast
made
me
monstrous
,
and
I
may
challenge
Gyants
:
Yes
,
he
shall
be
your
mad-man
;
Doe
you
not
like
his
fits
,
doe
you
not
,
doe
you
not
?
Enter
Thomaso
,
Lodwicke
,
and
Vallentius
,
Amb.
God
morrow
to
you
both
.
Doct.
Why
should
this
be
?
Lod.
How
doe
you
sir
?
how
does
your
patient
?
Doct.
Are
you
not
satisfied
?
am
I
a
stale
?
must
you
have
new-found
Crochets
?
Lod.
Doe
you
heare
me
sir
:
is
he
recovered
?
Doct.
Homo
Armatus
,
a
man
armed
.
Lod.
Have
you
heard
the
like
?
Tom.
Me thinks
'tis
excellent
.
Doc.
And
when
,
when
shall
he
plant
againe
?
Lod.
I
wish
you
would
understand
me
,
sir
.
Doct.
Here's
a
fruitfull
soyle
.
Tom:
Ha
,
ha
.
Lod.
Sir
,
I
will
be
heard
,
and
understood
:
Save
you
Lady
:
(
he
kisses
her
.
)
Doct.
More
furies
,
might
,
and
secresie
,
whoredome
and
The
every
bring
all
to
confusion
.
Tom.
Would
we
had
more
of
this
:
we'le
see
what
will
come
of
all
.
Lod.
I
perceive
Vallentius
was
i'th'
right
,
he's
madde
indeede
:
Wife
.
Good
Morrow
Gentlemen
:
I
have
good
newes
for
you
;
your
friend
is
well
.
Lod.
Your
tidings
makes
us
happy
,
and
gives
us
a
moyetie
of
that
content
which
nothing
can
doe
more
.
Toma.
I
shall
rejoyce
to
see
him
what
hee
was
,
and
Master
of
that
temper
he
commanded
,
when
he
did
dare
the
vaunting
Bajeset
for
taxing
his
beliefe
.
Enter
Vallentius
.
Val.
Tomaso
,
Lodwick
.
Lod.
Valentius
.
Toma.
I
am
glad
to
see
you
once
again
your self
.
Lod.
You're
welcome
to
your
wits
.
Val.
When
time
and
place
shall
serve
,
my
wit
shall
thanke
you
I
am
ever
bound
to
you
sweet
Lady
.
Tom.
Harke
you
Lodwick
,
are
not
we
partly
Bawds
?
Lod.
Faith
in
one
kinde
,
we
have
a
snatch
that
way
.
Tom.
So
I
say
partly
.
Lod.
I
must
confesse
,
partly
.
Val.
Not
remember
you
,
have
not
that
bad
opinion
,
doe
not
think
I
can
be
one
so
false
by
this
kisse
.
Doct.
Sibylla
.
(
He
calls
within
.
)
Wife
.
Ay
me
,
my
husband
.
Val.
Once
again
and
part
.
Doct.
Sibylla
.
Wife
.
Farewell
,
Valentius
.
Val.
A
thousand
take
with
thee
.
Tom.
What
,
hungry
still
Vallentius
,
that
you
cast
such
a
greedy
eye
that
way
?
Lod.
How
ist
man
?
what
in
a
trance
?
Val.
And
kinder
far
then
faire
.
Lod.
What
,
shall
we
have
a
Pamphlet
;
that
he
begins
to
study
?
doe
you
heare
Valentiuss
:
here's
a
friend
of
yours
would
speak
with
you
,
when
you
are
at
leisure
.
Val.
I
crave
your
pardon
Gentlemen
,
as
I
live
she
is
—
Lod.
What's
this
to
the
purpose
?
Exeunt
.
Enter
Julio
,
and
the
Mercer
with
his
man
.
Mer.
You
know
my
price
:
for
the
finenesse
of
the
silke
,
the
working
of
the
stuffe
,
and
the
pleasantnesse
of
the
colour
,
the
whole
street
shall
not
afford
you
a
better
,
Ile
assure
you
tis
died
in
grain
.
Julio
.
The
better
for
him
that
shall
wear
it
,
nothing
but
what's
in
grain
can
please
him
:
let
mee
see
,
I
know
not
how
my
mony
will
reach
:
the
Silkman
hath
emptied
my
pocket
this
morning
,
but
you
will
bate
nothing
of
your
price
?
Mer.
I
protest
sir
,
I
cannot
,
and
save
by
it
,
and
I
know
you
would
not
wish
me
to
be
a
loser
.
Iulio
.
By
no
means
,
I
would
have
every
man
to
live
&
thrive
by
what
he
professeth
,
it
is
mine
owne
case
:
let
me
see
,
I
cannot
make
up
the
sum
,
I
pray
you
let
one
of
your
men
step
over
to
the
next
lane
:
I
lie
there
at
the
Barbers
,
Ile
dispatch
him
presently
.
Mer.
My
servants
are
all
busie
for
the
present
,
you
see
my
shop
is
full
of
Customers
,
and
every
one
striveth
who
shall
be
first
served
.
Iulio
.
And
I
am
in
haste
too
,
for
I
have
sent
for
my
Tailor
to
meet
me
at
my
lodging
,
and
I
am
loth
to
disappoint
him
,
because
I
would
have
his
opinion
in
the
stuffe
.
Mer.
I
pray
you
,
sir
,
be
expeditious
,
and
my
man
shall
be
with
you
by
that
time
you
have
told
out
the
mony
.
Iulio
.
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
as
a
stranger
,
I
care
not
if
I
accept
—
Mer.
Dispatch
me
that
Customer
quickly
,
and
follow
this
Gentleman
to
his
lodging
:
you
heare
where
he
lies
.
Iulio
.
Yes
,
at
the
next
turning
?
Mercers
man
.
Ile
but
fold
up
this
boult
of
Sattin
,
and
be
with
him
instantly
.
Iulio
.
Turne
by
the
next
lane
,
and
thou
shalt
be
sure
not
to
misse
it
,
though
thou
findest
not
me
,
I
have
took
sufficient
order
and
you
shall
be
sure
to
be
satisfied
.
Mer.
We
have
many
cheapners
,
but
few
buyers
,
many
such
customers
as
this
would
make
quick
riddance
.
Mercers
man
.
What
comes
the
summe
to
,
sir
.
Mer.
Three
yards
of
Sattin
and
a
halfe
at
seventeene
,
eight
yards
of
Plush
at
foure
and
twenty
;
nay
,
there
are
divers
other
parcels
,
the
summe
is
soon
cast
up
:
thou
shalt
have
a
note
of
all
.
Mercers
man
.
And
Ile
but
fold
up
these
few
boults
lie
loose
,
and
cleere
the
counter
and
be
gone
.
Mer.
Be
quick
there
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
Barber
and
Julio
.
Iulio
.
But
thou
must
be
secret
.
Barb.
As
your self
,
Sir
.
Iulio
.
A
pretty
handsome
youth
,
and
will
be
loath
to
discover
himselfe
,
being
extreamly
bashfull
,
and
will
make
it
strange
.
Barb.
Leave
him
to
me
,
Ile
perswade
him
that
I
knew
him
,
ere
I
saw
him
.
Iulio
.
Hee's
my
Kinsman
,
next
Cousin
German's
by
the
Mothers
side
;
now
playing
the
Wag
,
as
many
youths
will
doe
,
you
know
it
Barber
.
Barb.
Very
well
,
it
hath
been
many
a
good
mans
case
.
Iulio
.
He
hath
got
a
clap
.
Barb.
These
claps
are
got
by
clapping
.
Iulio
.
But
for
one
thing
,
never
should
it
grieve
mee
,
I
feare
it
might
go
nere
to
spoile
his
marriage
,
which
I
would
not
for
more
than
Ile
speak
.
Barb.
You
shew
your self
a
Kinsman
.
Iulio
.
Now
his
excuse
will
be
(
as
I
told
thee
he's
extreamly
bashfull
)
to
enquire
for
a
Gentleman
that
owes
his
Master
mony
,
to
comply
with
the
old
Proverbe
,
Though
his
excuse
be
draff
,
yet
drinks
his
errand
.
Barb.
And
lotion
must
be
used
.
Iulio
.
As
it
shall
seem
best
:
but
thinkst
thou
hee'l
endure
it
.
Barb.
'Twill
put
him
to
some
pain
.
Iulio
.
Which
Ile
not
heare
,
my
heart's
so
tender
ore
him
:
when
he
comes
(
as
long
hee
will
not
stay
)
take
him
in
charge
,
Thy
pains
shall
be
well
paid
,
for
doubt
not
but
Ile
come
to
the
conclusion
.
Barb.
Very
good
,
sir
?
Iulio
.
My
hope
is
it
will
succeed
according
to
my
wishes
.
Barb.
Make
no
doubt
of
that
,
sir
.
Iulio
.
If
I
had
,
I
had
not
made
choice
of
thee
above
any
other
.
Barb.
You
are
my
friend
indeed
:
and
so
I
hope
to
keep
you
.
Iulio
.
I
will
withdraw
for
the
present
,
and
instantly
return
.
Barb.
Now
good
speed
with
you
,
good
customers
are
thicke
sowed
,
and
come
up
but
thin
.
It
is
good
to
make
much
of
them
,
when
we
have
them
.
This
should
be
the
patient
,
that
he
talked
off
.
Enter
Mercers
man
.
Mercers
man
.
I
come
to
seek
a
Gentleman
.
Barb.
You
do
:
that
owes
your
Masters
mony
.
Mer.
man
.
Very
true
,
sir
,
you
know
my
errand
then
.
Barb.
Before
you
came
.
Mer.
man
.
The
Gentleman
belike
hath
told
it
you
.
Barb.
He
hath
indeed
.
Mer.
man
.
