Chapter I: Part 1

_CAMBRIDGE ENGLISH CLASSICS_

The Works
of
Francis Beaumont
and
John Fletcher

In ten volumes
Vol. VI

FRANCIS BEAUMONT

Born 1584
Died 1616

JOHN FLETCHER

Born 1579
Died 1625

_BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER_

THE QUEEN OF CORINTH
BONDUCA
THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE
LOVES PILGRIMAGE
THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE

THE TEXT EDITED BY
A. R. WALLER, M.A.

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CONTENTS

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The Queen of Corinth 1

Bonduca 79

The Knight of the Burning Pestle 160

Loves Pilgrimage 232

The Double Marriage 321

THE
Queen of Corinth,
A
TRAGI-COMEDY.

* * * * *

The Persons Represented in the Play.

Agenor, _Prince of_ Argos.
Theanor, _Son to the Qu. of_ Corinth, _a vicious Prince._
Leonidas, _The_ Corinthian _General, Brother to_ Merione.
Euphanes, _A noble young Gentleman, Favorite to the Qu._
Crates, _Elder brother to_ Eupha. _a malicious beautefeu._
Conon, Euph[a]nes _Confident, and fellow-Traveller._
Neanthes, Sosicles, Eraton, _Courtiers._
Onos _or_ Lamprias, _A very foolish Traveller._
Tutor _and_ Uncle _to_ Onos, _two foolish Knaves._
Gentlemen _Servants to_ Agenor.
A Page _to Lord_ Euphanes.
Marshal,
Vintner,
Drawers,

_WOMEN._

Merione, _A virtuous Lady, honourably solicited by Prince_ Agenor.
Beliza, _A noble Lady, Mistriss to_ Euphanes.
Queen _of_ Corinth, _A wise and virtuous Widow, Mother of_ Theanor,

The Scene Corinth.

The Principal Actors were

_Richard Burbadge,_
_Henry Condel,_
_John Underwood,_
_Thomas Polard,_
_Nathan Feild,_
_John Lowin,_
_Nich. Toolie,_
_Tho. Holcomb._

Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

_Enter_ Neanthes, Sosicles, Eraton.

_Era._ The General is returned then?

_Nean._ With much honour.

_Sos._ And peace concluded with the Prince of _Argos_?

_Nean._ To the Queens wishes: the conditions sign'd
So far beyond her hopes, to the advantage
Of _Corinth_, and the good of all her Subjects;
That though _Leonidas_ our brave General
Ever came home a fair and great example,
He never yet return'd, or with less loss
Or more deserved honour.

_Era._ Have you not heard
The motives to this general good?

_Nean._ The main one
Was admiration first in young _Agenor_,
(For by that name we know the Prince of _Argos_)
Of our _Leonidas_ wisdom and his valour,
Which though an enemy, first in him bred wonder;
That liking, Love succeeded that, which was
Followed by a desire to be a friend
Upon what terms soever to such goodness;
They had an enterview; and that their friendship
Might with our peace be ratified, 'twas concluded,
_Agenor_ yielding up all such strong places
As he held in our territories, should receive
(With a sufficient Dower, paid by the Queen)
The fair _Merion[e]_ for his wife.

_Era._ But how
Approves the Queen of this? since we well know
Nor was her Highness ignorant, that her Son
The Prince _Theanor_ made love to this Lady,
And in the noblest way.

_Nean._ Which she allowed of,
And I have heard from some familiar with
Her nearest secrets, she so deeply priz'd her
Being from an Infant train'd up in her service,
(Or to speak better, rather her own Creature)
She once did say, That if the Prince should steal
A Marriage without her leave, or knowledge,
With this _Merione_, with a little suit
She should grant both their pardons: whereas now
To shew her self for sooth a _Spartan_ Lady,
And that 'tis in her power, now it concerns
The common good, not alone to subdue
Her own affections, but command her Sons;
She has not only forc'd him with rough threats
To leave his Mistriss, but compell'd him when
_Agen[or]_ made his entrance into _Corinth_
To wait upon his Rival.

_Sos._ Can it be
The Prince should sit down with this wrong?

_Nean._ I know not,
I am sure I should not.

_Era._ Trust me nor I,
A Mother is a name, but put in ballance
With a young Wench 'tis nothing; where did you leave him?

_Nean._ Near _Vesta's_ Temple, for there he dismiss'd me,
And full of troubled thoughts, calling for _Crates_:
He went with him, but whither, or to what purpose
I am a stranger.

_Enter_ Theanor _and_ Crates.

_Era._ They are come back _Neanthes_.

_The._ I like the place well.

_Cra._ Well Sir? it is built
As if the Architect had been a Prophet,
And fashion'd it alone for this night's action;
The Vaults so hollow, and the Walls so strong,
As _Dian_ there might suffer violence,
And with loud shrikes in vain call _Jove_ to help her;
Or should he hear, his Thunder could not find
An entrance to it.

_The._ I give up my self
Wholly to thy direction, worthiest _Crates_;
And yet the desperate cure that we must practice
Is in it self so foul, and full of danger,
That I stand doubtful whether 'twere more manly
To dye not seeking help, or that help being
So deadly, to pursue it.

_Cra._ To those reasons
I have already urg'd, I will add these.
For but consider Sir--

_Era._ It is of weight
What e'r it be, that with such vehement action,
Of Eye, Hand, Foot, nay all his bodies motion,
_Crates_ incites the Prince to.

_Nean._ Then observe,
With what variety of passions he
Receives his reasons; now he's pale, and shakes
For fear or anger; now his natural red
Comes back again, and with a pleasing smile
He seems to entertain it; 'tis resolv'd on
Be it what 'twill: to his ends may it prosper
Though the State sink for't.

_Cra._ Now you are a Prince
Fit to rule others, and in shaking off
The Bonds in which your Mother fetters you
Discharge your debt to nature, she's your guide,
Follow her boldly, Sir.

_The._ I am confirm'd,
Fall what may fall.

_Cra._ Yet still disguise your malice
In your humility.

_The._ I am instructed.

_Cra._ Though in you[r] heart there rage a thousand tempests,
All calmness in your looks.

_The._ I shall remember.

_Cra._ And at no hand, though these are us'd as agents
Acquaint them with your purpose till the instant
That we employ them; 'tis not fit they have
Time to consider, when 'tis done, reward
Or fear will keep them silent: yet you may
Grace them as you pass by, 'twill make them surer,
And greedier to deserve you.

