To my Honored, and selected friends
of the Noble Society of the Inner
Temple.

I may bee objected, my not inscri-
bing their names, or tittles, to
whom I dedicate this Poem, proce-
deth either from my diffidence of
their affection to me, or their vnwillingnes to be
publifhde the Patrons of a trifle. To such as shall
make so ltrict an inquifition of mee, I truely an-
were. The Play in the prelentment found
such a generall approbation, that it gaue mee af-
furance of their fauour to whole protection it is
now sacrèd, and they haue profef'd they so
fincerely allow of it, and the maker, that they
would haue freely granted that in the publicati-
on, which for some reafons. I denide my selfe.
one, and that is a maine one: I had rather inioy
(as I haue donne ) the reall proofes of their
friendship, then mountebancke like boaft their

numbers

To his worthy friend M. Philip

Maffinger, vpon his Tragacomedie
ftiled, The Picture.

M
E thinkes I heere some busy Criticke lay
Who's this that singly vsthers on this Play ?
'Tis boldnes I confesse, and yet perchance
It may be conſtur'd loue, not arrogance.
I do not heere vpon this leafe intrude
By praying one, to wrong a multitude.
Nor do I thinke that all are tyed to be
(Forc'd by my vote) in the fame creed with me.
Each man hath liberty to iudge; free will,
At his owne pleafure to ſpeake good, or ill.
But yet your Mufe alreadie's knowne ſo well
Her worth will hardly find an infidell.
Heere ſhe hath drawne a picture, which ſhall lye
Safe for all future times to practiſe by.
What ere ſhall follow are but Coppies, ſome
Preceding workes were types of this to come.
'Tis your owne liuely image, and ſetts forth
When we are duſt the beauty of your worth.
He that ſhall dully read and not aduance
Ought that is heere betrayes his ignorance.
Yet whoſoeuer beyond desert commends
Errs more by much then he that reprehends,
For prayſe miſplac'd, and honor ſet vpon
A worthleſſe ſubieſt is detraction.
I cannot fin ſo heere, valeſſe I went
About, to ſtile you only excellent.
Apollo's guifts are not confind alone
To your diſpoſe, He hath more heires then one,

And.

And such as do deriue from his bleſt hand
A large inheritance in the Poets land
As well as you, nor are you I affure
My ſelfe ſo enuious, but you can endure.
To heere their præife, whose worth long ſince was knowne
And luſtly to, prefer'd before your owne.
I know you would take it for an iniury,
( And 'tis a well becomming modeſty )
To be paraleld with *Beaumont*, or to heare
Your name by ſome to partiall friend write neere
Vnequal'd *Ionsen*: being men whose fire
At diſtance, and with reuerence you admir'd.
Do ſo and you ſhall find your gaine will bee
Much more by yeelding them prioritie
Then with a certainty of loſſe to hould
A foolish competition; Tis to bould.
A taſque, and to be ſhunde, nor ſhall my præyſe
With to much waight ruine, what it would præyſe.

Thomas Iay.

THE PICTVRE,

*A true Hungarian History.*

*Actus primi, Scena prima.*

*Enter Mathias in armour, Sophia in a riding sute, Corissa, Hilario with other seruants.*

*Mathias.*

Since we must part Sophia, to pass further
Is not alone impertinent but dangerous.
We are not distant from the Turkish camp
About five leagues, and who knows but some part of
Of his Tim Mariot that scoure the country
May fall upon us, be now as thy name
Truly interpreted hath euer spoke thee,
Wife, and discreete, and to thy understanding
Marrie thy constant pacience.

*Sophia. Yow put me Sir,
To the vtmost triall of it.*

*Mathias, Nay noe melting,
Since the necessity that now seperates vs,
We have long since disputed, and the reasons
Forcing me to it, too oft wash'd in teates,
I grant that you in birth were farre about me,
And great men my superiours riualls for you,
But mutuall consent of heart, as hands
Ioynde by true loue hath made vs one, and equal;
Nor is it in me meere desire of fame,*

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Or

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Or to be aside vp by the publike voyce
For a braue fouldier that puts on my armour,
Such aerie tumours take not me you know
How narrow our demeanes are, and what's more
Hauing as yet no charge of children on vs
We hardly can subfift.

*Sophia.* In you alone fir
I haue all abundance.

*Mathias.* For my minds content
In your owne language I could anſwere you
You haue beene an obedient wife, a right one,
And to my power, though ſhort of your defert
I haue beene euer an indulgent husband.
we haue long inioyd the ſweets of loue, and though
Not to fatiſh, or lothing, yet
We muſt not liue ſuch dotardes on our pleaſures
As ſtill to hugge them to the certaine loſſe
Of profit, and preferment, competent meanes
Maintaines aquiet bed, want breeds diſſention.
Even in good women.