Is
he
within
?
Barb.
But
before
he
went
,
left
order
with
me
,
you
should
be
dispatcht
.
Mer.
man
.
Then
I
shall
find
him
as
good
as
his
word
:
he
hath
acquainted
you
with
my
occasions
.
Barb.
Ile
assure
you
that
,
and
intends
well
towards
you
,
I
pray
come
neer
into
the
withdrawing
Room
.
Mer.
man
.
Ile
wait
on
you
,
pray
know
you
what
it
comes
too
.
Barb.
Yes
youth
,
I
know
,
wherfore
you
come
:
pray
rest
you
in
that
chaire
,
and
Ile
be
for
you
presently
;
be
not
ashamed
,
you
are
not
the
first
,
nor
shall
be
the
last
,
that
meet
with
these
disasters
:
and
now
come
,
pray
shew
me
your
commodity
.
Mer.
man
.
The
commodity
belongs
,
sir
,
to
my
Master
,
'twas
not
mine
.
Barb.
Are
his
in
danger
too
?
let
him
not
feare
,
but
if
hee
have
not
let
it
run
too
far
,
there
may
be
helpe
found
:
nay
,
come
,
will
you
shew
?
Mer.
man
.
Mean
you
the
note
:
there
are
the
parcels
sent
.
Barb.
These
parcels
may
in
time
grow
great
,
come
,
will
you
be
ruled
,
the
Gentleman
your
Kinsman
,
told
mee
before
,
how
bashfull
you
would
be
;
and
it
becomes
you
well
:
but
for
your
parcels
,
shew
them
in
time
:
for
if
delay
be
long
,
that
little
which
perhaps
you
shall
have
left
,
in
time
will
come
to
nothing
:
your
Kinsman's
loth
that
you
should
spoile
your
Marriage
?
Mer.
man
.
Spoile
my
Marriage
,
spoile
not
my
Masters
debt
,
Neither
draw
these
fearfull
tricks
on
me
:
I
need
them
not
,
pay
mee
the
mony
that
your
friend
hath
left
,
Dispatch
mee
so
,
for
Kinsman
I
have
none
;
And
honest
Barber
finde
some
else
to
sport
with
,
make
me
none
of
your
Guls
?
Barb.
But
I
pray
say
.
Mer.
man
.
I
say
,
pay
me
sir
,
what's
my
due
,
&
what
by
your
confession
,
your
friend
left
,
or
bring
me
to
the
party
,
or
commodity
he
late
had
of
my
Master
,
or
Coine
for't
:
you
have
confest
him
to
be
your
friend
,
therfore
for
him
must
answer
.
Barb.
By
your
favour
,
no
more
friend
of
mine
,
then
you
found
him
,
to
claime
Kinred
:
my
acquaintance
with
him
,
yet
is
scarce
a
full
houre
.
Mer.
man
.
You
are
Confederates
,
and
so
I
feare
that
I
shall
finde
you
:
You
know
my
errand
,
&
promist
mee
dispatch
:
Why
am
I
not
dispatched
then
?
Barb.
My
meaning
was
to
give
you
a
Sering
,
or
an
incision
Knife
,
Of
which
he
told
me
you
did
stand
in
need
:
Indeed
I
deal
in
such
cōmodities
,
And
am
acquainted
what
such
parcels
mean
:
For
other
wares
or
mony
due
for
them
,
I
know
not
what
belongs
to't
.
Mer.
man
.
Satisfie
my
Master
so
,
quit
me
,
and
cleer
thy self
;
or
'twill
fall
foule
upon
thee
.
Barb.
Willingly
:
my
cloak
boy
,
Ile
along
,
yet
am
affraid
That
hee
who
had
profest
himselfe
thy
Kinsman
,
and
my
deare
friend
,
will
prove
thy
Masters
Cosin
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lodwick
,
Tomaso
,
Stulitssimo
,
Monky
,
Puss
,
&c.
Puss.
Give
you
joy
Master
Stultissimo
;
give
you
joy
.
Stult.
You
talk
like
Gentlemen
,
and
I
like
your
talk
the
better
,
because
you
talke
to
a
gentleman
;
you
call
mee
Stultissimo
,
and
I
say
,
Stultorum
plena
sunt
omnia
:
and
now
I
talk
to
you
like
a
Gentleman
and
a
Scholer
.
Gent.
All
health
and
joy
betyde
you
.
Stult.
Gramercy
Gentlemen
,
I
am
not
now
the
man
,
I
was
in
the
morning
;
I
did
rise
single
,
I
return
double
:
in
the
Meridian
but
Worshipfull
,
in
the
afternoon
Honorable
before
Sun-set
,
and
who
knows
but
Majesticall
before
mid-night
:
nay
I
perswade
my self
I
am
so
:
am
I
not
sweet
Monkie
?
Monk.
Thou
art
my
deare
Baboon
.
Stult.
Very
pretty
names
in
faith
:
I
prethee
let's
enterchange
them
still
betwixt
us
:
or
Marmoset
,
or
Apes
face
.
Monk.
Yes
,
yes
,
by
any
means
.
Stult.
All
thy
goods
and
chattels
,
thy
moveables
,
and
the
stuff
that
belongs
thereto
,
thy
utensils
and
implements
;
now
are
all
mine
.
Monk.
They
are
,
to
have
and
to
hold
.
Puss.
Yes
,
as
long
as
yee
can
keep
them
.
Stult.
I
have
purchased
thee
in
thy
proper
person
by
my
word
,
but
all
thy
other
omnium
gathrum
,
beforenamed
,
by
my
deeds
,
I
think
thou
hast
them
to
shew
.
Tom.
The
minde
gives
sometimes
words
unto
the
tongue
,
and
makes
it
speak
perforce
,
beare
with
him
Lodwick
.
Lod.
Let
the
Doctors
wife
beare
with
him
,
for
mine
own
part
,
without
he
renounce
this
mood
,
and
become
sociable
,
as
hee
had
wont
,
I
defie
his
fellowship
.
Tom.
Will
you
dine
with
me
Vallentius
?
Val.
Yes
,
shall
we
be
merry
?
Lod.
O
is
the
tide
turn'd
,
is
the
winde
come
about
,
by
this
good
day
,
and
I
were
not
cursing
my selfe
,
for
being
accessary
to
this
melancholy
,
I
have
no
faith
in
me
;
if
women
can
transmute
men
thus
suddenly
,
hang
me
,
if
I
keep
not
out
of
their
clutches
.
Val.
Gallants
,
shall
wee
walk
?
I
have
a
story
for
ye
:
prethee
Lodwick
frown
not
,
be
a
friend
indeed
,
and
see
not
my
defects
,
I
have
a
tale
shall
make
you
laugh
anon
,
and
will
excuse
my
blame
;
prethe
be
thy selfe
,
be
jocund
man
.
Lod.
Nay
,
I
am
soon
perswaded
.
Val.
Where
shall
we
be
?
Tom.
At
the
old
house
.
Val.
Come
then
,
I'le
make
you
laugh
I
sweare
.
Enter
Franciscus
in
disguise
.
Fran.
Thus
by
degrees
,
with
hazard
of
my
life
,
have
I
attain'd
unto
my
wishes
rest
;
and
boldly
gaze
thee
Venice
in
the
face
:
the
time
has
beene
,
Oh
,
but
that
time
is
past
,
when
I
was
more
familiar
with
thy
pompe
,
but
all
that
blisse
is
gone
:
And
murther
now
,
has
with
a
crimson
stain
seal'd
mee
accurst
,
and
like
a
condemn'd
guilty
Fugitive
;
I
wander
in
despaire
;
fearing
the
rustle
of
the
harmlesse
bird
,
and
the
flies
clamor
,
the
Ant
,
the
Waspe
,
and
every
lesser
thing
,
Dreadlesse
of
danger
,
strayes
abroad
for
food
;
Not
caring
who
behold
them
,
But
I
,
alas
,
of
all
;
am
most
unhappy
:
Would
I
were
dead
,
and
past
the
feare
of
that
,
Makes
mee
thus
Cowish
.
Who
art
thou
comm'st
here
,
more
needy
then
my self
?
Enter
Julio
poore
.
Iulio
.
Where
might
I
run
to
meet
destruction
,
And
set
a
period
on
my
wretchednesse
?
Stern
misery
I
know
,
and
feele
thee
now
:
Yet
is
the
earth
content
to
beare
my
weight
,
And
suffer
what
proud
man
disdains
to
know
,
Unlesse
to
spit
upon
,
or
add
to
that
,
Which
wanteth
no
extream
.
Fran.
I
cannot
hold
:
his
voice
,
his
humour
,
I
dare
sweare
as
much
,
'tis
he
;
'Tis
he
by
heaven
,
my
Iulio
.
Iulio
.
Franciscus
,
preserver
of
my
life
;
O
let
mee
kisse
the
ground
whereon
thou
treadest
,
then
rise
to
thank
thee
.
Fran.
That
I
could
spend
my self
to
teares
for
joy
,
beare
witnesse
you
that
know
it
:
Iulio
,
for
ever
dwell
within
these
arms
of
mine
,
thou
truest
among
men
,
I
have
not
power
to
question
thee
,
my
danger
,
my
joy
is
so
excessive
;
runne
all
to
spoyle
,
&
terrour
meet
with
terrour
;
I
feare
none
my
Julio
.
Julio
.
Strike
when
thou
wilt
proud
death
,
I
dare
thee
now
;
For
having
what
I
wisht
,
I
wish
no
more
,
nor
would
entreate
time
to
deferre
a
minuite
to
have
him
rest
an
age
,
since
all
things
must
have
end
,
end
it
at
once
,
my
prayer
is
confirm'd
,
I
have
seene
you
e're
I
die
.
Fran.
