Men. To be a villain is no such rude matter. Cam. No, if he be a neat one, and a perfect; Art makes all excellent. What is it, gentlemen, In a good cause to kill a dozen coxcombs, That blunt rude fellows call good patriots ? Nothing, nor ne'er look'd after. Men. 'Tis e'en as much, As easy too, as honest, and as clear, To ravish matrons, and deflower coy wenches : But here they are so willing, 'tis a compliment. Cle. To pull down churches with pretension To build 'em fairer, may be done with honour; And all this time believe no God. Cam. I think so; 'Tis faith enough if they name him in their angers, Men. 'Would I had his disease, Tied, like a leprosy, to my posterity, So he were right again. Cle. What is his malady? Cam. Nothing but sad and silent melancholy, Laden with griefs and thoughts, no man knows why neither. The good Brandino, father to the princes, Cle. Does he use his brother Cam. He is kept privately, as they pretend, Men. 'Tis full of sadness, To see him when he comes to his father's tomb, Enter FREDERICK, SORANO with the Cabinet, and PODRAMO. Cam. So do I too. The king, with his contrivers! This is no place for us. [Exeunt CLEANTHES, CAMILLO, and MENALLO. Fred. This is a jewel! Lay it aside. What paper's that? Pod. A letter; But 'tis a woman's, sir, I know by the hand, her. Sor. No, 'tis a cousin's, and came up with a Fred. What's that? [great cake. Sor. A pair of gloves the duchess gave her; For so the outside says. Fred. That other paper? Sor. A charm for the tooth-ach; here's nothing but saints and crosses. Fred. Look in that box; methinks that should hold secrets. Pod. 'Tis paint, and curis of hair; she begins to exercise. A glass of water too; I would fain taste it. Sor. These are all rings, deaths' heads. and such memento's, Her grandmother and worm-eaten aunts ieft to her, Pod. They are written songs, sir, to provoke young ladies. Lord, here's a prayer-book! how these agree! Here's a strange union! Sor. Ever by a surfeit You have a julep set, to cool the patient. Sor. They are verses: "To the blest Evanthe." "To the blest EVANTHE. Let those complain that feel Love's cruelty, With roses gently he has corrected me, My war is without rage or blows: My mistress' eyes shine fair on my desires, And hope springs up inflamed with her new fires. No more an exile will 1 dwell, With folded arms, and sighs all day, Reck'ning the torments of my hell, And flinging my sweet joys away: I am call'd home again to quiet pesce, My mistress smiles, and all my sorrows cease. Yet what is living in her eye, Or being blest with her sweet tongue, If these no other joys imply? A golden gyve, a pleasing wrong: To be your own but one poor month, I'd give Fred. This is my rival; that I knew the hand now! Sor. I know it, I have seen it; 'tis Valerio's, That hopeful gentleman's that was brought up With you, and, by your charge, nourish'd and fed At the same table, with the same allowance. Fred. And all this courtesy to ruin me? Cross my desires? He had better have fed humblier, And stood at greater distance from my fury! Go for him quickly, find him instantly, Perpetual hunger, and no teeth to satisfy it, Cas. These are fine words! Well, madam, madam! Evan. 'Tis not well, thou mummy! 'Tis impudently, basely done, thou dirty Fred. Has your young sanctity done railing, madam, Against your innocent 'squire ? sonnet, Do you see this There's neither heresy nor treason in it. Fred. A prince may beg at the door, whilst these feast with ye; A favour or a grace, from such as I am, Enter VALERIO and PODRAMO. You are welcome! Pray come near, sir: Val. [Aside.] I am betray'd!—I do, sir; Brought up to fetch and carry, like your worship, That have been hang'd for less; whipt there are daily; And if the law will do me right Pod. What then, old maggot? Cas. Thy mother was carted younger.—I'll have thy hide, Thy mangy hide, embroider'd with a dog-whip, Fred. Peace, good antiquity! I'll have your bones else Ground into gunpowder to shoot at cats with. Val. I repent neither; And marry her that sanctity would dote on, I have done amiss; if it be a treason To graft my soul to virtue, and to grow there, Fred. 'Tis well maintain'd. You wish and pray to Fortune, Here in your sonnet, (and she has heard your prayers) So much you dote upon your own undoing, To grow as old as Time in her embraces, To-morrow I will see you nobly married; You die both instantly!-Will you love me now, lady? My tale will now be heard ; but now I scorn you! [Exeunt all but VALERIO and EVANTHE. Evan. Is our fair love, our honest, our entire, Come to this hazard? Val. "Tis a noble one, And I am much in love with Malice for it; Labour, and loss of time. What should I live for? Is only made to wonder at a little, Enough for human eyes, and then to wander from. Val. Then grudge not my felicity. Val. Do anything that's honest; But, if you sue to him, in death I hate you! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-A Street. Enter CAMILLO, CLEANTHES, and MENALLO. Cam. Was there ever heard of such a marriage? Men. Marriage and hanging go by destiny; 'Tis the old proverb; now they come together. Cle. But a Month married, then to lose his life for't? [soldiers. I would have a long Month sure, that pays the Cam. Or get all the almanacks burnt, (that were And have no Month remember'd. [a rare trick) Enter TONY, with an Urinal. How now, Tony? Whose water are you casting? Is very sick, much troubled with the stone; Tony. When I mean to be hang'd; and 'tis the surer contract. Cle. What think you of this marriage of Valerio's ? Tony. They have given him a hot custard, And mean to burn his mouth with't. Had I known He had been given to die honourably, I would have help'd him to a wench, a rare one, Should have kill'd him in three weeks, and saved the sentence. Cam. There be them would have spared ten days of that too. Tony. It