_The._ I'll move only
As you would have me: Good-day Gentlem[e]n;
Nay, spare this ceremonious form of duty
To him that brings love to you, equal love,
And is in nothing happier, than in knowing
It is return'd by you; we are as one.

_Sos._ I am o'r-joy'd, I know not
How to reply: but--

_Era._ Hang all buts; my Lord,
For this your bounteous favour--

_Nean._ Let me speak,
If to feed Vultures here, after the halter
Has done his part, or if there be a Hell
To take a swinge or two there, may deserve this.

_Sos._ We are ready.

_Era._ Try us any way.

_Nean._ Put us to it.

_The._ What jewels I have in you!

_Cra._ Have these souls,
That for a good look, and a few kind words
Part with their Essence?

_The._ Since you will compell me
To put that to the tryal, which I doubt not,
_Crates_, may be, suddainly will instruct you
How, and in what to shew your loves; obey him
As you would bind me to you.

_Cra._ 'Tis well-grounded;
Leave me to rear the building.

_Nean._ We will do.

_Cra._ I know it.

_Era._ Any thing you'll put us to. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Secunda._

_Enter_ Leonidas, Merione, Beliza, Servants.

_Leo._ Sister, I reap the harvest of my labours
In your preferment, be you worthy of it,
And with an open bosom entertain
A greater fortune than my love durst hope for;
Be wise, and welcome it: play not the coy
And foolish wanton, with the offered bounties
Of him that is a Prince. I was woo'd for you,
And won _Merione_: then if you dare
Believe the object that took me was worthy,
Or trust my judgement, in me think you were
Courted, sued to, and conquer'd.

_Mer._ Noble Brother,
I have, and still esteem you as a Father,
And will as far obey you; my heart speaks it:
And yet without your anger, give me leave
To say, That in the choice of that on which
All my lifes joyes or sorrows have dependance,
It had been fit e'r you had made a full
And absolute grant of me to any other,
I should have us'd mine own eyes, or at least
Made you to understand, whether it were
Within my power to make a second gift
Of my poor self.

_Leo._ I know what 'tis you point at,
The Prince _Theanor_'s love; let not that cheat you;
His vows were but meer Courtship; all his service
But practice how to entrap a credulous Lady:
Or grant it serious, yet you must remember
He's not to love, but where the Queen his Mother
Must give allowance, which to you is barr'd up:
And therefore study to forget that ever
You cherisht such a hope.

_Mer._ I would I could.

_Leo._ But brave _Agenor_, who is come in person
To celebrate this Marriage, for your love
Forgives the forfeit of ten thousand lives,
That must have fall'n under the sword of War
Had not this peace been made; which general good
Both Countreys owe to his affection to you:
O happy Sister, ask this noble Lady
Your bosome friend (since I fail in my credit)
What palme _Agenor_'s name, above all Princes
That _Greece_ is proud of, carries, and with lustre.

_Bel._ Indeed Fame gives him out for excellent;
And friend, I doubt not but when you shall see him [_Ent. a Ser._
He'll so appear to you. Art sure 'tis he?

_Ser._ As I live Madam--

_Bel._ Virtue enable me to contain my joy.
'Tis my _Euphanes_.

_Ser._ Yes.

_Bel._ And he's in health?

_Ser._ Most certainly Madam.

_Bel._ I'll see him instantly.
So prethee tell him. [_Exit Ser._

_Mer._ I yield my self too weak
In argument to oppose you: you may lead me
Whither you please.

_Leo._ 'Tis answer'd like my Sister;
And if in him you find not ample cause
To pray for me, and daily on your knees,
Conclude I have no judgement.

_Mer._ May it prove so:
Friend, shall we have your company?

_Bel._ Two hours hence
I will not fail you.

_Leo._ At your pleasure Madam. [_Ex._ Leo. _and_ Mer.

_Enter_ Euphanes.

_Bel._ Could I in one word speak a thousand welcomes
(And hearty ones) you have 'em: Fie, my hand,
We stand at no such distance, by my life
The parting kiss you took before your travel
Is yet a Virgin on my lips, preserv'd
With as much care as I would do my fame
To entertain your wish'd return.

_Euph._ Best Lady,
That I do honour you, and with as much reason
As ever man did virtue; that I love you,
Yet look upon you with that reverence
As Holy men behold the Sun, the Stars,
The Temples, and their gods, they all can witness;
And that you have deserv'd this duty from me;
The life, and means of life, for which I owe you,
Commands me to profess it, since my fortune
Affords no other payment.

_Bel._ I had thought,
That for the trifling courtesies, as I call them,
(Though you give them another name) you had
Made ample satisfaction in th' acceptance,
And therefore did presume you had brought home
Some other Language.

_Euph._ No one I have learn'd
Yields words sufficient to express your goodness;
Nor can I ever choose another theme
And not be thought unthankful.

_Bel._ Pray you no more
As you respect me.

_Euph._ That charm is too powerful
For me to disobey it: 'Tis your pleasure,
And not my boldness Madam.

_Bel._ Good _Euphanes_,
Believe I am not one of those weak Ladies,
That (barren of all inward worth) are proud
Of what they cannot truly call their own,
Their birth or fortune, which are things without them:
Nor in this will I imitate the world,
Whose greater part of men think when they give
They purchase bondmen, not make worthy friends:
By all that's good I swear, I never thought
My great estate was an addition to me,
Or that your wants took from you.

_Euph._ There are few
So truly understanding or themselves
Or what they do possess.

_Be[l]._ Good _Euphanes_,
Where benefits
Are ill conferr'd, as to unworthy men,
That turn them to bad uses, the bestower
For wanting judgement how, and on whom to place them,
Is partly guilty: but when we do favours
To such as make them grounds on which they build
Their noble actions, there we improve our fortunes
To the most fair advantage. If I speak
Too much, though I confess I speak well,
Prethee remember 'tis a womans weakness,
And then thou wilt forgive it.

_Euph._ You speak nothing
But what would well become the wisest man:
And that by you deliver'd is so pleasing
That I could hear you ever.

_Bel._ Fly not from
Your word, for I arrest it: and will now
Express my self a little more, and prove
That whereas you profess your self my debtor,
That I am yours.

_Euph._ Your Ladyship then must use
Some Sophistry I ne'r heard of.