*Sophia.* Haue you found in me fir
Any diſtaſt, or ſigne of diſcontent
For want of what's ſuperfluous ?

*Mathias, No Sophia.*
Nor ſhalt thou euer haue cauſe to repent
Thy conſtant courſe in goodnes if heauen bleſſe
My honeſt vndertakings; tis for thee
That I turne ſouldier, and put forth deereſt
Vpon this ſea of action as a faſt or
To trade for rich materials to adorne
Thy noble parts, and ſhow'em in full luſtre.
I bluſh that other ladies leſſe in beauty
And outward forme, but in the harmonie
Of the ſoules rauiſhing muſicke the ſame age
Not to be nam'd with thee, ſhould ſo out ſhine thee
In iewels, and variety of wardrobes,

While

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While you (to whole sweet innocence both Indies
Compar'd are of no value) wanting these
Passe vnregarded.

*Sophia.* If I am so rich or
In your opinion, why should you borrow
Additions for me?

*Mathias.* Why? I should be censur'd
Of ignorance poſſing such a Iewell
Aboue all price, if I forbeare to giue it
The beſt of ornaments. Therefore *Sophia*,
In few words know my pleafure and obey me,
As you haue euer done to your diſcretion,
I leaue the government of my family
And our poore fortunes, and from these command
Obedienoe to you as to my ſelfe,
To the vtmoſt of what's mine liue plenteously,
And ere the remnant of our ſtore be ſpent,
With my good ſword I hope I ſhall reape for you
A harueſt in ſuch full abundance, as
Shall make a merry winter.

*Sophia.* Since you are not
To be diuerted Sir from what you purpofe
All arguments to ſtay you heere are vſeleſſe.
Goe when you pleafe Sir, Eyes I charge you waſte not
One drop of ſorrow, looke you hoord all vp
Till in my widdowed bed I call vpon you,
But then be ſure you faile not. You bleft Angels
Guardians of humane life, I at this inſtant
Forbeare t'inuoke you, at our parting 'twere
To perſonate deuotion. My ſoule
Shall goe along with you, and when you are
Circl'd with death and horrour ſeeke and finde you :
And then I will not leaue a Saint vnſu'd to
For your protection. To tell you what
I will doe in your abſence, would Iſew poorely,
My actions ſhall ſpeake me, 'twere to doubt you

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While

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To begge I may heere from you, where you are,
You cannot line obscure nor shall one poft
By night, or day paſſe vnexamined by me.
If I dwell long vpon your lips, confider
After this feaſt the griping faſt that followes
And it will be excuſable, pray turne from mee.
All that I can is ſpoken.

Exit Sophia.

Mathias. Follow your mifterſſe.
For beare your wishes for me, let mee finde'em
At my returne in your prompt will to ſerue her.

Hilario. For my part fir I will grow leane with ſtudy
To make her merry.

Corifa. Though you are my Lord,
Yet being her gentlewoman, by my place
I may take my leaue, your hand or if you pleafe
To haue me in fight so high, ile not be coy
But ſtande a tiptoe for't;

Mathias. O farewell gyrle.

Hilario. A kiffe well begg'd Corifa,
Corifa. Twas my fee,

Loue how he melts ! I cannot blame my ladies
Vnwillingneſſe to part with ſuch marmulade lips.
There will be ſcrambling for'em in the campe,
And were it not for my honeſty I could with now
I were his leager landreſſe I would finde
Sope of mine owne, enough to wash his linnen
Or I would ſtraine hard for't

Hilario. How the mammet twitters!
Come, come my ladie ſtaies for vs.

Corifa. Would I had beene
Her ladiship the laſt night.

Hilario. Noe more of that wench.

Exunt Hilario.

Mathias. I am ſtrangely troubled: yet why I ſhould nouriſh
A furie heere, and with imagind foode.
Hauing no reall grounds on which to raife,
A buildings of ſuſpition, ſhe was euer

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Or can be false heereafter I in this
But foolifly inquire the knowledge of
A future sorrow, which if I find out,
My preſent ignorance were a cheape purchafe
Though with my false of beeing, I haue already
Dealt with a friend of mine, a generall ſcholler
One deeply read in natures hidden ſecrets,
And though with much vnwillingneſſe haue wone him
To doe as much as Art can to reſolue me
My fate that followes to my wifh, Hee's come.
Julio Baptiſa, now I may aſſirme
Your promife, and performance walke together.
And therefore without circumſtance to the point,
Inſtruct me what I am.

Enter
Baptiſa.

Baptiſa. I could wifh you had
Made triall of my loue ſome other way.
Mathias. Nay this is from the purpose.
Baptiſa. If you can,
Proportion your deſire to any meane
I do pronounce you happy I haue found
By certaine rules of Art your matchleſſe wife
Is to this preſent hower from all pollution
Free and vntainted.
Mathias. Good.
Baptiſa. In reaſon therefore
You ſhould fixe heere, and make no farther ſerach
Of what may fall heereafter.