And
if
you
love
me
wish
me
not
that
wrong
by
praying
for
your
end
:
doe
not
quite
undoe
me
,
if
you
but
knew
my
heart
,
my
Julio
,
you
would
not
crave't
againe
:
I
could
have
comfort
now
,
and
cleane
forget
the
dangers
I
have
past
,
and
those
pursue
me
still
:
nothing
to
come
can
halfe
so
much
dismay
,
as
thou
dost
comfort
;
be
it
suddaine
death
or
torture
worse
than
it
:
but
for
your
sake
,
would
in
my
wombe
I
had
bin
strangled
,
and
never
drawne
this
aire
.
Julio
.
Where
art
thou
Conscience
?
whither
hast
thou
tooke
Since
thou
didst
leave
mans
breast
?
that
wee
should
all
have
mothers
;
VVisedome
all
,
yet
all
contemne
her
precepts
:
when
you
first
fled
,
and
by
command'ment
from
the
Senate
house
,
your
ships
and
lands
were
siez'd
on
for
the
State
,
those
that
which
staid
them
did
appeare
so
neare
,
as
if
their
blood
had
ty'd
them
to
your
service
,
grew
so
forgetfull
in
a
moments
space
,
that
neither
argument
,
nor
extreame
signes
could
winne
them
to
beliefe
there
had
beene
such
,
as
what
you
were
to
them
:
I
(
as
no
lesse
I
could
)
bound
to't
by
duty
,
spoke
your
merits
still
,
and
did
maintaine
your
right
,
on
the
Allyes
of
your
inconstant
wife
:
but
I
am
poore
for't
,
truth
was
still
despis'd
,
and
lesse
I
could
not
be
.
Fran.
Take
all
I
have
:
had
I
my
former
wealth
,
My
bounty
could
not
recompence
thy
worth
,
And
powre
it
all
before
thee
(
my
deare
Iulio
:
)
Be
not
impatient
with
thy
sufferance
,
he's
above
wil
pay
thee
all
My
debts
,
though
I
should
perish
now
.
Contemn'd
for
me
?
alack
,
alack
,
if
there
be
such
A
thing
in
Charity
,
be
charitable
:
doe
not
curse
the
cause
Of
this
thy
present
want
,
I
doe
beseech
thee
doe
not
thou
Iulio
?
I
prethee
answer
me
,
and
either
doe
what
I
have
wisht
,
Or
cure
the
wound
thou
hast
made
.
Iul.
Good
sir
no
more
:
doe
not
call
all
the
teares
out
of
mine
eyes
;
think
who
I
am
:
would
you
did
but
know
.
Fran.
I
will
not
urge
thee
further
:
Shall
we
here
combine
,
and
shape
our
course
alike
,
And
never
,
never
part
;
yet
pardon
me
,
I
will
not
wish
thee
so
much
injury
To
be
unknowne
of
woman
.
Iulio
.
You
wish
me
not
so
well
,
how e're
you
wish
,
if
you
wish
otherwise
:
your
misery
be
mine
,
and
my
enduring
yours
;
one
grave
receive
our
bones
;
and
hee
that
sayes
this
Sepulcher
is
mine
,
call
it
Francisco's
Tombe
.
Fran.
I
have
a
habite
for
thee
yet
unknowne
,
or
worne
,
But
by
my selfe
:
'tis
not
a
Furlong
from
the
Antique
Beech
,
Whose
hollow
sides
conceales
it
:
bide
but
here
,
Till
I
can
reach
it
from
the
hidden
place
,
And
take
it
for
thine
owne
:
though
homely
,
Yet
the
coursenesse
will
keep
warme
,
And
ward
the
sharpest
blast
.
Iulio
.
You
binde
me
to
my
prayers
.
Fran.
Ile
be
with
thee
straight
.
Iulio
.
Ignorant
honesty
,
shallow
Italian
,
yes
,
live
a
wretch
:
Canst
thou
be
so
fond
to
thinke
me
of
that
mettle
?
hast
thou
eyes
,
and
mayst
,
yet
will
not
see
how
thou
art
o're-recht
:
yes
,
doe
continue
innocent
,
doe
,
and
die
a
foole
,
my
friend
,
my
friend
,
my
very
loyall
friend
,
all
friendship
I
forsweare
,
save
outward
signes
,
which
with
my
garment
J
cast
nightly
off
.
The
father
of
the
slaine
Antonio
promises
liberally
by
Proclamation
to
any
that
can
bring
Francisco
forth
.
I
will
betray
him
,
I
will
be
the
man
shall
purchase
the
reward
:
What
way
I
curses
,
or
care
for
the
report
the
multitude
shall
clamour
therein
.
Ile
imitate
the
Lawyer
,
making
bad
words
my
gaine
.
Franciscus
thou
wast
born
for
my
advancement
:
he's
sunke
himselfe
,
and
fruitlesse
is
the
hope
depends
on
that
which
was
,
and
not
which
is
;
give
me
the
present
,
not
precedent
man
.
Let
me
not
hanker
for
emergency
,
but
take
the
instant
sway
,
the
publish't
recompence
is
mine
,
'tis
sayd
,
'tis
mine
.
Franciscus
puts
a
coat
upon
him
.
Fran.
That
any
should
be
false
—
But
were
there
no
drosse
,
gold
could
not
be
esteem'd
,
nor
nothing
precious
rare
.
Cornelia
let
me
forget
that
name
and
nothing
else
.
Iulio
.
It
is
a
month
and
more
since
she
left
Venice
.
Fran.
Would
I
had
left
the
world
when
I
first
saw
her
.
Julio
.
And
the
same
minuite
did
Phemone
forsake
her
friends
and
kindred
:
but
where
or
whither
they
have
betook
themselves
the
most
knowing
but
conjecture
.
Fran.
How
easie
could
wee
make
our
miseries
,
if
wee
might
live
and
dye
when't
pleas'd
our selves
?
Iulio
.
These
strange
additions
to
my
newes
I
add
,
Antonio's
Carkasse
never
could
be
found
since
yours
and
his
contention
.
Fran.
I
left
him
dead
:
thou
art
still
just
;
some
beast
has
made
that
fouler
beast
his
prey
,
and
made
up
my
revenge
:
but
come
with
me
,
let
us
withdraw
unto
you
thicket
by
,
and
speake
at
large
that
woefull
history
commixt
of
my
proceedings
,
and
pursuith
;
wilst
time's
our
owne
.
Iulio
.
I
would
provide
me
of
some
necessaries
,
small
in
expence
,
which
make
a
mighty
misse
,
and
health
cryes
out
to
have
:
so
if
you
please
but
let
me
fit
my
present
want
,
at
my
returne
enjoyne
me
to
your
will
,
though
it
continue
to
the
latest
date
,
and
I
am
serviceable
.
Fran.
Speake
no
more
such
words
,
but
make
your
owne
content
:
yet
good
Iulio
be
not
absent
long
,
make
me
not
long
to
see
thee
.
Iulio
.
Such
shall
be
my
speed
,
you
will
not
wish
me
sooner
to
returne
.
Fran.
Not
wish
thee
?
yes
,
though
thou
shouldst
make
return
e're
thou
depart
.
Iul.
Marke
the
end
.
Fran.
Be
briefe
,
and
goodnesse
take
with
thee
.
This
Iulio
,
if
desert
might
purchase
Fame
,
deserves
sufficient
:
but
thou
art
partiall
Fortune
in
cramming
Buzzards
,
whilst
the
Eagle
sterves
:
How
many
in
this
fertile
Italy
,
whom
Nature
moulded
when
she
loath'd
her
taske
,
and
blew
her
seed
among
the
ignorant
,
hast
thou
adorn'd
with
plenty
?
whilst
seemely
vertue
,
wrackt
with
poverty
,
jets
under
base
controule
:
There's
no
felicity
,
nor
true
content
here
upon
earth
:
The
Spider
builds
his
Webbe
in
Barnes
and
Palaces
:
and
the
Prince
himselfe
tastes
gall
as
hony
:
Happinesse
there's
none
,
for
least
or
greatest
:
Here
my
griefe
so
parches
me
,
that
it
does
paine
me
to
relate
my
woes
,
and
make
my
feelings
knowne
.
Beneath
this
Hill
a
cleare
and
pleasant
fountaine
curles
along
,
whose
shallownesse
makes
the
small
pibbles
'
peare
above
like
Rocks
,
and
murmure
as
shee
runnes
downe
to
the
silver
Current
,
thither
will
I
high
,
and
borrow
so
much
of
her
watry
store
,
as
will
asswage
my
thirst
:
All
things
are
kinde
,
And
feed
our
wants
when
they
themselves
are
pin'd
.
Enter
Iulio
and
Pusse
.
Iul.
Now
my
Catter-whauling
Pusse
,
how
didst
thou
like
my
last
Cheat
?
did
I
not
foole
them
finely
?
Pusse
.
Thou
art
the
very
meere
Mephostophelus
,
and
I
perswade
my selfe
thou
hast
new
vampt
thy
wits
.
Iulio
.
Tush
these
are
nothing
:
I
have
cheated
one
of
the
bravest
Stats-men
of
the
world
;
the
very
quintessence
of
Spaine
:
Nay
,
I
have
fool'd
him
who
boasted
in
his
Country
,
he
had
guld
all
our
Nation
A
Guelding
is
not
rid
in
the
horse-faire
,
but
hee
is
mine
to
ride
,
maugre
his
Masters
teeth
.
I
have
out-fac'd
a
fellow
of
his
horse
in
the
open
Market
,
sold
him
before
his
face
;
&
but
making
a
question
whether
he
trots
or
ambles
,
ride
away
both
with
the
horse
and
mony
,
my
Pusse
.
Sweet
Munkey
looke
to
the
house
at
home
,
I
must
abroad
againe
,
to
fetch
in
a
new
purchase
.