_Bel._ By plain reasons,
For look you, had you never sunk beneath
Your wants, or if those wants had found supply
From _Crates_, your unkind and covetous brother,
Or any other man, I then had miss'd
A subject upon which I worthily
Might exercise my bounty: whereas now
By having happy opportunity
To furnish you before, and in your travels,
With all conveniencies that you thought useful,
That Gold which would have rusted in my Coffers
Being thus imploy'd, has rendred me a partner
In all your glorious actions. And whereas
Had you not been, I should have dy'd a thing
Scarce known, or soon forgotten: there's no Trophy
In which _Euphanes_ for his worth is mentioned,
But there you have been careful to remember,
That all the good you did came from _Beliza_.

_Euph._ That was but thankfulness.

_Bel._ 'Twas such an honour,
And such a large return for the poor trash
I ventur'd with you, that if I should part
With all that I possess, and my self too
In satisfaction for it, 'twere still short
Of your deservings.

_Euph._ You o'r-prize them Madam.

_Bel._ The Queen her self hath given me gracious thanks
In your behalf, for she hath heard _Euphanes_
How gallantly you have maintain'd her honour
In all the Courts of _Greece_: and rest assur'd
(Though yet unknown) when I present you to her,
Which I will do this evening, you shall find
That she intends good to you.

_Euph._ Worthiest Lady,
Since all you labour for is the advancement
Of him that will live ever your poor servant,
He must not contradict it.

_Bel._ Here's your Brother,
'Tis strange to see him here.

_Enter_ Crates.

_Cra._ You are welcome home, Sir,
(Your pardon Madam) I had thought my house,
Considering who I am, might have been worthy
Of your first visit.

_Euph._ 'Twas not open to me
When last I saw you; and to me 'tis wonder
That absence which still renders men forgotten
Should make my presence wish'd for.

_Bel._ That's not it,
Your too kind Brother understanding that
You stand in no need of him, is bold to offer
His entertainment.

_Cra._ He had never wanted,
Or yours, or your assistance, had he practis'd
The way he might have took, to have commanded,
Whatever I call mine.

_Euph._ I studied many,
But could find none.

_Cra._ You would not find your self, Sir,
Or in your self, what was due to me from you:
The priviledge my birth bestow'd upon me
Might challenge some regard.

_Euph._ You had all the Land, Sir,
What else did you expect? and I am certain
You kept such strong Guards to preserve it yours
I could force nothing from you.

_Cra._ Did you ever
Demand help from me?

_Euph._ My wants have, and often,
With open mouths, but you nor heard, nor saw them;
May be you look'd I should petition to you
As you went to your Horse; flatter your servants,
To play the Brokers for my furtherance,
Sooth your worst humors, act the Parasite
On all occasions, write my name with theirs
That are but one degree remov'd from slaves,
Be drunk when you would have me, then wench with you,
Or play the Pander; enter into Quarrels
Although unjustly grounded, and defend them
Because they were yours; these are the tyrannies
Most younger Brothers groan beneath; yet bear them
From the insulting Heir, selling their freedoms
At a less rate than what the State allows
The sallary of base and common Strumpets:
For my part, e'r on such low terms I feed
Upon a Brothers trencher, let me dye
The Beggars death, and starve.

_Cra._ 'Tis bravely spoken,
Did what you do rank with it.

_Bel._ Why, what does he
You would not wish were yours?

_Cra._ I'll tell you Lady,
Since you rise up his Advocate, and boldly,
(For now I find, and plainly in whose favor
My Love and Service to you was neglected)
For all your wealth, nay, add to that your beauty,
And put your virtues in, if you have any,
I would not yet be pointed at, as he is,
For the fine Courtier, the womans man,
That tells my Lady stories, dissolves Riddles,
Ushers her to her Coach, lies at her feet
At solemn Masks, applauding what she laughs at;
Reads her asleep anights, and takes his oath
Upon her Pantoffles, that all excellence
In other Madams do but zany hers:
These you are perfect in, and yet these take not
Or from your birth and freedom.

_Euph._ Should another
Say this, my deeds, not looks should shew--

_Bel._ Contemn it:
His envie fains this, and he's but reporter,
Without a second, of his own dry fancies.

_Cra._ Yes Madam, the whole City speaks it with me,
And though [it may] distaste, 'tis certain you
Are brought into the scene, and with him censur'd;
For you are given out for the provident Lady,
That not to be unfurnish'd for her pleasures
(As without them to what vain use is greatness)
Have made choice of an able man, a young man
Of an _Herculean_ back to do you service,
And one you may command too, that is active,
And does what you would have him.

_Bel._ You are foul-mouth'd.

_Cra._ That can speak well, write Verses too, and good ones,
Sharp and conceited, whose wit you may lie with
When his performance fails him; one you have
Maintain'd abroad to learn new ways to please you,
And by the gods you well reward him for it,
No night (in which while you lye sick and panting)
He watches by you, but is worth a talent:
No conference in your Coach, which is not paid with
A Scarlet Suit; this the poor people mutter,
Though I believe, for I am bound to do so,
A Lady of your youth, that feeds high too,
And a most exact Lady, may do all this
Out of a virtuous love, the last bought vizard
That Leachery purchas'd.

_Euph._ Not a word beyond this,
The reverence I owe to that one womb
In which we both were embrions, makes me suffer
What's past; but if continu'd----

_Bel._ Stay your hand,
The Queen shall right my honor.

_Cra._ Let him do it,
It is but marrying him; and for your anger
Know that I slight it: when your goddess here
Is weary of your sacrifice, as she will be.

_Bel._ Be not mov'd,
I know the rancor of his disposition,
And turn it on himself by laughing at it;
And in that let me teach you.

_Euph._ I learn gladly. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Tertia._

_Enter_ Neanthes, Sosi[cl]es, _and_ Eraton _severally_.

_Nean._ You are met unto my wishes, if you ever
Desir'd true mirth so far as to adventure
To dye with the extremity of laughter,
I come before the object that will do it;
Or let me live your fool.

_Sos._ Who is't _Neanthes_?

_Nea. Lamprias_ the Usurers Son.

_Era. Lamprias?_ the youth
Of six and fifty?

_Sos._ That was sent to travel
By rich _Beliza_, till he came to age,
And was fit for a Wife?

_Nea._ The very same,
This gallant with his Guardian, and his Tutor,
(And of the three, who is most fool I know not)
Are newly come to _Corinth_, I'll not stale them
By giving up their characters, but leave you
To make your own discoveries: here they are, Sir.