Mathias. O Baptiſa,
Tis not in me to maſter so my paſſions,
I muſt know farther, or you haue made good
But halſe your promiſe while my loue ſtood by,
Holding her vpright, and my preſence was
A watch vpon her; her deſires being met to
with equall ardor from me; what one proofe
Could the giue of her conſtancy being vntempted?
But when I am abſent, and my comming backe

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Vncertaine,

it Sophia.

dy.

Hilario.
Ild nourifh

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Vncertaine, and thofe wanton heates in women
Not to be quench'd by lawfull meanes, and shee
The absolute dispofer of her selfe,
Without, controule, or curbe nay more inuited
By opportunity and all strong temptations
If then she ho'd out.

Baptista. As no doubt she will,

Mathias. Thofe doubts must be made certainties Baptista
By your affurance, or your boafted Art
Deferues no admiration, how you trifle
And play with my afflietion? I am on
The wracke till you confirme mee.

Baptista. Sure Mathias.

I am no God, nor can I diue into
Her hidden thoughts, or know what her intents are
That is deni'd to art, and kept conceald
enen from the diuels themfelues: they can but gueffe
Out of long obferuation what is likely,
But pofitively to foretell that this shall be
You may conclude impoffible, all I can
I will doe for you when you are diffant from her
A thoufand leauges as if you then were with her
You shall know truly when she is solicited,
Aud how far wrought on.

Mathias. I defire no more.

Baptista. Take then this little modell of Sophia
With more then humane ſkill limde to the life
Each line, and lenament of it in the drawing
Soe punctually obſerued that had it motion
In ſo much't were her ſelfe.

Mathias, It is indeede
An admirable peece, but if it haue not
Some hidden vertue that I cannot gueſſe at
In what can it aduantage me ?

Baptista. Ile inſtruct you,
Carry it ſtill about you and as oft

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Vbaldo. It concernes the liues
Of two great armies,
Ricardo. Was it cherfully
Received by the King?
Vbaldo. Yes, for being assured
The armies were in view of one another
Hauing proclaimed a publicke faft, and prayer
For the good fucceſſe, dispatch'd a gentleman
Of his priuy chamber to the generall
With absolute authority from him
To trie the fortune of a day.
Ricardo. No doubt then
The Generall will come on and fight it brauel-y,
Heauen Prosper him, this militarie art
I grant to be the nobleft of profefſions
And yet I thanke my ſtars for I was neuer
Inclin'd to learne it, ſince this bubble honour,
( Which is indeede the nothing ſouldiers fight for
With the loſſe of limbes, or life ) is in my iudgement
Too deare a purchase.
Vbaldo. Giue me our Court-warfare,
The danger is not great in the encounter
Of a faire Miftrefſe.
Ricardo. Faire and found together
Doe very well Vbaldo. But ſuch are
With difficulty to be found out, and when they know
Their value priz de too high. By thy owne report
Thou waſt at twelue a gameſter, and ſince that
Studied all kinds of females, from the night-trader
I'the ſtreete with certaine danger to thy pocket,
To the great Lady in her Cabinet,
That ſpent vpon thee more in cullifes
To ſtrengthen thy weake backe, then would maintaine
Twelue Flanders mares, and as many running horſes
Befides Apothecaries and Chirurgeons bills
Pard vpon all occafions, and thofe frequent.

Vbaldo.

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Ubaldo. You talke Ricardo, as if yet you were
A nouice in those misteries.

Ricardo. By no means,
My Doctor can assure the contrary,
I loose no time. I haue felt the paine and pleasure
As he that is a gamefter, and playes often
Muft sometimes be a looser.

Ubaldo. Wherefore then
Doe you enuy me?

Ricardo. It growes not from my want,
Nor thy abundance, but being as I am
The likelier man, and of much more experience,
My good parts, are my curfies, there's no beauty
But yeeldes ere it be summon'd, and as nature
Had sign'd me the monopolie of maidenheads,
There's none can buy till I haue made my market,
Satiety cloyes me, as I liue I would part with
Halfe my eftate, nay trauaile ore the world
To finde that onely Phænix in my search
That could hold out againft me.

Ubaldo. Be not rapp'd so:
You may spare that labour, as she is a woman
What thinke you of the Queene?

Ricardo. I dare not aime at
The petticoate royall, that is still excepted :
Yet were she not my Kings, being the abstract
Of all that's rare, or to be wifh'd in woman,
To write her in my catalogue, hauing inioy'd her
I would venter my necke to a halter, but we talke of
Impoffibilities, as she hath a beauty

Would make old Neſtor young, ſuch maiety
Drawes ſoorth a ſword of terrour to defend it,
As would fright Paris, though the Queene of loue
Vow'd her beſt furtherance to him.