Pusse
.
Maist
thou
thrive
according
to
thy
will
,
and
to
my
wishes
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Stultissimo
,
Lodwicke
,
Tomaso
,
and
two
Sorieants
.
1.
Serg.
And
what's
your
Action
?
Stult.
Three
hundred
pound
:
bee
you
ready
to
snappe
him
,
and
not
to
escape
you
without
good
baile
:
he's
as
slippery
as
an
Eele
.
2
Serg.
Therefore
we'le
take
him
by
the
shoulder
,
and
not
by
the
taile
;
and
so
we
shall
be
sure
to
hold
him
.
But
can
you
shew
us
the
man
?
Tom.
This
is
his
walk
,
and
without
waiting
long
you
may
spye
him
.
1
Serg.
Say
but
that's
he
,
and
'tis
enough
.
Lod.
Stand
as
close
as
you
can
:
If
he
have
but
the
least
suspition
of
an
arrest
,
he's
gone
in
a
twinkling
.
2
Ser.
But
will
not
you
stay
and
assist
us
?
Stult.
By
no
meanes
;
Ile
but
see
him
in
hucksters
handling
,
and
be
gone
.
Are
you
not
paid
your
Fees
afore-hand
,
and
—
That's
he
now
:
Now
let
him
scape
upon
your
owne
perrill
.
Farewell
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Iulio
.
1
Serg.
If
he
doe
,
say
no
more
:
Yeoman
stand
to
me
.
Iulio
.
Now
let
me
see
:
whom
shall
I
next
encounter
?
1
Serg.
Marry
the
Counter
sir
:
for
we
arrest
you
.
Iulio
.
Ha
,
Counterfeits
so
nigh
?
2
Serg.
Yet
currant
enough
to
carry
you
to
prison
.
Iulio
.
And
yet
your
Counter-tenour
sounds
but
like
scurvy
Musicke
:
am
I
catcht
then
?
I
pray
you
at
whose
suite
?
1
Serg.
At
three
mens
suite
.
Iulio
.
Then
three
merry
men
,
and
three
merry
men
be
we
,
are
we
not
honest
Serjeants
?
well
,
there's
a
peece
to
begin
withall
:
lets
talke
further
of
the
businesse
.
1
Serg.
You
speake
well
sir
,
if
you
hold
on
as
you
beginne
:
and
if
you
can
finde
good
baile
,
tenne
to
one
but
we
shall
prove
as
you
late
cald
us
(
Honest
Serjeants
.
)
Iulio
.
Me thinks
you
doe
not
speak
like
Varlets
:
Enter
a
grave
Doctor
in
serious
discourse
with
a
gentleman
.
Gent.
May
it
please
you
,
sir
,
to
imploy
mine
industry
For
any
further
service
?
Doct.
Something
more
,
Which
in
my
former
Letter
I
forgot
,
I
would
entreat
you
beare
in
memory
:
And
that's
but
this
—
They
whisper
.
Iulio
.
And
in
good
time
:
Know
you
that
reverend
man
?
1
Serg.
Know
him
sir
,
yes
,
for
a
worthy
Doctor
.
Iulio
.
He's
mine
owne
Vncle
:
will
you
take
his
word
.
And
make
it
to
me
as
a
free
discharge
?
If
he
but
say
(
nay
there's
another
peece
)
Ile
see
you
satisfied
?
2
Serg.
Yes
could
we
heare
him
say
so
:
for
hee's
one
whose
word
will
not
be
questioned
.
Iulio
.
'Tis
enough
:
Give
me
but
so
much
leaue
as
speake
unto
him
,
All
Ile
keep
in
faire
distance
:
on
my
life
,
If
he
say
not
Ile
see
you
satisfied
,
I
will
returne
your
prisoner
.
1
Serg.
'Tis
enough
:
for
so
farre
we
dare
trust
you
:
you
have
paid
for't
well
:
but
we
will
watch
him
at
an
inch
.
Iulio
.
I
know
he
will
not
suffer
mee
to
lye
For
such
a
petty
summe
:
Now
braine
or
never
.
Excuse
my
boldnesse
Sir
:
though
it
be
scarce
manners
,
To
interrupt
your
serious
conference
.
Doct.
With
me
sir
is
your
businesse
?
Iulio
.
Such
a
businesse
,
Which
as
it
toucheth
me
in
Charity
,
So
should
it
you
in
Conscience
.
Doct.
Speake
it
pray
.
Julio
.
Look
well
on
these
two
men
.
1
Serg.
He
poynts
at
us
.
Iulio
.
The
one
is
an
arch
Brownist
,
and
the
other
Cannot
endure
to
see
a
Surplesse
worne
:
Subject
indeed
to
no
conformity
;
Yet
both
so
well
perswaded
of
your
learning
,
And
spotlesse
life
,
that
what
you
shall
propose
Th'are
willing
to
subscribe
too
.
Doct.
I
am
as
ready
to
give
them
my
instructions
.
Julio
.
And
please
you
say
so
,
that
they
may
heare
you
sir
.
Doct.
Well
I
will
:
My
honest
friends
,
and
please
you
to
have
the
patience
Till
I
have
ended
with
this
gentleman
,
And
instantly
Ile
see
you
satisfied
.
1
Serg.
It
is
enough
grave
sir
.
Iulio
.
Now
honest
Serjeants
:
what
desire
you
more
?
2
Serg.
Nothing
from
you
sir
.
Iulio
.
I
hope
so
honest
Serjeant
:
you
see
I
deale
fairely
.
Farewell
my
honest
Serjeants
.
Exit
.
Doct.
I
have
told
you
all
:
only
remember
me
to
these
my
noble
friends
.
Gent.
With
all
the
art
My
weake
tongue
can
deliver
.
Exit
Gentlman
.
1
Sergeant
.
So
,
he
is
now
at
leisure
.
Doct.
And
now
I
come
to
you
.
1
Serg.
Most
welcome
,
sir
,
we
stay
for
the
same
purpose
.
Doct.
Now
,
tell
me
briefly
,
which
of
you
is
the
Brownist
?
which
the
other
,
cannot
indure
a
Surplice
?
2
Serg.
You
are
pleasant
,
sir
,
We
waite
here
,
hoping
to
be
satisfied
.
Doct.
And
to
that
end
I
stay
,
for
these
opinions
So
erroneous
and
so
grosse
.
1
Serg.
Sir
,
all
the
opinion
that
we
hold
is
that
you
will
pay
us
the
mony
.
Doct.
Still
obstinate
in
errour
;
'tis
this
mony
,
And
worldly
care
on
which
so
much
you
doate
:
Breeds
in
you
these
distractions
.
1
Serg.
Please
you
to
pay
the
mony
,
you
shall
finde
us
conformable
in
all
things
.
Doct.
Mony
my
friends
,
are
not
you
Sectaries
?
2
Serg.
Sectaries
;
no
,
sir
,
we
are
Sergeants
.
Doct.
Sergeants
;
and
waite
for
me
?
I
owe
you
mony
?
1
Serg.
Yes
,
sir
,
for
your
Nephew
that
was
with
you
but
now
,
and
told
you
of
it
;
&
we
heard
you
say
,
you
would
see
us
satisfied
.
Doct.
The
man's
to
me
a
stranger
I
protest
,
And
his
request
was
I
should
satisfie
you
In
some
points
of
Religion
.
1
Serg.
Religion
,
sir
,
'tis
a
theam
we
seldome
think
of
,
But
three
hundred
pound
is
mony
.
Doct.
But
I
tell
you
,
I
past
my
word
for
counsell
not
for
coine
,
And
this
is
all
that
you
from
me
can
have
:
Endure
a
Surplice
,
and
beware
a
Knave
.
Exit
.
2
Serg.
Had
we
not
warning
sufficient
of
this
before
?
1
Serg.
Well
,
howsoever
,
we
have
had
good
counsell
,
If
we
had
the
grace
to
follow
it
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
quintus
.
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Arbaces
,
and
Julio
in
good
apparell
,
with
three
or
foure
with
weapons
.
Julio
.
ASsure
me
of
the
promist
recompence
,
I'le
bring
you
to
his
presence
.
Arba.
Heare
me
a
word
.
They
whisper
aside
.
Enter
Vallentius
,
Lod
wick
,
Tomaso
,
Stultissimo
and
Fub.
Val.
Now
Signior
,
how
do
you
feele
you
selfe
?
How
like
you
marriage
?
Stult.
Faith
it's
a
pretty
quaint
thing
,
and
there's
much
good
sport
belongs
to't
,
would
I
were
unmarried
again
?
Lod.
Why
?
are
you
weary
of
Clariflora
already
?
Stult.
Weary
no
,
but
I
would
have
store
.
Fub.
Harke
you
,
sir
,
take
my
counsell
;
though
store
be
no
sore
,
meddle
with
no
more
of
them
,
lest
you
make
me
a
Prophet
,
and
get
many
a
sore
head
by
the
match
:
have
you
not
heard
the
ancient
saying
,
No
man
can
serve
two
masters
?
Lod.
That's
true
,
but
any
man
may
serve
two
Mistresses
.
Fub.
And
serve
their
turns
well
.
Lod.
Nay
,
i'le
leave
that
to
the
performer
.
Fub.
Hark
you
Master
Lodwick
,
you
or
any
man
may
thinke
he
does
well
,
and
yet
come
short
.
Lod.
Briefly
,
directly
,
and
learnedly
spoken
,
sweet
Fub
.
Fub.
I
speak
by
proof
.
Lod.
Go
to
,
you
are
a
Knave
Fub
.
Fub.
Hold
your
peace
,
there's
more
in
the
company
.
Val.
Well
said
,
yfaith
,
thank
him
Lodwick
.
Fub.
It's
not
worth
it
,
though
I
should
say
as
much
by
you
.
