I would desire your grace; (for my mind gives me, Duke. Come, for Heaven's sake!- [Exeunt. SCENE 11.-A Room in ANTONIO's House. Enter ANTONIO and his Servant. Serv. The trunk broke, and that gone too. Ant. Francisco of the plot? Serv. Gone with the wench too. Ant. The mighty pox go with 'em! Belike they thought I was no man of this world, and those trifles Serv. Sure they thought, sir, You would not live to persecute 'em. Ant. Whore and fiddler ? Why, what a consort have they made! Hen and bacon? Well, my sweet mistress! well, good madam Martail! You that have hung about my neck, and lick'd me, I'll try how handsomely your ladyship [piece. Can hang upon a gallows; there's your master- Serv. None, sir; yet we have search'd Ant. Get me a conjurer, One that can raise a water-devil: I'll port 'em! Play at duck and drake with my money? Take heed, fiddler ! I'll dance ye, by this hand: your fiddle-stick I'll grease of a new fashion, for presuming Ant. In every street, Tom Fool! Any bleareyed people, With red heads, and flat noses, can perform it: Thou shalt know 'em by their half-gowns and no breeches. Mount my mare, fiddler? Ha, boy! up at first She is twice damn'd that lives in Hell, When Heaven is shewn. Budding beauty, blooming years, Were made for pleasure. Farewell fears; John. Was this her own voice? Duke. Yes, sure, Fred. 'Tis a rare one. Bawd appears at the window. Duke. The song confirms her here too; for, if It spake of liberty, and free enjoying [ye mark it, The happy end of pleasure. Peter. Look you there, sir: Do you know that head? Fred. 'Tis my good landlady, I find fear has done all this. John. She, I swear; And now do I know, by the hanging of her hood, Fred. She must be here, sir: This is the very fellow, I told your grace We found upon the way; and what his talk was. FRANCISCO appears at the window. Petr. Why, sure I know this fellow: Yes, 'tis he; Francisco, Antonio's boy, a rare musician; He taught my sister on the lute, and is ever (She loves his voice so well) about her. Certain, Without all doubt, she is here: It must be so. John. Here? that's no question: What should our hen o' th' game else Do here without her? If she be not here John. Why, there's the hood again now; Fred. This is the maddest song! Duke. Applied for certain To some strange melancholy she is loaden with. Fred. Now all the sport begins. Hark! The fears now, and the shakings! [Trampling above. (Hark how they run) is even now at this instant Ready to lose her head-piece by Don John, Or creeping through a cat-hole. Petr. [Within.] Bring 'em down; And you, sir, follow me. Duke. He's angry with 'em. I must not suffer this. John. [Within.] Bowl down the bawd there; Old Erra-mater. You, lady Lechery, For the good will I bear to th' game, most tenderly Shall be led out, and lash'd. Enter PETRUCCIO, JOHN, second CONSTANTIA, drunk, and Bawd, with FRANCISCO, who retires to the back of the Stage. Duke. Is this Constantia ? Why, gentlemen, what do you mean? Is this she? 2 Con. I am Constantia, sir. Duke. A whore you are, sir ! 2 Con. 'Tis very true; I am a whore indeed, sir. Petr. She will not lie yet, though she steal. 2 Con. A plain whore, If you please to employ me. Duke. And an impudent! 2 Con. Plain-dealing now is impudence. One, if you will, sir, can shew you as much sport Duke. Is she not drunk too? Petr. This is saliant. Do ye know the man ye wrong thus, gentlemen? Is this the woman meant? Fred. No. Duke. That your landlady? John. I know not what to say. To be your sport, gentlemen? John. I do believe now certain I am a knave! But how, or when Duke. What are you? Petr. Bawd to this piece of pye-meat. Petr. You shall have law, believe it. Bawd. I'll shew your mastership my case. I had rather see a custard. Bawd. My dead husband Left it even thus, sir. John. Bless mine eyes from blasting! Petr. Enough; put up, good velvet head! By your own free confessions? Fred. What you shall think us; Shall make that good and perfect, or fall with itJohn. We are sure of nothing, Frederic, that's the truth on't; I do not think my name's Don John, nor dare not For we may be all abused Petr. 'Tis possible; For how should this concern them? Duke. Here let's part, Until to-morrow this time; we to our way; To make this doubt out, and you to your way; Belonging to a friend of mine.-Come out, fiddler; What say you to this lady? Be not fearful. Fran. Saving the reverence of my master's pleasure, I say, she is a whore, and that she has robb'd him, Hoping his hurts would kill him. 2 Con. Who provoked me? Nay, sirrah Squeak; I'll see your treble strings Petr. Thou damn'd impudence, And thou dried devil! Where's the officer? wild-fire, And makes the blood dance through the veins like Duke. Well, good luck with ye! John. If we outlive this night, sir. We have something now to do. John. I am sure I would have. Fred. If she be not found, we must fight. I have not fought a great while. Fred. If we die- John. There's so much money saved in lechery. [Excunt. We know their tongues and business; 'tis our own. Enter FREDERIC, JOHN, and Servant. Fred. The duke before us? But make your eyes your tongues. Neither indent before-hand for his payment, Nor know the breadth o' th' business? devil Sure his Duke. And you can shew me These things you promise? Vec. Your grace's word bound to me, No hand of law shall seize me. Duke. As I live, sir! Fetr. And as I live, that can do something too, sir ! Gilding all the vales below With your verdure, as ye blow, Raise these forms from under ground, With a soft and happy sound. [Soft Music. John. This is an honest conjurer, and a pretty poet : I like his words well; there's no bombast in 'em. "Who calls Jeronimo from his naked bed?" Land. I am your very landlady. Thus, as St. Dunstan blew the devil's nose |