Ubaldo. Haue you obſeru'd
The gravity of her language mix'd with ſweetneſſe?

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Ricardo.

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Too curious, much leſſe prodigall to receiue her?
But that the ſplendour of her beames of beauty
Hath ſtrucke the e blinde?

Enbulus. As dotage hath done you.

Ladiſtus. Dotage, O blaſphemy! is it in me
To ſerue her to her merit? is ſhenot
The daughter of a King?

Enbulus. And you the ſonne
Of ours I take it, by what priuledge eſſe
Doe you reigne ouer vs? for my part I know not
Where the diſpairity lyes.

Ladiſtus. Her birth old man,
Old in the Kingdomes ſeruice which protecſt thee,
Is the leaſt grace in her: and though her beauties
Might make the thunderer a riuall for her,
They are but ſuperficiall ornaments
And faintly ſpeake her, from her heauenly mind
Were all antiquity and ſiſtion loft
Our moderne Poets could not in their fancie
But ſaſhion a *Minerua* farre tranſcending
Th'imagin'd one, whom *Homer* onely dreamt of,
But then adde this, ſhe's mine, mine *Enbulus*.

And though ſhe know one glance from her faire eyes
Muſt make all gazers her idolaters,
Shee is ſo ſparing of their influence
That to ſhun ſuperſtition in others,
Shee ſhootes her powerfull beames onely at me.
And can I then, whom ſhe deſires to hold
Her Kingly captiue aboue all the world,
Whofe Nations and Empires if ſhe pleas'd
Shee might command as ſlaues, but gladly pay
The humble tribute of my loue and ſeruice,
Nay if I ſayd of adoration to her
I did not erre?

Enbulus. Well, ſince you hugge your fetters
In loues name weare'em. You are a King, and that

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The grace conferred upon me.

**Ladiflans.** You transcend
In all things excellent, and it is my glory,
Your worth weighed truly to depose my selfe
From absolute command, surrendring vp
My will and faculties to your dispoſure:
And heere I vow, not for a day or yeere,
But my whole life, which I wiſh long to ſerve you :
That what ſoever I in iuſtice may
Exact from these my ſubieſts, you from me
May boldly challenge. And when you require it,
In ſigne of my ſubiection, as your vassall,
Thus I will pay my homage.

**Honoria.** O forbeare Sir,
Let not my Lips enuie my Robe: on them
Print your alegiance often. I deſire
No other fealtie.

**Ladiflans.** Gracious Soueraigne,
Boundleſſe in bounty !

**Enbulus.** Is not heere fine fooling ?
He's queſtionleſſe bewitch'd. would I were gelt
So that would diſenchant him. Though I forfeit
My life for it I muſt ſpeake. By your good leaue fir,
I haue no ſute to you, nor can you grant one
Hauing no Power. You are like me a ſubieſt.
Her more then ſerene Maiety being preſent.
And I muſt tell you, 'tis ill manners in you,
Hauing depos'd your ſelfe to keepe your hat on,
And not stand bare as we doe, being no King,
But a ſellow ſubieſt with vs. Gentlemen vſhers
It does belong to your place, ſee it reform, d,
He has giuen away his Crowne, and cannot challenge
The privilege of his bonnet.

**Ladiflans.** Doe no tempt me.

**Enbulus.** Tempt you, in what ? in following your example,
If you are angry queſtion me heereafter,

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As

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As Ladislaws should do Enbulus
On equall termes, you were of late my soueraigne
But weary of it, I now bend my knee
To her diuinity, and desire a boone
From her more then magnificence.
*Honoria*. Take it freely.
Nay be not mou'd, for our mirth fake let vs heare him,
*Enbulus*, 'Tis but to alke a queftion, haue you ne're read
The ftory of Semiramis and Ninus?

*Honoria*. Not as I remember.

*Enbulus*. I will then inſtruct you,
And tis to the purpofe, this Ninus was a King,
And ſuch an impotent louing King as this was
But now hee's none, this Ninus (pray you obſerue me)
Doted on this Semiramis, a ſmiths wife,
(I muſt confefſe there the comparifon holdes not,
You are a Kings daughter, yet vnder your correction
Like her a woman) this *Aſſirian* menarch
(Of whom this is a patternne) to expreſſe
His loue, and ſeruice, ſeated her as you are,
In his regall throne, and bound by oth his Nobles
For getting all alleageance to himſelfe
One day to be her ſubjeſts, and to put
In eſtimation what euer ſhée
Pleat'd to impoſe vpon 'em, pray you command him
To minifter the like to vs and then
You ſhall heare what follow'd.

*Ladislaws*. Well fir to your ſtory.

*Enbulus*. You haue no warrant, ſtand by, Let me know
Your pleafure Goddeſſe.

*Honoria*. Let this nod affure you.