Tom.
This
fellow
flows
with
wit
.
Stult.
Gallants
,
when
were
you
at
Court
?
I
have
been
desired
thether
fortie
times
,
my
wife
(
I
thinke
)
has
a
hundred
friends
there
:
besides
Cooks
and
Pantlers
,
that
she
has
had
many
a
good
thing
of
,
and
they
have
sworn
to
bid
me
welcome
for
her
sake
.
Val.
You
may
see
what
comes
by
marriage
?
Fub.
If
we
might
see
all
that
comes
by
marriage
,
there
would
be
old
butting
abroad
?
Arba.
Here's
the
summe
,
perform
thy
word
,
and
claime
it
.
Val.
Good
morrow
,
good
Arbaces
.
Iulio
.
Make
me
not
known
to
these
?
Arba.
Vallentius
.
Val.
Hee
?
Arba.
Are
you
not
mad
,
I
heard
no
lesse
of
late
.
Lod.
Report's
a
calumnious
quean
,
and
will
abuse
vertue
it self
you
see
,
both
what
he
is
,
and
what
he
was
?
Arba.
I
am
not
sorrie
,
that
I
am
deceiv'd
:
heare
you
not
of
Franciscus
.
Exit
Arbaces
with
Julio
,
and
the
Watch
.
Val.
Upon
my
credit
nothing
.
Arba.
Faire
be
your
companie
,
come
Gentlemen
.
Lod.
What's
he
that
throws
his
Cloake
about
his
nose
?
Is
it
not
Iulio
?
Tom.
By
all
exterior
seeming
?
Val.
My
life
'tis
he
?
Lod.
What
should
this
mean
?
Val.
I
was
asking
that
.
Tom.
Mark't
you
Arbaces
:
he
hath
some
drift
in
hand
.
Val.
Did
you
not
note
his
followers
?
Lod.
Yes
,
and
the
Arms
they
carried
.
Val.
Shall
we
trace
them
,
sirs
?
and
leave
our
wonder
:
I
dare
gage
my
life
,
the
knowledge
will
deserve
the
industry
?
Tom.
You
speake
my
words
.
Lod.
Hee
named
Franciscus
.
Val.
Yes
,
and
question'd
me
.
Tom.
Withall
,
observ'd
you
but
his
speed
.
Val.
Come
,
wee
will
pursue
him
.
Stult.
La
,
la
,
la
,
la
:
nay
,
I
pray
take
me
with
you
Gentlemen
.
Fub.
If
not
for
company
,
for
mirth's
sake
,
take
heed
before
there
.
Enter
Franciscus
alone
.
Fran.
In
mightie
men
how
great
appears
the
vertue
nere
so
small
;
how
small
the
vice
,
though
mighty
Philosophie
,
they
rules
bridles
my
cogitations
,
and
prolongs
,
what
manhood
would
disdain
,
the
time
to
come
appales
my
courage
and
strikes
instant
feares
through
every
nerve
and
artery
:
might
wee
like
beasts
end
when
wee
die
,
and
never
make
account
in
no
other
place
then
heer
:
what
heart
so
base
would
feare
the
threatning
Law
?
Flatter
the
Judge
to
save
him
:
I
would
not
sure
:
but
there
is
blisse
and
torment
much
to
come
,
wee
cannot
thinke
on't
yet
the
Resurrection
aws
me
,
I
am
much
distempered
,
and
want
of
companie
,
begets
in
me
millions
of
terrours
:
Iulio
tarries
long
,
my
Orisons
secure
him
,
could
the
teares
wash
the
bloud
but
of
my
hands
,
my
minde
were
something
free
.
Enter
Julio
mufled
,
Arbaces
and
a
Guard
.
Julio
.
This
is
the
place
,
and
there
Franciscus
walks
.
Arba.
Where
?
Iulio
.
That's
he
:
apprehend
him
,
i'le
not
be
seen
in't
.
Arba.
Your
office
,
sir
.
Fran.
What
are
these
for
men
.
Arba.
Lay
hands
upon
him
.
Fran.
What
mean
you
friends
?
Constable
.
This
we
mean
to
attach
you
,
as
a
murderer
.
Fran.
Arbaces
,
I
am
betray'd
.
Arba.
Look
to
the
homicide
,
such
mercie
as
a
Tiger
yields
his
prey
,
when
he's
pincht
for
want
of
what's
his
booty
,
expect
from
me
thou
murtherer
.
Fran.
None
I
have
deserv'd
,
or
am
about
to
crave
,
I
know
the
worst
,
my
life
thou
canst
but
have
,
'Tis
thine
;
I
make
a
tender
of
it
ere
the
sentence
come
,
&
give
thy
labour
ease
,
alas
,
poor
Iulio
:
thou
wilt
unfriended
,
run
thy
future
race
without
societie
,
I
pitty
thee
my
friend
more
then
my selfe
,
danger
to
me
is
such
,
I
do
expect
and
dread
not
.
Fare
thee
well
,
my
breach
of
promise
,
is
not
with
my
will
,
but
meerly
on
constraint
.
Enter
the
Gentlemen
.
Arba.
Lead
him
hence
.
Lod.
Here
they
are
.
Val.
Who
have
we
here
bound
to
the
good
behaviour
?
Franciscus
!
Lod.
My
deare
friend
.
Tom.
My
brother
.
Arba.
Officers
,
why
doe
you
linger
thus
,
away
with
him
?
Val.
How
fare
you
,
sir
?
Fran.
Sicke
,
sicke
to
death
Vallentius
:
shall
wee
hence
?
Exit
Franciscus
with
guard
.
Tom.
I
now
behold
my
feare
,
when
I
did
heare
Arbaces
speak
of
him
.
Val.
Something
of
badnesse
shoot
me
instantly
,
but
hee
does
pierce
me
through
.
Lod.
Good
Gentleman
.
Tom.
Has
he
recided
here
since
he
first
fled
?
Val.
I
thought
him
now
in
Millain
,
where
hee
did
trafficke
much
.
Lod.
I
wonder
how
he
came
to
be
discovered
?
Tom.
Beshrew
my
bloud
,
I
pitty
his
estate
.
Val.
Will
you
accord
with
mee
,
shew
that
respect
you
once
did
tender
him
,
and
withall
willingnes
strive
to
invent
a
means
may
do
him
ease
.
Lod.
What
,
my
sword
,
my
word
,
or
wealth
can
doe
is
his
,
command
it
for
him
?
Val.
Let
us
petition
to
his
rough
adversary
,
and
like
true
Suppliants
in
our
own
behalfs
,
draw
mercy
from
Arbaces
.
Tom.
Agreed
.
Val.
About
it
then
,
and
our
intentions
thrive
.
Manet
Julio
.
Iulio
.
The
gold
is
mine
,
his
certain
bondage
does
assure
mee
it
,
why
should
I
be
an
Asse
,
and
nicely
stand
on
that
no
Trades-man
does
:
no
thrifty
one
,
what
conscience
,
any
thing
but
such
a
word
:
our
wise
divines
that
preach
an't
,
know
it
not
,
nor
make
good
use
of
that
,
or
ought
they
say
,
but
of
good
mony
:
this
I
daily
see
,
and
sometime
make
my
daily
meditation
,
all's
Ceremonie
compos'd
for
purpose
:
But
be
it
what
it
will
,
this
is
my
grace
,
If
not
for
one
,
I'me
for
the
othe
place
.
Enter
the
Duke
of
Venice
,
two
Senators
,
Crissipus
,
Arbaces
,
Vallentius
,
Tomaso
,
Lodwick
,
Clarke
,
and
others
.
Duke
.
Bring
the
offender
forth
.
Cris.
Have
mercie
,
good
my
Lord
.
Duke
.
Believe't
thou
mayst
sooner
move
a
rock
,
which
neither
blustring
winde
,
nor
boisterous
Sea
could
shake
or
swallow
,
then
beget
remorse
or
smallest
favour
in
so
foule
a
case
:
I
were
unjust
,
and
much
unmeet
to
be
the
man
I
am
,
should
wee
shew
mercie
where
the
crime
deserves
,
beyond
the
laws
extent
.
He
that
shall
pardon
murder
,
take't
from
me
,
is
accessary
to
the
guilty
deed
,
and
stands
in
self
predicament
:
Heaven
defend
we
should
be
such
,
were
he
my
Nephew
,
nay
,
my
first-borne
sonne
,
or
one
more
neere
:
let
me
not
be
blest
in
my
proceedings
,
if
our
Authoritie
should
blinde
his
sinne
,
or
alter
justice
course
,
set
him
forth
:
what
favour
equitie
can
yield
be
his
,
no
more
expect
Crisippus
.
Enter
Officers
with
Franciscus
.
Pri.
Sen.
Read
the
indictment
.
Fran.
Save
that
pains
,
guilty
,
nor
do
repent
,
that
in
my
wrath
I
did
,
whereof
I
stand
convict
.
Duke
.
Art
thou
not
sorrie
for
thy
hainous
crime
?
Fran.
No
mighty
sir
,
but
rather
joy
the
more
,
in
that
it
breviats
my
passage
here
,
which
I
would
willingly
leave
.
Arba.
Impudent
homicide
:
justice
good
my
Lord
,
with
that
severitie
which
they
deserve
,
which
wilfully
commit
—
Duke
.