_Enter_ Onos, Uncle _and_ Tutor.

_Tutor._ That leg a little higher; very well.
Now put your Face into the Travellers posture;
Exceeding good.

_Uncle._ Do you mark how they admire him?

_Tut._ They will be all my Scholars, when they know
And understand him truly.

_Era. Ph[oe]bus_ guard me
From this new _Python_.

_Sos._ How they have trimm'd him up
Like an old Reveller!

_Nea._ Curl'd him and perfum'd him,
But that was done with judgement, for he looks
Like one that purg'd perpetually; trust me,
That Witches face of his is painted too,
And every ditch upon it buries more
Then would set off ten Bawds, and all their tenants.

_Sos._ See how it moves towards us.

_Nea._ There's a salutation:
'Troth Gentlemen, you have bestowed much travel
In training up your Pupil.

_Tut._ Sir, great buildings
Require great labours, which yet we repent not,
Since for the Countreys good we have brought home
An absolute man.

_Unc._ As any of his years,
_Corinth_ can shew you.

_Era._ He's exceeding meagre.

_Tut._ His contemplation--

_Unc._ Besides, 'tis fit
Learners should be kept hungry.

_Nea._ You all contemplate;
For three such wretched pictures of lean famine
I never saw together.

_Unc._ We have fat minds, Sir,
And travell'd to save charges. Do you think
'Twas fit a young and hopeful Gentleman
Should be brought up a glutton? he's my Ward,
Nor was there ever where I bore the bag
Any superfluous waste.

_Era._ Pray you can it speak?

_Tut._ He knows all Languages, but will use none,
They are all too big for his mouth, or else too little
T' express his great conceits: and yet of late
With some impulsion he hath set down
In a strange method by the way of question,
And briefly to all business whatsoever
That may concern a Gentleman.

_Nea._ Good Sir, let's hear him.

_Tut._ Come on, Sir.

_Nea._ They have taught him like an Ape,
To do his tricks by signs: now he begins.

_Onos._ When shall we be drunk together?

_Tut._ That's the first.

_Onos._ Where shall we whore to night?

_Unc._ That ever follows.

_Era._ 'Odds me, he now looks angry.

_Onos._ Shall we quarrel?

_Nea._ With me at no hand, Sir.

_Onos._ Then lets protest.

_Era._ Is this all?

_Tut._ These are, Sir, the four new Virtues
That are in fashion: many a mile we measur'd
Before we could arrive to this knowledge.

_Nea._ You might [h]ave spar'd that labour, for at home here
There's little else in practice: Ha? the Queen?
Good friends, for half an hour remove your motion,
To morrow willingly when we have more leasure
We'll look on him again.

_Onos._ Did I not rarely?

_Unc._ Excellent well.

_Tut._ He shall have six Plumbs for it. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Agenor, Leonidas, Theanor, Queen, Merione, Beliza,
Euphanes, Crates, Ladies, Attendants _with Lights_.

_Qu._ How much my Court is honour'd Princely Brother
In your vouchsafing it your long'd-for presence
Were tedious to repeat, since 'tis already
(And heartily) acknowledg'd; may the gods
That look into Kings actions, smile upon
The league we have concluded; and their justice
Find me out to revenge it, if I break
One Article.

_Age._ Great miracle of Queens,
How happy I esteem myself in being
Thought worthy to be numbred in the rank
Of your confederates, my love and best service
Shall teach the world hereafter: but this gift
With which you have confirm'd it, is so far
Beyond my hopes and means e'r to return,
That of necessity I must dye oblig'd
To your unanswer'd bounty.

_The._ The sweet Lady
In blushes gives your Highness thanks.

_Qu._ Believe it
On the Queens word, she is a worthy one,
And I am so acquainted with her goodness,
That but for this peace that hath chang'd my purpose,
And to her more advancement, I should gladly
Have call'd her Daughter.

_The._ Though I am depriv'd of
A blessing, 'tis not in the Fates to equal,
To shew my self a Subject as a Son,
Here I give up my claim, and willingly
With mine own hand deliver you what once
I lov'd above my self; and from this hour
(For my affection yields now to my duty)
Vow never to sollicite her.

_Cra._ 'Tis well cover'd;
_Neanthes,_ and the rest. [_Exeunt_ Cra. Nea. Sos. Era.

_Qu._ Nay, for this night
You must (for 'tis our Countrey fashion, Sir)
Leave her to her Devotions, in the morning
We'll bring you to the Temple.

_Leo._ How in this
Your Highness honours me?

_Mer._ Sweet rest to all.

_Age._ This kiss, and I obey you.

_Bel._ Please it your Highness,
This is the Gentleman.

_Qu._ You are welcome home, Sir,
(Now as I live, one of a promising presence)
I have heard of you before, and you shall find
I'll know you better: find out something that
May do you good, and rest assur'd to have it.
Were you at _Sparta_ lately?

_Euph._ Three daies since
Madam, I came from thence.

_Qu._ 'Tis very late,
Good night my Lord, do you Sir follow me,
I must talk further with you.

_Ag._ All rest with you. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Crates, Neanthes, Eraton, Sosicles _disguis'd_.

_Cra._ She must pass through this Cloyster, suddainly
And boldly seize upon her.

_Nea._ Where's the Prince?

_Cra._ He does expect us at the place I shew'd you.

_Enter_ Merione _and_ Servant.

I hear ones footing, peace, 'tis she;

_Mer._ Now leave me,
I know the way, though _Vesta_ witness with me
I never trode it with such fear: help, help.

_Cra._ Stop her mouth close, out with the Light, I'll guide you.

[_Exeunt._

_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Merione (_as newly ravished_.)

_Mer._ To whom now shall I cry? What pow'r thus kneel to?
And beg my ravisht honor back upon me?
Deaf, deaf, you gods of goodness, deaf to me,
Deaf Heaven to all my cries; deaf hope, deaf justice,
I am abus'd, and you, that see all, saw it;
Saw it, and smil'd upon the villain did it:
Saw it, and gave him strength: why have I pray'd to ye,
When all the worlds eyes have been sunk in slumbers?
Why have I then powr'd out my tears? kneel'd to ye,
And from the Altar of a pure heart sent ye
Thoughts like your selves, white, innocent, vows purer
And of a sweeter flame than all the earths odours?
Why have I sung your praises, strew'd your Temples,
And crown'd your Holy Priests with Virgin Roses?
Is it we hold ye powerful, to destroy us?
Believe, and honor ye, to see us ruin'd?
These tears of anger thus I sprinkle toward ye,
You that dare sleep secure whilst Virgins suffer,
These stick like Comets, blaze eternally,
Till, with the wonder, they have wak'd your justice,
And forc't ye fear our curses, as we yours.