*Enbulus*. Goddeſſe like indeede, as I lie a pretty Idoll,
She knowing her power wifely made vſe of it
And fearing his inſconſtancy, and repentance
Of what he had granted(as in reaſon Madam,
Yomay doe his) that hee might neuer haue

Power

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Power to recall his grant, or question her
For her short government, instantly gaue order
To haue his head ftrucke off.

*Ladiflaus.* I'ft poſſible?

*Enbulus.* The ſtory ſayes so and commends her wifedome
For making vſe of her authority :
And it is worth your imitation Madam,
He loues ſubieſtion, and you are no *Queene*
Vnleſſe you make him ſeele the waight of it.
You are more then all the world to him, and that,
He may be ſoe to you, and not ſeeke change,
When his delights are ſated, mew him vp
In ſome cloſe prifon, if you let him liue
(Which is no policy) and there dyet him
As you thinke fit to ſeede your appetite
Since there ends his ambition.

*Ubaldo.* Diueliſh counſaile.

*Ricardo.* The King's amaz'd.

*Vbaldo.* The Queene appears too full
Of deepe imaginations, *Enbulus*
Hath put both to it.

*Ricardo.* Now ſhe ſeemes reſolu'd
I long to know the iſſue.

*Honoria* descends.

*Honoria.* Giue me leaue,
Deare fir to reprehend you for appearing
Perplex'd with what this old man out of enuy
Of your vnequal'd graces ſhowr'd vpon me,
Hath in his fabulous ſtory ſawcily
Applide to me, fir that you onely nouriſh
One doubt *Honoria* dares abufe the power
With which ſhee is inueſted by your ſauour,
Or that ſhe euer can make vſe of it
To the iniury of you the great beſtower,
Takes from your iudgement, it was your delight
To ſeeke to me with more obſequiouſneſſe,

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Then I desir'd. And sood it with my duety
Not to receiue what you were pleas'd to offer ?
I doe but act the Part you put vpon me,
And though you make me Personate a Queene,
And you my subieſt, when the play your pleafure
Is at a period, I am what I was
Before I enter'd, ſtill your humble wife,
And you my royall Soueraigne.

Ricardo. Admirable !

Honoria. I haue heard of Captains taken more with dang
Then the rewards, and if in your approches
To thofe delights which are your owne, and freely
To heighten your defire, you make the paſſage
Narrow and difficult, ſhall I preſcribe you?
Or blame your fondneſſe ? Or can that ſwell me
Beyond my iuſt proportion?

Ubaldo. Aboue wonder !

Ladifluns. Heauen make me thankefull for ſuch goodneſſe.
Honoria. Now Sir,

Ladifluns. I am tranſported
Beyond my ſelfe.

Honoria. And now to your wife Lordſhip,
Am I prou'd a Semiramis ? or hath
My Ninus, as maliciously you made him,
Cauſe to repent th' exceſſe of ſauour to me,
Which you call dotage?

Ladifluns. Anſwere wretch.

Enbulus. I dare Sir,
And ſay how euer the euent may pleade
In your defence, you had a guilty cauſe;
Nor was it wifedome in you ( I repeat it)
To teach a Lady, humble in her ſelfe

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With the ridiculous dotage of a louer
To be ambitious.

Honoria. Eubulus, I am so,
Tis rooted in me, you mistake my temper.
I do professe my selfe to be the moft
Ambitious of my sex, but not to hould
Command ouer my Lord, such a proud torrent
Would fincke me in my wishes; not that I
Am ignorant how much I can deferue
And may with iustice challenge..

Eubulus. This I look'd for;
After this seeming humble ebbe I knew
A gushing tide would follow.

Honoria. By my birth,
And liberall giftes of nature, as of fortune,
From you, as things beneath me, I expect
What's due to maiety, in which I am
A sharer with your soueraigne.

Eubulus. Good againe!

Honoria. And as I am moft eminent in place,
In all my actions I would appeere so.

Ladiflaus. You need not feare a riuall.

Honoria. I hope not;
And till I finde one, I difdaine to know
What enuie is.

Ladiflaus. You are aboue it Madam.

Honoria. For beauty without art, difcoursè, and free
From affectation, with what graces else
Can in the wife and daughter of a King
Be wifh'd, I dare prefer my selfe.

Eubulus. As I
Blush for you lady, trumpet your owne prayſes ?
This ſpoken by the people had beene heard
With honour to you; does the court afford
No oyle-tongu'd paraſite, that you are forc'd
To be your owne groſſe flatterer ?

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Actus secundi, Scænaprima.

Enter Hilario, Corifca.

Hilario.

You like my speech ?
Corifca. Yes, if you giue it action
In the deliuerie.

Hilario. If ? I pitty you.
I haue plaide the foole before, this is not the first time,
Nor shall be I hope the last.