Arise
,
thou
needst
not
kneele
,
nor
beg
for
justice
,
be
assured
Arbaces
:
such
his
deservings
,
such
his
punishment
,
and
cruell
as
the
cause
,
thou
most
bruitish
man
,
nay
,
beast
or
something
worse
:
hadst
thou
no
humanitie
,
no
sparke
of
reason
then
,
nor
sence
,
to
thinke
thy
trespasse
foule
and
ugly
?
do'st
not
repent
thy
tyranny
in
death
,
though
not
the
deed
it self
:
fie
on
thee
monster
,
hast
thou
a
foule
and
dreadst
not
her
perdition
:
what
heathen
savage
,
nay
,
what
ruder
thing
,
having
the
life
thou
soughtst
,
would
have
enacted
such
a
deed
of
ruth
,
as
thou
,
thou
worst
of
creatures
,
on
the
image
and
livelesse
carcasse
of
thy
loving
friend
.
Pri.
Sen.
'Twas
most
uncivill
,
most
unchristianly
.
2
Sen.
An
act
,
a
Tigre
would
not
have
perform'd
,
on
one
that
had
slain
his
brood
.
Fran.
Heare
me
good
my
Lord
.
Arba.
My
poore
Antonio
.
Fran.
That
I
did
take
his
life
,
I
have
confest
,
what
further
accusations
laid
on
mee
,
is
meerly
malice
,
and
proceed
from
some
,
could
wish
my
torment
worse
.
Arba.
Out
on
thee
butcher
:
give
me
leave
my
Lord
.
Clark
.
Silence
.
Duke
.
Canst
thou
deny
thy
wrathfull
crueltie
,
impetuous
tyranny
,
and
fell
revenge
upon
his
bleeding
trunk
?
Fran.
Unlesse
I
should
belie
my selfe
,
and
speake
like
a
vaine
boaster
,
more
then
what
I
did
,
I
must
say
this
is
false
,
and
hee's
from
truth
,
as
farre
as
I
am
from
hope
of
life
,
begot
this
slander
.
Duke
.
Produce
your
proofe
Arbaces
,
strike
blushes
through
the
cheeks
of
this
false
man
,
and
let
him
see
his
shame
.
Fran.
What
Devill
should
be
rais'd
from
the
lowest
hell
,
to
justifie
this
wrong
?
Tom.
This
is
strange
.
Lod.
I
never
thought
Franciscus
one
so
foule
,
as
I
behold
him
now
.
Val.
Not
thought
,
I
durst
have
sworn
him
of
a
purer
mettle
,
and
better
temper
farre
.
Enter
Julio
and
Arbaces
.
Iulio
.
Prosperitie
to
the
Venetian
State
.
Fran.
Iulio
:
he's
not
his
proof
I
hope
.
Duke
.
Is
this
the
Gentleman
?
Arba.
This
is
he
my
Lord
.
Duke
.
Make
room
,
give
way
there
.
Fran.
How
comes
this
about
?
2
Sen.
The
fact's
confest
,
my
Lord
,
what
need
we
further
wade
into
the
Law
,
or
heap
on
troubles
which
we
may
eschew
,
upon
so
plain
a
case
?
the
crime
is
Murder
,
Murder
is
confest
,
then
as
you
finde
the
guilt
,
proceed
to
judgement
,
and
make
no
further
question
.
Duke
.
We
shall
be
suddain
.
Fran.
My
sentence
,
good
my
Lord
.
Duke
.
Speake
,
sir
,
can
you
report
any
thing
more
touching
this
businesse
then
what
already
is
delivered
here
in
the
open
Court
.
Iulio
.
No
more
or
lesse
,
then
what
his
owne
tongue
uttered
,
can
I
or
have
to
say
.
Fran.
How's
that
?
Iulio
.
We
were
once
friends
:
once
had
I
such
opinion
of
his
vertues
,
my
life
and
estimation
were
both
his
,
hee
might
command
them
,
much
it
were
to
speake
of
all
that
past
between
us
:
thus
in
short
,
I
would
some
other
were
compell'd
to
this
,
which
you
have
tied
me
too
,
my
neerest
friend
alive
.
Duke
.
Arbaces
:
was
this
the
man
gave
you
first
notice
where
this
Murderer
kept
?
Arba.
The
same
my
Lord
.
Fran.
Did
he
betray
me
?
can
this
be
.
2
Sen.
Forward
.
1
Sen.
Speake
.
Iulio
.
Must
we
be
enforc'd
,
what
should
I
speak
,
hee
flue
him
,
ript
his
bowels
,
mangled
him
,
and
in
his
wrath
,
as
man
will
any
thing
:
tumbled
his
reeking
quarters
downe
a
Vault
most
steep
and
lothsome
:
what
of
this
,
hee
might
deserve
much
worse
austeritie
,
yet
this
was
bad
enough
?
Fran.
Ha
?
Arba.
Justice
,
gracious
Prince
,
justice
,
justice
,
sir
.
Duke
.
Is
this
truth
?
Iulio
.
Let
me
be
depos'd
—
Lod.
The
most
erronious
,
execrable
part
that
ever
was
perform'd
.
Val.
Were
hee
my
father
,
should
forget
himselfe
,
and
match
this
outrage
,
mercy
quite
forsake
me
if
I
would
sue
his
pardon
.
Tom.
It
was
ruthlesse
,
fell
,
and
bloudie
.
Duke
.
Look
not
up
for
shame
,
thou
hast
no
interest
there
.
Fran.
I
have
done
wrong
,
mightie
,
mightie
wrong
.
Duke
.
Canst
thou
behold
it
now
?
Fran.
Pardon
me
father
,
pardon
good
Arbaces
:
that
villaine
,
that
foule
villaine
.
Enter
Antonio
,
Cornelia
,
Phemone
,
and
Shepheard
.
Antonio
.
'Twas
time
to
come
.
Cor.
Shew
mercie
,
mercie
,
Duke
.
Phe.
Pittie
our
complaints
,
have
some
compassion
.
Duke
.
What
are
these
that
make
this
earnest
deprecation
,
with
such
a
heartie
zeale
;
are
they
well
known
to
this
assembly
?
Tom.
Cornelia
,
sister
.
Val.
Faire
Phemone
.
Cris.
When
will
these
humid
fountains
be
dried
up
,
and
yield
no
more
warme
drops
?
Cor.
My
sweet
Franciscus
.
Fran.
Some
good
or
bad
thing
fell
mee
suddenly
,
let
mee
behold
no
more
.
Duke
.
Is
that
his
wife
?
Val.
She
was
my
Lord
,
while
some
hard
fate
dis-joyn'd
their
mutuall
league
,
and
burst
the
holy
concord
.
Fran.
Wilt
thou
pardon
me
and
live
a
happie
one
,
when
I
am
dead
,
and
lapt
in
this
cold
earth
.
Cor.
Franciscus
I
was
ever
true
to
you
.
Fran.
I
see
it
,
and
believe
:
that
villaine
,
oh
,
that
villaine
!
Duke
.
Harken
thy
sentence
.
Fran.
Heare
mee
my
good
Lord
,
little
I
have
to
say
,
yet
to
much
grief
tend
my
few
words
,
this
traitor
,
nay
,
'tis
title
all
too
good
for
one
so
hainous
foule
,
that
he
is
perjur'd
,
by
the
death
I
owe
his
latest
words
do
witnesse
what
hee
is
more
,
and
worse
:
with
pardon
Lords
,
I
shall
delate
at
large
,
that
all
hereafter
may
example
take
,
and
shun
a
villaines
snare
;
I
tooke
him
up
,
when
like
an
Adder
in
the
frosty
dew
,
the
cold
had
starved
him
:
that
I
had
set
my
foot
upon
his
head
,
when
to
my
bosome
I
did
take
the
Serpent
,
not
cherisht
,
comforted
long
had
he
been
,
but
hee
both
bit
and
stung
mee
:
foolish
man
I
was
to
be
so
fond
,
not
many
months
,
nor
happy
days
I
had
with
this
most
truest
,
most
immaculate
piece
,
but
that
perfidious
Caitiffe
,
that
blacke
fiend
by
strange
suggestions
,
and
invented
projects
,
draws
mee
into
a
confirm'd
jealousie
,
that
she
had
stained
her
honour
,
falsly
playd
with
young
Antonio
.
Anton.
O
forgive
me
heaven
,
what
is
this
?
Fran.
I
from
my
wrong
conceiv'd
,
least
could
I
not
,
Drew
him
apart
into
a
silent
Grove
,
Having
before
vow'd
solemnly
revenge
,
Where
I
made
some
repetition
of
my
griefe
:
he
still
(
I
see
him
)
innnocent
gentleman
,
taking
my
words
For
such
as
Lovers
use
,
when
they
are
wanton
,
Smiles
me
in
the
face
,
and
would
not
thing
'twas
anger
.
Ant.
Tis
truth
he
speakes
.
Fran.
This
inkindled
me
,
and
as
Boare
,
When
he
does
chaw
his
foame
,
predicts
some
mischiefe
,
So
my
bended
front
fore-told
his
ruine
,
Forth
I
drew
my
sword
,
and
sheathed
it
Within
his
breast
,
what
else
is
added
,
He's
a
Jew
averres
,
and
falser
than
a
whore
.
Iulio
.
See
,
see
the
Ages
wickednesse
:
can
it
be
possible
?
O
miserable
time
,
when
men
make
no
more
reckoning
of
their
soules
!
Fye
,
fye
,
Francisco
,
thinke
upon
your
end
,
and
whither
you
must
goe
.
Most
reverend
Fathers
,
observe
you
this
his
contumacy
:
I
shall
I
feare
be
forc'd
to
speak
what
in
my
heart
till
now
I
chested
,
and
rib'd
in
,
because
mine
oath
,
'twas
not
my
wil
hath
heare
constrained
me
to
expose
his
blame
,
my
soule
had
vowed
to
hide
;
Note
into
malice
how
he
throwes
himselfe
,
and
would
staine
my
reputation
with
a
calumnious
lye
.
Fran.
Art
thou
a
man
,
or
something
else
;
oh
foole
,
foole
.
Ant.
Is
this
possible
?
Duk.
Give
eare
unto
thy
sentence
.