_Enter_ Theanor, Crates, _with vizards_.

My shame still follows me, and still proclaims me;
He turns away in scorn, I am contemned too,
A more unmanly violence than the other;
Bitten, and flung away? What e'r you are
Sir, you that have abus'd me, and now most basely
And sacrilegiously robb'd this fair Temple,
I fling all these behind me, but look upon me,
But one kind loving look, be what ye will,
So from this hour you will be mine, my Husband;
And you his hand in mischief, I speak to you too,
Counsel him nobly now; you know the mischief,
The most unrighteous act he has done, perswade him,
Perswade him like a friend, knock at his Conscience
Till fair Repentance follow: yet be worthy of me,
And shew your self, if ever good thought guided ye;
You have had your foul will; make it yet fair with marriage;
Open your self and take me, wed me now: [_Draws his Dagger._
More fruits of villany? your Dagger? come
Ye are merciful, I thank you for your medicine:
Is that too worthy too?

_Enter the rest disguis'd._

Devil, thou with him,
Thou penny Bawd to his Lust, will not that stir thee?
Do you work by tokens now? Be sure I live not,
For your own safeties knaves. I will sit patiently:
But as ye are true villains, the Devils own servants,
And those he loves and trusts, make it as bloody
An Act, of such true horror, Heaven would shake at,
'Twill shew the braver: goodness hold my hope fast,
And in thy mercies look upon my ruines,
And then I am right: my eyes grow dead and heavy:

_Enter six disguis'd, singing and dancing to a_
_horrid Musick, and sprinkling water on her face._

Wrong me no more as ye are men.

_The._ She is fast.

_Cra._ Away with her. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Secunda._

_Enter_ Agenor, _and Gentlemen_.

_Age._ Now Gentlemen, the time's come now t' enjoy
That fruitful happiness my heart has long'd for:
This day be happy call'd, and when old Time
Brings it about each year, crown'd with that sweetness
It gives me now, see every man observe it,
And laying all aside bears shew of business,
Give this to joy and triumph: How fits my cloaths?

_1 Gent._ Handsome, and wondrous well, Sir.

_Ag._ Do they shew richly?
For to those curious eyes even beauty envies,
I must not now appear poor, or low fashion'd;
Methinks I am younger than I was, far younger;
And such a promise in my bloud I feel now,
That if there may be a perpetual youth
Bestowed on man, I am that soul shall win it:
Does my hair stand well, Lord how ill-favourdly
You have drest me to day! how baldly! why this Cloak?

_2 Gen._ Why 'tis the richest, Sir.

_Age._ And here ye have put me on
A pair of Breeches look like a pair of Bagpipes.

_1 Gen._ Believe Sir, they shew bravely.

_Ag._ Why these Stockins?

_2 Gen._ Your Leg appears--

_Ag._ Peuh, I would have had 'em Peach-colour,
All young, and new about me: and this Scarf here
A goodly thing: you have trickt me like a Puppet.

_1 Gen._ I'll undertake to rig forth a whole Navy,
And with less labor than one man in love.
They are never pleas'd.

_2 Gen._ Methinks he looks well.

_1 Gen._ Well:
As man can look, as handsome: now do I wonder
He found not fault his Nose was put on ugly,
Or his Eyes lookt too gray, and rail at us,
They are the waywards things, these Lovers.

_2 Gent._ All will be right.
When once it comes to th' push.

_1 Gent._ I would they were at it
For our own quiet sake.

_Ag._ Come, wait upon me,
And bear your selves like mine, my friends, and nobly. [_Ex._

_Scæna Tertia._

_Enter_ Theanor, Crates, _and_ Erat[on], _bringing_ Merione.

_Erat._ This is her Brothers door.

_Cra._ There lay her down then.
Lay her along: she is fast still.

[_Era_]. As forgetfulness.

_Cra._ Be not you stirr'd now, but away to your Mother,
Give all attendance, let no stain appear
Of fear, or doubt in your face: carry your self confidently.

_The._ But whither runs your drift now?

_Cra._ When she wakes,
Either what's done will shew a meer dream to her,
And carry no more credit: or say she find it,
Say she remember all the circumstances,
Twenty to one the shapes in which they were acted,
The horrors, and the still affrights we shew'd her,
Rising in wilder figures to her memory
Will run her mad, and no man guess the reason:
If all these fail, and that she rise up perfect,
And so collect her self, believe this, Sir,
Not knowing who it was that did this to her,
Nor having any power to ghess; the thing done too
Being the utter undoing of her honor
If it be known, and to the worlds eye publish'd,
Especially at this time when Fortune courts her,
She must and will conceal it; nay, forget it,
The woman is no _Lucrece_; get you gone Sir,
And as you would have more of this sport, fear not.

_The._ I am confirm'd, farewel.

_Cra._ Farewel, away Sir:
Disperse your selves, and as you love his favour,
And that that crowns it, Gold, no tongues amongst ye.
You know your charge, this way goes no suspicion. [_Ex._

_Enter_ Agenor, _and_ Leonid[a]s, _with two Gent._

_Ag._ You are stirring early, Sir.

_Leo._ It was my duty
To wait upon your Grace.

_Ag._ How fares your Sister,
My beauteous Mistriss, what is she ready yet?

_Leo._ No doubt she'll lose no time Sir, young Maids in her way
Tread upon thorns, and think an hour an age
Till the Priest has done his part, that theirs may follow:
I saw her not since yesterday i'th' evening:
But Sir, I am sure she is not slack; believe me,
Your grace will find a loving soul.

_Ag._ A sweet one,
And so much joy I carry in the thought of it,
So great a happiness to know she is mine;
Believe me noble Brother, that to express it
Methinks a Tongue's a poor thing: can do nothing,
Imagination less: who's that that lies there?

_Leo._ Where Sir?

_Ag._ Before the door, it looks like a woman.

_Leo._ This way I came abroad, but then there was nothing,
One of the Maids o'rwatch'd belike:

_Ag._ It may be.