may be so; you have women of all virtues : There be some guns that I could bring him to, Some mortar-pieces that are placed i' th' suburbs, Would tear him into quarters in two hours; There be also of the race of the old cockatrices, That would dispatch him with once looking on him. Men. What Month wouldst thou chuse, Tony, If thou hadst the like fortune? Tony. I would chuse A mull'd sack Month, to comfort my belly; for sure My back would ache for't; and, at the Month's end, [gallows. I would be most dismally drunk, and scorn the Men. I would chuse March, for I would come in like a lion. Tony. But you'd go out like a lamb, when you went to hanging. Cam. I would take April, take the sweet o' th' year, And kiss my wench upon the tender flowrets, Tony. You would go a-maying gaily to the Cam. That's no news, fool. Tony. You may be knaves then when you please, stark knaves, And build fair houses; but your heirs shall have Men. These are undoubted. [none of 'em. Tony. Truth's not worth the hearing! I'll tell you news then: There was a drunken sailor, That got a mermaid with child as she went a-milking, And now she sues him in the bawdy-court for it; The infant monster is brought up in Fish-street. Cam. Ay, this is something! Tony. I'll tell you more; there was a fish taken, A monstrous fish, with a sword by his side, a long sword, A pike in's neck, and a gun in's nose, a huge gun, Do you think I'd tell you truths, that dare not hear 'em? You are honest things, we courtiers scorn to converse with. [Exit. Cam. A plaguy fool! But let's consider, gen tlemen, Why the queen strives not to oppose this sentence; The kingdom's honour suffers in this cruelty. Men. No doubt the queen, though she be vir tuous, Winks at the marriage; for by that only means The king's flame lessens to the youthful lady, If not goes out; within this Month, I doubt not, She hopes to rock asleep his anger also. Shall we go see the preparation? 'Tis time, for strangers come to view the wonder. Cam. Come, let's away. Send my friends happier weddings! [Exeunt Mar. Your fears are poor and foolish. Though he be hasty, and his anger death, His will like torrents not to be resisted, Yet law and justice go along to guide him; And what law, or what justice, can he find To justify his will? what act or statute, By human or divine establishment, Left to direct us, that makes marriage death? Honest fair wedlock? 'Twas given for increase, For preservation of mankind, I take it; He must be more than man then that dare break it. Come, dress you handsomely; you shall have my jewels, And put a face on that contemns base fortune; 'Twill make him more insult to see you fearful : Outlook his anger. Evan. Oh, my Valerio! Be witness, my pure mind, 'tis thee I grieve for! Mar. Make him know his cruelty In one rich earth, hung round about with blessings, I'll teach thee how to die too, if thou fear'st it. Mar. Death is unwelcome never, Though they paint it ugly, that's but to restrain us, You mould things handsomely, and then neglect 'em : A powerful prince should be constant to his power still, And hold up what he builds; then people fear him. Fred. She is thy sister. Sor. An she were my mother, Whilst I conceive 'tis you she has wrong'd, I hate To satisfy your angers that are just, Fred. I have done that already, [her, I fear, has pull'd too many curses on me! Sor. Curses, or envies, on Valerio's head (Would you take my counsel, sir) they should all light, And with the weight not only crack his scull, Or if it be revenge your anger covets, Sor. Add but your power unto me, I'll make him wish he were dead on his marriageday, Or bed-rid with old age; I'll make him curse, Here, take my ring; I am content he pay for't. SCENE IV.-The Gate of the Palace. Enter TONY, three Citizens, and three Wives. 1 Wife. Good master Tony, put me in. Tony. Where do you dwell? 1 Wife. Forsooth, at the sign of the Great Shoulder of Mutton. Tony. A hungry man would hunt your house out instantly; Keep the dogs from your door. Is this lettice ruff A fine sharp sallad to your sign. [your husband? 2 Wife. Will you put me in too? 3 Wife. And me, good master Tony? Tony. Put ye all in? You had best come twenty more; you think 'tis 1 Wife. And the brave masque too. Are you their husbands? 2 Cit. Yes, for want of better. Tony. I think so too; you would not be so mad To turn 'em loose to a company of young courtiers, 3 Wife. No, sir; we are better tutored. [tesy If you be thrust up hard; we thrust most furiously. 1 Wife. We know the worst. Tony. Get you two in then quietly. [Suffers 1 and 2 Woman to pass in. And shift for yourselves.-We must have no old women, They are out of use, unless they have petitions; Besides, they cough so loud. they drown the music. You would go in too? but there's no place for ye; 3 Cit. We will get in ; We'll venture broken pates else! You are too securely arm'd.-[Exeunt Citizens and Enter FREDERICK. Fred. Look to the door, sirrah; Thou art a fool, and mayst do mischief lawfully, ness have they? Tony. Some come to gape, those are my fellow fools; Some to get home their wives, those be their own fools; Some to rejoice with thee, those be the time's fools; And some I fear to curse thee, those are poor fools, A set, people call them honest. Enter CASSANDRA, passing over. Look, look, king, look! A weather-beaten lady new careen'd' Tony. The glasses of her eyes are new rubb'd And the worm-eaten records in her face [over, Are daub'd up neatly: She lays her breasts out too, like two poach'd eggs That had the yolks suck'd out: They get new heads also, New teeth, new tongues, (for the old are all worn And, as 'tis hoped, new tails. [out) Fred. For what? Tony. For old courtiers; The young ones are too stirring for their travels. Tony. The Fool and thou art parted. [Exit. spell; 'Twixt love and scorn, there's nothing felt but hell! [Exil. |