They
talke
in
private
.
Ant.
I
must
,
in
—
Duke
.
Did
not
I
say
he's
mad
,
starke
raving
mad
,
away
with
him
.
The
man's
alive
that's
dead
.
Val.
Yes
,
they
supt
together
:
I
love
this
fellow
.
Iulio
.
Your
Grace
shall
doe
well
to
punish
this
saucy
groom
.
Ant.
You
are
a
most
pernicious
damn'd
villaine
,
and
your
soule
knowes
it
.
Arb.
Come
,
sir
,
depart
,
&
rave
not
,
or
I
shall
see
you
whipt
.
Ant.
Good
Father
pardon
;
pardon
mighty
Duke
,
pardon
Antonio
,
cause
of
this
disquiet
.
Lod.
Antonio
?
Val.
By
this
light
he
supt
with
him
indeed
.
Fran.
It
is
not
so
,
this
cannot
be
.
Jul.
Is
there
no
mountaine
nigh
to
fall
on
me
,
no
roten
house
?
Arb.
I
know
not
whether
I
may
call
thee
sonne
,
or
rest
in
doubt
for
ever
.
Ant.
I
am
Antonio
,
and
I
was
your
son
,
when
I
left
Venice
last
.
Duk.
Is
no
man
here
amaz'd
but
onely
I
?
Anto.
My
deare
Phemone
!
Phem.
Were
you
the
Shepheard
?
Ant.
You
see
chaste
Cornelia
.
Arb.
Was
ever
man
so
blest
?
Ant.
Nay
,
come
Francisco
,
I
must
have
your
hand
:
I
can
as
well
forgive
,
as
I
can
love
;
and
nothing
more
than
both
:
good
Crissippus
,
my
old
friend
.
Val.
You
have
bin
a
stranger
Signior
;
but
I'me
glad
'tis
thus
.
Julio
would
be
gone
.
Duk.
Whither
away
:
stay
him
officers
;
wee
have
not
done
with
you
.
Iulio
.
Wither
shall
I
runne
to
hide
my selfe
?
What
Climate
,
or
what
Region
?
Pardon
greatest
Prince
.
Pardon
grave
Fathers
.
Arb.
Against
that
prayer
kneele
I
:
No
pardon
Prince
,
as
thou
dost
hope
for
blisse
.
Cris.
Grant
him
a
halter
;
nothing
else
good
Duke
.
Duk.
Give
him
his
liberty
:
Art
thou
so
impudent
to
pleade
for
mercy
,
and
beg
of
me
,
having
committed
such
a
capitall
trespasse
here
in
my
view
?
Fran.
Though
what
I
speake
,
with
some
additions
,
I
have
done
and
more
,
and
he
more
false
has
plaid
,
than
I
have
said
,
blot
his
offences
:
be
propitious
Sir
.
Ant.
Though
the
greatest
sufferance
fell
on
my
part
,
I
here
acquit
him
,
and
beseech
for
mercy
.
Fran.
Yet
be
compendious
,
and
possesse
this
presence
,
what
cause
thou
hadst
that
tempted
thee
so
badly
to
seek
my
ruine
.
Iulio
.
The
Devill
and
his
Angels
.
Fran.
O
fie
Ioretzo
.
Duke
.
How
Ioretzo
?
not
the
sonne
of
that
pernitious
traytor
,
had
plotted
with
Lamunes
for
summes
of
gold
to
burn
our
City
?
Fran.
He's
dead
,
and
suffered
for
the
same
offence
.
Duke
.
When
brought
the
toad
forth
other
than
himselfe
,
unlesse
'twere
something
worse
?
Ant.
Forget
his
Fathers
faults
:
be
pittifull
.
Duke
.
He
that
prayes
next
in
his
behalfe
,
by
heaven
friends
not
himself
,
and
is
mine
enemy
:
We
have
too
long
suffered
such
Weeds
as
these
to
flourish
in
our
soyle
:
No
more
the
bosome
of
this
earth
of
ours
,
shall
(
like
a
mother
)
lend
her
fruitlesse
encrease
,
to
cherish
those
would
bane
her
:
The
sword
of
justice
cut
the
justice
off
that
keeps
it
sheath'd
to
such
:
His
deeds
were
shamefull
,
his
rewards
be
so
,
and
quittance
his
desert
:
Seare
on
his
brow
in
letters
cappitall
,
the
name
of
knave
,
that
all
behold
may
reade
him
what
he
is
,
and
hate
him
in
the
sight
:
His
next
doome
is
this
;
after
three
daies
we
charge
thee
on
thy
life
,
never
set
foote
more
in
thy
Native
Climate
.
So
,
beare
him
to
his
torture
,
speech
is
vaine
:
For
what
is
said
there's
nothing
can
restraine
.
Exit
Iulio
.
Arb.
Most
worthy
Prince
.
Lod.
Ile
be
honester
while
I
live
for
this
trick
.
Fran.
Can
you
forgive
mine
injury
,
Antonio
?
Ant.
As
freely
as
I
hope
to
be
forgiven
;
and
crave
no
more
amends
,
but
onely
this
you'le
call
me
brother
,
and
make
Phemone
mine
.
Fran.
I
need
not
make
what's
made
,
take
and
enjoy
her
that
hath
vow'd
to
be
none
but
yours
.
Cris.
Thy
hand
Arbaces
,
our
quarrell's
or'e
,
we'le
no
fighting
.
Arb.
Fight
,
yes
:
I
hope
we
shall
find
something
else
to
doe
.
Cris.
Daughter
I
have
done
thee
wrong
too
;
but
Ile
seeke
forgivenesse
when
we
have
more
leasure
.
Fran.
This
day
breeds
wonders
:
by
what
accident
scapt
you
of
your
wounds
?
Ant.
Here
stands
the
meanes
,
whom
I
must
ever
tender
with
respect
,
as
with
my
full
proceedings
you
shall
heare
,
when
none
can
interrupt
.
Duk.
Francisco
,
henceforth
know
your
vertuous
wife
,
&
prize
her
as
a
jewell
:
I
have
heard
the
world
speake
well
of
her
,
and
those
unmatch'd
wish
they
may
have
your
fortunes
.
Lodwicke
where's
the
dumbe
shew
you
promis'd
me
.
Lod.
Even
ready
my
Lord
;
but
may
be
cald
a
motion
:
for
puppits
wil
speak
but
such
corrupt
language
,
you'le
never
understand
without
an
interpreter
,
or
a
short
plot
;
which
I
have
drawn
thus
—
Now
the
motion
followes
.
Enter
Doctor
.
Doct.
What
not
divulge
:
yes
,
yes
,
I
will
divulge
.
Duk.
The
jealous
Doctor
:
I
have
him
.
Doct.
Doe
me
right
,
sweet
Duke
,
doe
me
right
.
Duk.
What
art
?
Doct.
A
foole
,
a
physitian
,
a
maintainer
of
whoredome
,
with
a
poxe
to
me
.
Duk.
Then
Medice
cura
teipsum
;
more
knave
than
foole
,
the
plot's
false
drawne
else
:
away
with
em
.
Lod.
Come
sir
,
depart
.
Doct.
Purge
mee
Duke
,
purge
me
,
or
let
my
wife
take
out
my
corrupted
braines
,
and
rince
them
in
a
Cucking-stoole
:
I
come
Skimmington
,
I
come
.
Exit
.
Lod.
Vallentius
you
must
take
some
order
for
the
Doctors
cure
:
he
befriended
you
in
as
great
a
courtesie
.
Enter
Stultissimo
and
Fub.
Stult.
Trot
on
afore
:
is
the
Corne-cutter
come
yet
?
Fub.
The
Horne-cutter
is
come
,
sir
.
Stult.
On
,
on
to
the
Leaguer
then
:
I
am
ashamed
to
show
my
head
amongst
Animalls
:
on
to
the
Leaguer
.
Exit
.
Val.
This
is
a
Monster
of
your
making
,
Lodwicke
,
buy
him
a
Cap-case
to
hide
up
his
hornes
in
,
for
shame
o'th'
world
.
Lod.
Come
we
are
both
—
A
great
Hubub
and
noise
,
a
ringing
of
basons
,
a
great
many
Boyes
before
,
and
Julio
drawne
in
a
Cart
.
1
Boy
.
He
comes
,
he
comes
.
2
Boy
.
Where
doth
he
come
?
hee
is
rather
drawne
hither
like
a
Bare
to
a
stake
.
3
Boy
.
What
in
a
Coach
?
1
Boy
.
Nay
,
rather
in
an
open
Charriot
:
and
yet
it
cannot
bee
properly
called
a
Chariot
,
because
it
runnes
but
on
two
Wheeles
.
2
Boy
.
Roome
for
him
there
:
for
I
am
sure
hee
had
rather
any
here
had
his
roome
than
his
company
.
3
Boy
.
Silence
there
;
you
in
the
Docket
there
,
let
but
one
speake
in
the
Court
at
once
.
All
.
Silence
.
Julio
.
Noverint
universi
,
It
is
the
Dukes
mercy
;
And
the
condition
of
my
Obligation
,
To
make
my
recantation
,
That
I
within
bound
,
Should
give
reasons
profound
,
Why
(
much
against
my
heart
)
I
thus
ride
in
a
Cart
.
Nay
,
gentlemen
,
no
egges
I
beseech
you
:
for
I
love
them
at
this
time
,
neither
raw
,
roasted
,
nor
rotten
.
For
should
they
hit
me
on
the
breast
,
they
would
goe
cleane
against
my
stomacke
.
Tomaso
in
a
corner
of
the
Gallery
.
Tom.
You
Phaeton
.
Is
that
your
Father
Phoebus
his
Chariot
,
and
will
he
allow
you
never
a
Boxe
to
sit
in
?
Iulio
.