_Leo._ But methinks this is no fit place to sleep in.

_1 Gent._ 'Tis sure a woman Sir, she has jewels on too:
She fears no foul play sure.

_Leo._ Bring a Torch hither,
Yet ['tis] not perfect day: I should know those Garments.

_Ag._ How sound she sleeps!

_Leo._ I am sorry to see this.

_Ag._ Do you know her?

_Leo._ And you now I am sure Sir.

_Ag._ My Mistriss, how comes this?

_Enter_ Queen, Theanor, Beliza, Euphanes, Neanthes, _Attendants_.

_Leo._ The Queen and her train?

_Qu._ You know my pleasure.

_Euph._ And will be most careful.

_Qu._ Be not long absent, the suit you preferr'd
Is granted.

_Nea._ This fellow mounts apace, and will
Towre o'r us like a Falcon.

_Qu._ Good morrow to ye all, why stand ye wondring?
Enter the house Sir, and bring out your Mistriss,
You must observe our Ceremonies: what's the matter?
What's that ye stand at? How _Merione_?
Asleep i'th' street? belike some sudden Palsie
As she stept out last night upon devotion,
To take her farewel of her Virgin state,
The air being sharp and piercing, struck her suddenly:
See if she breath.

_Leo._ A little.

_Qu._ Wake her then,
'Tis sure a fit.

_Ag._ She wakes her self,
Give room to her.

_Qu._ See how the spirits struggle to recover,
And strongly reinforce their strength; for certain
This was no natural sleep.

_The._ I am of your mind, Madam.

_Qu._ No Son, it cannot be.

_The._ Pray Heaven no trick in't;
Good Soul she little merits such a mischief.

_Qu._ She is broad awake now, and her sence cleers up,
'Twas sure a fit; stand off.

_Mer._ The Queen, my Love here,
And all my noble friends? Why where am I?
How am I tranc'd, and moap'd? I' th' street? Heaven bless me,
Shame to my Sex; o'th' ground too? O I remember--

_Leo._ How wild she looks?

_Ag._ Oh my cold heart, how she trembles!

_Mer._ Oh I remember, I remember.

_Qu._ What's that?

_Mer._ My shame, my shame, my shame: Oh I remember
My never-dying shame.

_The._ Here has been villanie.

_Qu._ I fear so too.

_Mer._ You are no Furies are ye?
No horrid shapes sent to affright me?

_Ag._ No sweet,
We are your friends: look up, I am _Agenor_,
O my _Merione_, that loves you dearly:
And come to marry ye.

_Leo._ Sister, what ail ye?
Speak out your griefs, and boldly--

_Ag._ Something sticks here
Will choak ye else.

_Mer._ I hope it will.

_Qu._ Be free Lady,
You have your loving friends about ye.

_A[g]._ Dear _Merione_,
By the unspotted love I ever bore ye,
By thine own goodness--

_Mer._ Oh 'tis gone, 'tis gone Sir,
I am now I know not what: pray ye look not on me,
No name is left me, nothing to inherit
But that detested, base, and branded--

_Ag._ Speak it,
And how; diseases of most danger
Their causes once discover'd are easily cur'd:
My fair _Merione_.

_Mer._ I thank your love Sir;
When I was fair _Merione_, unspotted,
Pure, and unblasted in the bud you honour'd,
White as the heart of truth, then Prince _Agenor_,
Even then I was not worthy of your favour;
Wretch that I am, less worthy now of pitty:
Let no good thing come near me, virtue flie me;
You that have honest noble names despise me,
For I am nothing now but a main pestilence
Able to poison all. Send those unto me
That have forgot their names, ruin'd their fortunes,
Despis'd their honours; those that have been Virgins
Ravish'd and wrong'd, and yet dare live to tell it.

_The._ Now it appears too plain.

_Mer._ Send those sad people
That hate the light, and curse society;
Whose thoughts are Graves, and from whose eyes continually
Their melting souls drop out, send those to me;
And when their sorrows are most excellent,
So full that one grief more cannot be added,
My Story like a torrent shall devour 'em.
Hark, it must out; but pray stand close together,
And let not all the world hear.

_Leo._ Speak it boldly.

_Mer._ And Royal Lady, think but charitably,
Your Grace has known my breeding.

_Qu._ Prethee speak it.

_Mer._ Is there no stranger here? send off your servants,
And yet it must be known: I shake.

_Ag._ Sweet Mistriss.

_Mer._ I am abus'd, basely abus'd; do you ghess yet?
Come close, I'll tell ye plainer; I am whor'd,
Ravish'd, and robb'd of Honour.

_Leo._ Oh the Devil.

_Ag._ What hellish Slave was this?

_The._ A wretch, a wretch,
A damned wretch: do you know the Villain, Lady?

_Mer._ No.

_The._ Not by ghess?

_Mer._ Oh no.

_The._ It must be known.

_Qu._ Where was the place?

_Mer._ I know not neither.

_Ag._ O Heaven,
Is this the happy time? my hope to this come?

_Leo._ Neither the man nor circumstances?

_The._ His tongue,
Did you not hear his tongue, no voice?

_Mer._ None, none Sir:
All I know of him was his violence.

_Ag._ How came ye hither, Sweet?

_Mer._ I know not neither.

_The._ A cunning piece of villany.

_Mer._ All I remember
Is only this: Going to _Vestas_ Temple
To give the goddess my last Virgin prayers,
Near to that place I was suddainly surpriz'd,
By five or six disguis'd, and from thence violently
To my dishonour hal'd: that Act perform'd,
Brought back, but how, or whether, till I wak'd here.--

_The._ This is so monstrous, the gods cannot suffer it;
I have not read in all the villanies
Committed by the most obdurate Rascals,
An act so truly impious.

_Leo._ Would I knew him.

_The._ He must be known, the Devil cannot hide him.

_Qu._ If all the Art I have, or power can do it,
He shall be found, and such a way of justice
Inflicted on him: A Lady wrong'd in my Court,
And this way rob'd, and ruin'd?

_The._ Be contented Madam,
If he be above ground I will have him.

_Ag._ Fair virtuous Maid, take comfort yet and flourish,
In my love flourish: the stain was forc'd upon ye
None of your wills, nor yours; rise, and rise mine still,
And rise the same white, sweet, fair soul, I lov'd ye,
Take me the same.