Corifca. Nay I thinke so to.
Hila. And if I put her not out of her dumps with laughter,
Ile make her howle for anger.

Corifca. Not too much
Of that good fellow Hilario. Our sad Lady
Hath drank too often of that bitter cup,
A pleasant one must restore her. With what patience
Would she induce to heare of the death of my Lord,
That merely out of doubt he may miscary
Afflicts her selfe thus?

Hilario. Vm, 'tis a queftion
A widdow onely can resolue. There be some
That in their husbandsicksness haue wep'd
Their pottle of teares a day : but being once certaine
At midnight he was dead, haue in the morning
Dri'd vp their handkerchers, and thought no more on't.

Corifca. Tush, shee is none of that race, if her forrow
Be not true and perfit, I againft my sex
Will take my oath woman nere wep'd in earneft.
She has made her selfe a prifoner to her chamber,
Darke as a dungeon, in which no beame

Of comfort enters. She admits novisits;
Eates little, and her nightly musicke is
Of sighes and groanes tun'd to such harmonie

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Of feeling groane, that I against my nature
Am made one of the comfort. This houre onely
She takes the aire, a custome euery day
She sollemnly obferues, with greedy hopes
From some that paffe by to receiue affurance
Of the succeſſe, and safety of her Lord :
Now if that your deuice will take

Hilario. Nere feare it :
I am prouided cap a pe, and haue
My properties in readinesſe.

Sophia within. Bring my vaile there.

Corisca. Be gone, I heare her comming.

Hilario. If I do not
Appeare, and what's more, appeare perſit, hiffie me.

Exit Hilario.

Enter Sophia.

Sophia. I was flatter'd once I was a Star, but now
Turn'd a prodig'ous meteor, and like one
Hang in the aire betweene my hopes, and feares,
And euery howre the little Ituffe burnt out
That yeelds a waning light to dying comfort,
I doe expect my fall and certaine ruine.
In wretched things more wretched is delay,
And hope a parafite to me, being vnmaſqu'd
Appeares more horrid then defpaire, and my
Distraction worse then madneſſe : eu'n my prayers
When with moſt zeale ſent vpward, are pull'd downe,
With strong imaginary doubts and feares,
And in their ſuddaine precipice orewhelme me.
Dreames, and phantaſtich eviſions walke the round,
About my widdowed bed, and euery flumber,
Broken with lowd alarms : can theſe be then
But ſad preſages girle ?

Corisca. You mak 'em so,
And antedate a loffe ſhall ne're fall on you.
Such pure affection, such mutuall loue,

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A bed, and vndefil'd on either part,
A house without contention, in two bodies
One will, and Soule like to the rod of concord,
Kiffing each other, cannot be short liu'd
Or end in barrenneſſe: if all theſe deare Madam
(Sweet in your ſadneſſe) I'ould produce no ſtruite,
Or leaue the age no models of your ſelues,
To witneſſe to poſterity what you were
Succeeding times frighted with the example
But hearing of your ſtory, would inſtruct
Their faireſt iſſue to meete ſenſually,
Like other creatures, and forbeare to raife
True loue, or Himen Altars.

Sophia. O Corifa,
I know thy reaſons are like to thy wisheſ,
And they are built vpon a weake foundation,
To raife me comfort. Ten long dayes are paſt,
Ten long dayes my Corifa, ſince my Lord
Embarqu'd himſelfe vpon a Sea of danger,
In his deare care of me. And if his life
Had not beene ſhipwrack'd on the rocke of war,
His tenderneſſe of me ( knowing how much
I languifh for his abſence ) had prouided
Some truſty friend from wohm I might receiue
Aſſurance of his ſafety.

Corifa. Ill newes Madam,
Are ſwallow-wing'd, but what's good walkes on crutches:
With patience expect it, and ere long
No doubt you ſhall heare from him.

A ſowgelders korne blowne. A Poſſ.

Sophia. Ha! What's that?
Corifa. The foole has got a ſowgelders horne
As I take it Madam.

Sophia. It makes this way ſtill,
Neerer and neerer:

Corifa. From the Campe I hope.

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Enter Hilario, with a long white hayre and beard, in an
anticke armour, one with a horne before him.

Sophia. The meffenger appeares, and in ſtrange armour.
Heauen if it be thy will !

Hilario. It is no boote
To ſtrium, our horſes tir'd let's walke on foot,
And that the Caſtle which is very neere vs,
To giue vs entertainment may ſoone heare vs,
Blow luſtily my Lad, and drawing nigh a,
Aske for a Lady which is clep'd Sophia.

Corisca. He names you Madam.

Hilario. For to her I bring,
Thus clad in in armes, newes of a pretty thing,
By name Mathias.

Sophia. From my Lord? O Sir,
I am Sophia, that Mathias wife.