No
juglers
Boxe
,
Ile
assure
thee
friend
:
for
here's
neither
passe
,
nor
repasse
,
I
stand
here
you
see
for
an
example
,
And
could
wish
all
these
good
people
to
follow
it
.
Lodwicke
in
another
corner
.
Lod.
Who's
that
,
Bootes
mounted
in
his
Charles
waine
?
doth
he
cry
Pippings
,
Carrets
,
or
Turneps
?
Iulio
.
You
are
deceived
,
Signior
:
rather
Bread
,
and
Meate
,
as
Pye-crust
,
bones
,
and
fragments
out
of
the
Ludgate
mans
basket
:
Nay
,
hold
your
hands
,
I
beseech
you
Gentlemen
,
and
use
your
tongues
and
spare
not
.
Stul.
Well
,
he
stands
heare
but
for
a
shew
,
and
I
am
sure
I
suffered
for
it
really
and
indeed
.
Iulio
.
Beare
witnesse
my
Masters
,
that
is
the
maine
malefactor
indeed
,
and
I
stand
here
for
a
show
:
Ile
goe
no
further
than
his
owne
confession
.
A
Country
fellow
standing
by
.
Country
fel.
They
talke
of
Cheaters
,
here
is
a
twenty
shillings
peece
that
I
put
into
my
mouth
,
let
any
Cheater
in
Christendome
cousen
me
of
this
,
and
carry
it
away
cleanly
,
and
Ile
not
only
forgive
him
,
but
hugge
him
and
imbrace
him
for
it
,
and
say
he
is
a
very
Hocus Pocus
indeed
.
Iulio
.
What
said
that
fellow
?
Pusse
.
He
saith
he
hath
a
peece
in
his
mouth
,
that
all
Europe
shall
not
cheate
him
of
.
Julio
.
I
have
markt
him
,
'tis
mine
owne
:
and
notwithstanding
all
this
melancholy
we'le
spend
it
at
night
in
Wine
and
Musicke
.
Count
.
fel.
Hee
that
can
plucke
this
peece
out
of
my
jawes
,
spight
of
my
teeth
,
and
I
keepe
my
mouth
fast
shut
,
Ile
say
hee
is
more
than
a
Cheater
,
and
a
Doctor
Faustus
,
or
Mephostophilus
at
least
.
Puss.
Dost
heare
how
he
brags
?
Jullio
.
'Tis
mine
own
I
warrant
thee
.
Two
Countrimen
.
1
Count
.
But
what's
become
of
my
horse
?
2
Count
.
And
what's
become
of
my
load
of
hay
?
Iulio
.
May
I
eate
hay
with
your
horse
,
if
they
were
not
both
done
neatly
and
cleanly
.
But
Gentlemen
,
and
the
rest
,
you
see
I
am
at
this
present
your
pittifull
spectacle
.
I
lookt
once
within
this
twelve month
,
not
to
have
been
mounted
in
such
state
:
but
no
man
knows
what
preferment
hee
is
born
to
.
You
see
I
have
hitherto
sayled
through
this
great
storme
without
soyling
my
Suite
,
spoyling
my
Ruffe
,
or
spattering
my
Beaver
:
thanks
to
these
kinde
spectators
.
1
Serg.
But
Master
Fast
and
Loose
;
doe
you
remember
what
a
slippery
trick
you
served
Master
Doctor
and
us
?
Iulio
.
And
was
it
not
fairely
done
Master
Sergeant
,
to
teach
you
how
to
disgest
the
wearing
of
a
Surplice
,
before
you
came
to
stand
in
a
white
sheet
.
1
Serg.
Well
now
you
are
at
your
journies
end
:
May
it
please
you
to
alight
for
your
ease
?
Iulio
.
With
all
my
heart
:
and
if
either
you
or
any
of
my
accusers
be
weary
with
following
me
on
foot
,
the
Room
is
now
empty
,
I
will
give
him
leave
to
ride
in
my
place
.
Hee
seems
to
fall
into
a
passion
.
Yet
when
I
doe
but
think
of
this
disaster
,
it
draws
teares
from
mine
eyes
.
He
draws
his
handkerchiefe
(
as
to
wipe
his
eyes
)
just
before
the
Country
fellow
,
and
scatters
some
small
mony
.
Country
fellow
.
Sir
,
you
have
(
I
think
)
let
fall
some
mony
.
Iulio
.
Thanks
honest
friend
.
He
takes
it
up
.
Count
.
fel.
What
do
you
look
for
?
I
can
assure
you
here
is
all
that
fell
.
Iulio
.
Nay
,
sure
I
had
more
mony
?
'tis
not
in
my
handkerchief
,
nor
in
my
pockets
,
I
have
examined
them
both
.
Serg.
Why
,
what
do
you
want
sir
?
Iulio
.
A
piece
,
a
piece
,
and
had
it
now
,
just
now
;
sure
whilst
I
was
so
high
pearcht
none
could
dive
so
low
into
my
pocket
,
it
was
sure
as
I
lighted
,
and
dropt
from
mee
,
just
as
I
drew
my
handkerchief
.
Puss.
Some
such
thing
I
saw
fall
.
Iulio
.
Pray
who
were
they
that
stoopt
?
Serg.
I
saw
none
stoop
but
this
Country
fellow
.
Iulio
.
Then
sir
,
I
must
demand
this
piece
of
you
.
Count
.
fellow
.
Of
me
?
I
professe
I
tooke
up
but
two
shillings
and
six
pence
,
and
that
I
gave
into
your
hand
.
Iulio
.
But
I
professe
that
one
of
them
was
a
piece
,
and
never
came
into
my
hand
,
and
that
I
must
demand
of
you
:
say
did
no body
stoop
but
hee
?
Serg.
None
I
assure
you
.
Iulio
.
Thou
art
still
my
honest
Sergeant
.
Puss.
That
fellow
hath
something
in
his
mouth
.
Count
.
fel.
Yes
my
tongue
and
my
teeth
,
and
what
of
all
that
.
Puss.
Nay
,
something
else
sure
,
for
hee
is
not
troubled
with
the
Mumps
,
and
yet
see
how
one
side
of
his
cheeks
bumps
out
.
Iulio
.
I
am
afraid
,
we
shall
finde
him
a
Cheater
.
Serg.
Sirrah
know
I
am
an
Officer
,
I
charge
you
open
your
mouth
,
and
let
us
see
what
you
have
in
it
,
&c.
Count
.
fel.
Well
sir
,
I
have
a
twenty
shillings
piece
,
what
then
?
Serg.
And
this
man
misseth
a
twenty
shilling
piece
out
of
his
pocket
.
Iulio
.
Plead
well
Sergeant
and
thou
shalt
have
thy
fee
.
Count
.
fel.
Well
,
there
it
is
,
what
can
you
make
of
it
?
Iulio
.
Marry
twenty
shillings
good
and
lawfull
currant
mony
,
Puss
,
was
not
this
the
piece
that
I
put
in
my
pocket
this
morning
?
Puss.
I
know
it
by
that
mark
.
Serg.
And
she's
witnesse
sufficient
in
conscience
.
Iulio
.
Doe
you
see
Gentlemen
.
I
am
here
brought
to
publike
penance
for
a
Cheater
,
and
here's
a
plain
fellow
that
(
it
seems
)
in
his
simplicity
would
out-doe
me
:
if
I
be
thus
censured
meerly
for
suspicion
;
shall
hee
scape
free
that
is
taken
in
the
very
action
?
All
.
No
,
no
,
mount
him
,
mount
him
.
Count
.
fel.
Nay
,
by
your
favour
Gentlemen
,
I
have
driven
a
Cart
often
for
my
pleasure
,
and
would
bee
loth
to
ride
in
one
now
for
my
punishment
.
It
is
penance
enough
for
mee
to
part
with
my
peece
,
which
cannot
be
more
currant
of
Coine
,
then
his
is
Arrant
for
Knavery
.
Exit
.
Iulio
.
He's
gone
,
I
am
still
here
,
now
Gentlemen
,
If
heretofore
there
hath
been
any
Doll
,
Any
bold
Beachum
,
and
any
Cut-purse
Moll
.
Any
Bawd
fat
with
wealth
,
or
with
care
meager
,
That
spends
her
time
in
Garrison
or
Leager
,
Grace
me
so
farre
to
say
,
that
of
a
Cheater
Though
some
have
been
more
grave
;
scarce
any
greater
,
But
Gentlemen
;
what
need
we
more
repeating
?
Knowing
,
that
even
in
all
Trades
there
is
cheating
?
Tis
common
both
in
buying
and
in
selling
,
In
all
Commerce
;
nay
,
even
in
mony
telling
.
Tis
frequent
'twixt
the
Pander
and
the
Whore
,
We
our selves
finde
it
at
the
Play-house
doore
.
And
though
(
for
an
example
)
here
I
stand
,
I
am
not
all
the
Cheaters
in
the
land
.
Some
here
(
no
question
)
know
it
but
I
vow
,
(
They
what
they
please
)
I
will
cheat
none
of
you
.
Duke
.
We
understand
their
humours
,
And
the
cause
of
their
distempers
;
And
have
too
long
suffered
such
weeds
As
these
to
flourish
in
our
soyle
,
But
now
no
longer
shall
this
earth
of
ours
,
Like
a
kinde
Mother
lend
her
fruits
increase
,
To
cherish
those
would
eclipse
her
worth
.
But
those
whose
aymes
and
acts
are
imitable
,
Crown
with
green
Garlands
,
and
with
Bowls
brim'd
full
.
Musique
proclaime
a
generall
Festivall
,
A
Jubile
of
joy
and
mirth
to
all
:
May
love
and
truth
,
never
like
comfort
misse
,
Nor
Knave
in
Grain
,
scape
a
reward
like
this
.