_Mer._ I kneel and thank ye, Sir,
And I must say ye are truly honourable:
And dare confess my Will, yet still a Virgin;
But so unfit and weak a Cabinet
To keep your love and virtue in am I now,
That have been forc'd and broken, lost my lustre,
I mean this body, so corrupt a Volume
For you to study goodness in, and honor,
I shall intreat your Grace, confer that happiness
Upon a beauty sorrow never saw yet:
And when this grief shall kill me, as it must do,
Only remember yet ye had such a Mistriss;
And if ye then dare shed a tear, yet honour me:
Good Gentlemen, express your pities to me,
In seeking out this villany; and my last suit
Is to your Grace, that I may have your favour
To live a poor recluse Nun with this Lady,
From Court and company, till Heaven shall hear me,
And send me comfort, or death end my misery.

_Qu._ Take your own Will, my very heart bleeds for thee.

_Ag._ Farwell _Merione_, since I have not thee,
I'll wed thy goodness, and thy memory.

_Leo._ And I her fair revenge.

_The._ Away: let's follow it,
For he is so rank i'th' wind we cannot miss him. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Quarta._

_Enter_ Crates _and_ Conon.

_Cra. Conon_, you are welcome home, ye are wondrous welcome,
Is this your first arrival?

_Co._ Sir, but now
I reacht the Town.

_Cra._ Y'are once more welcome then.

_Co._ I thank ye, noble Sir.

_Cra._ Pray ye do me the honor
To make my poor house first--

_Con._ Pray Sir excuse me,
I have not seen mine own yet; nor made happy
These longing eyes with those I love there: what's this a Tavern?

_Cra._ It seems so by the outside.

_Co._ Step in here then,
And since it offers it self so freely to us,
A place made only for liberal entertainment,
Let's seek no further, but make use of this,
And after the _Greek_ fashion, to our friends
Crown a round cup or two.

_Enter_ Vintner _and_ Drawer.

_Cra._ Your pleasure, Sir.
Drawers, who waits within?

_Draw._ Anon, anon Sir.

_Vint._ Look into the _Lilly-pot_: why _Mark_ there;
You are welcome Gentlemen; heartily welcome
My noble friend.

_Cra._ Let's have good Wine mine Host,
And a fine private room.

_Vint._ Will ye be there Sir?
What is't you'll drink? I'll draw your Wine my self:
Quissions ye knaves: why when?

_Enter_ Drawer.

_Draw._ Anon, anon Sir.

_Vint. Chios_, or _Lebos_, _Greek_?

_Cra._ Your best and neatest.

_Vint._ I'll draw ye that shall dance.

_Cra._ Away, be quick then. [_Exit Vintner._

_Con._ How does your Brother, Sir, my noble friend
The good _Euphanes_? in all my course of travel
I met not with a Gentleman so furnish'd
In gentleness and courtesie; believe Sir,
So many friendly Offices I receiv'd from him,
So great, and timely, and enjoy'd his company
In such an open and a liberal sweetness,
That when I dare forget him--

_Cra._ He's in good health, Sir,
But you will find him a much alter'd man,
Grown a great Courtier, Sir.

_Co._ He's worthy of it.

_Cra._ A man drawn up, that leaves no print behind him
Of what he was: those goodnesses you speak of
That have been in him, those that you call freedoms,
Societies, and sweetness, look for now, Sir,
You'll find no shadows of them left, no sound,
The very Air he has liv'd in alter'd: now behold him,
And you shall see a thing walk by, look big upon ye,
And cry for place; I am the Queens, give room there:
If you bow low, may be he'll touch the Bonnet,
Or fling a forced smile at ye for a favour.

_Co._ He is your brother, Sir.

_Cra._ These forms put off,
Which travel, and Court Holy-water sprinkle on him,
I dare accept, and know him: you'll think it strange, Sir,
That even to me, to me his natural Brother,
And one by birth he owes a little honor too--

_Enter_ Vintner _with Wine_.

(But that's all one) come, give me some Wine, mine Host,
Here's to your fair return.

_Con._ I wonder at it,
But sure he has found a nature not worth owning
In this way; else I know he is tender carried.
I thank ye, Sir: and now durst I presume
For all you tell me of these alterations,
And stops in his sweet nature, which till I find so,
I have known him now so long, and look'd so through him,
You must give me leave to be a little faithless:
I say for all these, if you please to venture
I'll lay the Wine we drink, let me send for him
(Even I that am the poorest of his fellowship)
But by a Boy oth' house too, let him have business,
Let him attend the Queen, nay let his Mistriss
Hold him betwixt her arms, he shall come to me,
And shall drink with me too, love me, and heartily,
Like a true honest man bid me welcome home.
I am confident.

_Cra._ You will loose.

_Con._ You'l stand to th' wager?

_Cra._ With all my heart.

_Con._ Go Boy, and tell _Euphanes_.

_Boy._ He's now gone up the street Sir,
With a great train of Gallants.

_Cra._ What think you now Sir?

_Con._ Go, and overtake him,
Commend my love unto him: my name is _Conon_,
Tell him I am new arriv'd, and where I am,
And would request to see him presently:
Ye see I use old dudgen phrase to draw him.

_Cra._ I'll hang and quarter when you draw him hither.

_Con._ Away Boy.

_Boy._ I am gone Sir. [_Exit._

_Con._ Here's to you now,
And you shall find his travel has not stopt him
As you suppose, nor alter'd any freedome,
But made him far more clear and excellent;
It draws the grossness off the understanding,
And renders active and industrious spirits:
He that knows most mens manners, must of necessity
Best know his own, and mend those by example:
'Tis a dull thing to travell like a Mill-horse,
Still in the place he was born in, lam'd and blinded;
Living at home is like it: pure and strong spirits
That like the fire still covet to fly upward,
And to give fire as well as take it; cas'd up, and mewd here
I mean at home, like lusty metled Horses,
Only ty'd up in Stables, to please their Masters,
Beat out their fiery lives in their own Litters,
Why do not you travel Sir?

_Cra._ I have no belief in't.
I see so many strange things, half unhatcht, to
Return, those that went out men, and good men,
They look like potch'd Eggs with the souls suckt out
Empty and full of wind: all their affections
Are bak'd in Rye crust, to hold carriage
From this good Town to th' other: and when they are open'd,
They are so ill cooked and mouldy--

_Con._ Ye are pleasant.