So may Mars fauour you in all your battailles,
As you with ſpeede vnloade me of the burthen
I labour vnder, till I am confirm'd
Both where, and how you left him.

Hilario. If thou art
As I beleeue, the pigs-ney of his heart,
Kuow hee's in health, and what's more full of glee,
And so much I was will'd to ſay to thee.

Sophia. Haue you no letters from him ?

Hilario. No more words.

In the Campe we vſe no pens, but write with ſwords:

Yet as I am inioyn'd, by word of mouth
I will proclaime his deeds from North to South.

But tremble not while I relate the wonder,

Though my eyes like lightning ſhine, and my voyce thunder.

Sophia. This is ſome counterfeit bragart.

Corisca. Heare him Madam.

Hila. The Reere march'd firſt, which follow'd by the Van,
And wing'd with the Battalia, no man

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Durft stay to shift a shirt or louze himselfe;
Yet ere the armies ioyn'd, that hopefull elfe,
Thy deere my dainty duckling, bold Mathias
Adjuane'd, and star'd like Hercules or Golias.
A hundred thousand Turkes, it is no vaunt,
Affai'd him, euery one a Termagaunt,
But what did he then? with his keene edge speare
He cut, and Carbonadode 'em, heere, and there,
Lay leggs and armes, and as'tis fayd truely
Of Beuus, some he quarter'd all in three.

Sophia. This is ridiculous.

Hilario. I must take breath
Then like a Nightingale i'le sing his death;

Sophia. His death?

Hilario. I am out.

Corisca. Recouer dunder-head.

Hilario. How he escap'd I should haue sung, not dide
For, though a knight, when I said so I lide
Weary he was, and scarfe could stand upright
And looking round for some couragious Knight
To reskue him, as one perplex'd in woe
He cald to me, helpe, helpe Hilario,
My valiant feruant helpe.

Corisca. He has spoyld all.

Sophia. Are you the man of armes then? ile make bold
To take of your martiall beard, you had fooles hayre
Enough without it. Slaue, how durft thou make
Thy sport of what concernes me more then life,
In such an anticke fashion? am I growne
Contemptible to those I feed? you mignion
Had a hand in it to, as it appeares,

Your petticote ferues for bases to this warrior.

Corisca. We did it for your mirth.

Hilario. For my selfe I hope,
I haue spoke like a fouldier.

Sophia. Hence you rascall.

thunder.

by the Van,

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I neuer but with reuerence name my Lord
And can I heere it by thy tongue prophain'd
And not correct thy folly? but you are
Transform'd, and turnd Knight errant, take your courfe
And wander where you pleafe, for heere I vow
By my Lords life (an oath I will not breake)
Till his returne, or certainty of his safety,
My doores are shut againft thee.

Exit Sophia.

Corifca. You haue made
A fine piece of worke on't: how do you like the quality?
You had a foolish itch to be an actor,
And may ftrowle where you pleafe.

Hilario. Will you buy my flare?

Corifca. No certainely, I feare I haue already
Too much of mine owne, I'le onely as a damfell
(As the bookes fay) thus far helpe to disarme you,
And so deere Don Quixote taking my leaue,
I leaue you to your fortune.

Exit Corifca.

Hilario. Haue I fweate
My braines out for this quaint and rare inuention,
And am I thus rewarded? I could turne?
Tragœdian, and rore now, but that I feare
'Twould get me too great a ftomacke hauing no meat
To pacifie Colon, what will become of me?
I cannot begge in armor, and fteale I dare not :
My end muft bee to ftand in a corne feild
And fright away the crowes for bread, and cheesef,
Or finde some hollow tree in the high way,
And there vntill my Lord returne fell fwitches
No more Hilario, but Dolorio now.
Ile weepe my eyes out, and bee blind of purpose
To moue compassion, and so I vanish,

Exit Hilario.

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Actus secundi Scana secunda,

Enter Eubulus, Vbaldo, Ricardo, and others.

Eubulus. Are the gentlemen sent before as it was order'd
By the Kings direction to entertaine
The Generall?

Ricardo. Long since, they by this haue met him,
And giu'n him the beïnvenue.

Eubulus. I hope I neede not
Instruct you in your parts.

Vbaldo. How ! vs my Lord !
Feare not, we know our distances and degrees
To the very inch where we are to salute him.

Ricardo. The state were miferable if the Court had none
Of her owne breede, familiar with all garbes.

Gracious in England, Italie, Spaine or France,
With forme, and punctuallity to receiue

Stranger Embaffadours. For the Generall
Hee's a meere natione, and it matters not
Which way we doe accoft him.

Vbaldo. 'Tis great pitty
That such as fit at the helme prouide no better
For the tiraning vp of the Gentry. In my iudgement
An Academie erected, with large penfions
To such as in a table could fet downe
The congees, cringes, poftures, methods, phrase,
Proper to euery Nation.