_Cra._ I'll shew ye a pack of these: I have 'em for ye,
That have been long in travel too.

_Con._ Please you Sir.

_Cra._ You know the Merchants walk, Boy?

_2 Boy._ Very well.

_Cra._ And you remember those Gentlemen were here
The other day with me?

_2 Boy._ Yes.

_Cra._ Then go thither,
For there I am sure they are, pray 'em come hither,
(And use my name) I would be glad to see 'em.

_Enter 1 Boy._

_1 Boy._ Your Brother's coming in Sir.

_Vint._ Odds my passion,
Out with the Plate ye knaves: bring the new Quishions,
And wash those Glasses I set by for high days,
Perfume the rooms along, why Sirrah.

_1 Boy._ Here Sir.

_Vint._ Bid my Wife make her self ready handsomly,
And put on her best Apron: it may be
The noble Gentleman will look upon her.

_Enter_ Euphanes _and two Gentlemen_.

_Euph._ Where is he Boy?

_Vint._ Your worship's heartily welcome,
It joyes my very heart to see ye here Sir.
The Gentleman that sent for your honor--

_Euph._ O good mine Host.

_Vint._ To my poor homely house, and't like your honor.

_Euph._ I thank thine honor good mine Host, where is he?

_Con._ What think ye now? my best _Euphanes_.

_Euph. Conon_, welcome my friend, my noble friend how is it?
Are you in safety come, in health?

_Con._ All health, all safety,
Riches, and all that makes content and happiness
Now I am here I have: how have you far'd Sir?

_Euph._ Well, I thank Heaven, and never nearer friend
To catch at great occasion.

_Con._ Indeed I joy in't.

_Euph._ Nor am I for my self born in these fortunes.
In truth I love my friends.

_Con._ You were noble ever.

_Cra._ I thought you had not known me. [_Euph. salutes Cra._

_Euph._ Yes, ye are my Brother,
My elder Brother too, would your affections
Were able but to ask that love I owe to ye,
And as I give, preserve it: here friend _Conon_,
To your fair welcome home.

_Con._ Dear Sir, I thank ye,
Fill it to th' brim, Boy: _Crates_.

_Cra._ I'll pledge you,
But for that glorious Comet lately fired.

_Con._ Fie, fie Sir, fie.

_Euph._ Nay, let him take his freedomes,
He stirs not me I vow to ye; much less stains me.

_Cra._ Sir, I cannot talk with that neat travelling tongue.

_Con._ As I live, he has the worst belief in men abroad.

_Enter the 2. Boy._

I am glad I am come home.

_2. Boy._ Here are the Gentlemen.

_Cra._ O let 'em enter: now you that trust in travel,
And make sharp Beards, and little Breeches Deities,
You that inhaunce the daily price of Tooth-picks,
And hold there is no homebred happiness,
Behold a model of your minds and actions.

_Euph._ Though this be envious, yet done i'th' way of mirth,
I am content to thank ye for't.

_Con._ 'Tis well yet.

_Cra._ Let the Maske enter.

_Enter_ Onos, _his_ Unkle _and_ Tutor.

_Onos._ A pretty Taverne 'faith, of a fine structure.

_Unc._ Bear your self like a Gentleman, here's six pence,
And be sure you break no Glasses.

_Tut._ Hark ye Pupill,
Go as I taught you, hang more upon your hams,
And put your knees out bent: there, yet a little:
Now I beseech ye, be not so improvident
To forget your travelling pace, 'tis a main posture,
And to all unayr'd Gentlemen will betray you:
Play with your _Pisa_ Beard: why, where's your brush Pupill?
He must have a Brush Sir.

_Unc._ More charge yet?

_Tut._ Here, take mine,
These elements of travel he must not want Sir.

_Unc._ Ma'foy, he has had some nineteen pence in elements,
What would you more?

_Tut. Durus mehercle pater._

_Con._ What Monsieur _Onos_, the very pump of travell?
Sir, as I live you have done me the greatest kindnes,
O my fair Sir, _Lampree_, the careful Unkle
To this young hopeful issue; Monsieur _Tutor_ too,
The father to his mind; [C]ome, come, let's hug Boyes,
Why what a bunch of travel do I embrace now,
Methinks I put a Girdle about _Europe_;
How has the boy profited?

_Unc._ He has enough Sir,
If his too fiery mettle do not mar it.

_Con._ Is he not thrifty yet?

_Tut._ That's all his fault,
Too bounteous minded being under age too,
A great consumer of his stock in Pippins,
Had ever a hot stomach.

_Con._ Come hither _Onos_,
Will you love me for this fine Apple?

_Onos._ We.

_Con._ And will ye be rul'd by me sometimes?

_Onos._ 'Faith I will.

_Con._ That's a good boy.

_Unc._ Pray give not the child so much fruit,
He's of a raw Complexion.

_Euph._ You Monsieur hard eg[g]e,
Do you remember me? Do you remember
When you and your Consort travell'd through _Hungary_?

_Con._ He's in that circuit still.

_Euph._ Do you remember
The cantell of immortal Cheese ye carried with ye,
The half cold [C]abbedge in a leather Sachell,
And those invincible Eggs that would lye in your bowells
A fortnight together, and then turn to bedstaves;
Your sowre milk that would choak an _Irish_ man,
And bread was bak'd in _Cæsars_ time for the Army?

_Con._ Providence, providence.

_Tut._ The soul of travel.

_Euph._ Can the boy speak yet?

_Tut._ Yes, and as fine a Gentleman,
I thank my able knowledge, he has arriv'd at,
Only a little sparing of his Language,
Which every man of observation--

_Unc._ And of as many tongues.

_Tut._ Pray be content Sir,
You know you are for the bodily part, the Purse,
I for the magazin, the mind.

_Euph._ Come hither springall.

_On._ That in the _Almain_ Tongue signifies a Gentleman.

_Euph._ What think you of the forms of _Italy_ or _Spain_?

_Onos._ I love mine own Countrey Pippin.

_Tut._ Nobly answer'd,
Born for his Countrey first.

_Euph._ A great Philosopher:
What Horses do you prefer?

_Onos._ The white horse Sir,
There where I lye; honest and a just beast.

_Tut._ O _caput lepidum_: a Child to say this,
Are these figures for the mouths of Infants?

_Con. Onos_, what wenches?
Come, tell me true.

_On._ I cannot speak without book.

_Con._ When shall we have one, ha?