Ricardo. O it were
An admirable piece of worke !

Vbaldo. And yet rich fooles
Throw away their charity on Hospitals
For beggers, and lame fouldiers, and nere study
The due regard to complement and court-fhip,
Matters of more import, and are indeed
The glories of a Monarchie.

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Embulus. These no doubt
Are state, points, gallants, I confesse, but sure,
Our court needs no aydes this way, since it is
A schoole of nothing else: there are some of you
Whom I forbeare to name, whose coyning heads
Are the mints of all new fashions, that haue donne
More hurt to the Kingdome by superfluous brauerie
Which the foolish gentry imitate then a war
Or a long famine, all the treasure by
This foule exceffe, is got into the marchants,
Embroiderers, folkemans, Iewellers, Taylors hand,
And the third part of the land to, the nobility
Ingrossing titles onely.

Ricardo. My lord you are bitter.

Enter a servant. a trumpet,

Ser. the Generall is alighted, and now entred.
Ricardo. Were he ten Generals I am prepared
And know what I will doe.

Eubulus. Pray you what Ricardo?

Ricardo. Ile fight at complement with him.

Ubaldo. Ile charge home to.

Eubulus. And that's a desperate service if you come of well.

Enter Ferdinand, Mathias, Baptista, two captains.

Ferdinand. Captaine command the officers to keepe
The fouldier as he march'd in ranke and file
Till they heare farther from me.

Eubulus. Heer's one speaks
In another keye, this is no canting language
Taught in your Academie.

Ferdinand. Nay I will preſent you
To the King my selfe.

Mathias. A grace beyond my merit,

Ferdinand. You vndervalew what I cannot get
Too high a price on,

Eubulus. With a friends true heart
I gratulate your returne.

Ferdinando.

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Ferdinando: Next to the fauour
Of the great King I am happy in your friendlhip:
Ubaldo. By courtship, course on both fides,
Ferdinando. pray you receiue
This ftranger to your knowledge, on my credit
At allparts hee deferuesit.
Eubulus. Your report
Is a ftrong affurance to mee, fir moſt welcome
Mathias. This fayd by you, the rcuerence of your age
Commands mee to beleeue it.
Ricardo. this was pretty.
But ſecond mee now, I cannot ſtoope too lowe
To doe your excellence that due obſeruance
Your fortune claimes.
Eubulus. Hee nere thinks on his vertue.
Ricardo. For beeing, as you are, the ſoule of ſouldiers,
And bulwarke of Bellona,
Ubaldo. The protection
Both of the court and King.
Ricardo. and the ſole mignion
Of mighty Mars
Ubaldo. One that with iuſtice may
Increafe the number of the worthies.
Eubulus. hoye day.
Ricardo. It beeing impoſſible in my armes to circle
Such giant worth.
Ubaldo. At diſtance wee prefume
To kiffe your honored gauntlet.
Eubulus. What replie now
Can he make to this fopperie ?
Ferdinand. You haue ſayd
Gallants, ſo much, and hitherto done ſo little,
That 't ill I learne to ſpeake, and you to doe:
I muſt taketime to thanke you.
Eubulus. As I line
Anſwer'd as I could wifh. How the fops gap now!

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Ricardo. This was harsh, and scurvie.

Vbaldo. We will be reueng'd

When he comes to court the ladies, and laugh at him.

Eubulus. Nay doe your offices gentlemen, and conduct the Generall to the prefence.

Ricardo. Keepe your order.

Vbaldo. Make way for the Generall.

Exeunt omnes prater Eubulum.

Eubulus. What wife man
That with iudicious eyes lookes one a souldier
But muft confesse that fortunes swinge is more
Ore that profession, then all kinds else
Of life purfu'd by man, they in a ftate
Are but as chirurgions to wounded men
Euen desperate in their hopes, while paine and anguifh
Make them blaſpheme, and call in vaine for death ;
Their wiues and children kiffe the chirurgions knees
Promife him mountaines, if his faning hand
Reſtore the tortur'd wretch to former ſtrength.
But when grimme death by Æſculapius art
Is frighted from the houſe, and health appeares,
In ſanguin colours on the ſicke mans face,
All is forgot, and asking his reward.
Hee's payd with curſes, often receaues wounds
From him whose woundes hee curde, ſo ſouldiers
Though of more worth and vſe, meete the fame fate,
As it is too apparent. I haue obſeru'd
In one hue.
When horrid Mars the touch of whose rough hand
With Palfies ſhakes a kingdome, hath put on
His dreadfull Helmer, and with terror fills
The place where helike an vnwelcome gueſt
Reſolue toreuell, how the Lords of her, like
The tradefman, marchant, and litigious pleader
(And ſuch like Scarabes bred'ith dung of peace)
In hope of their protection humbly offer

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It was well fought on both sides, and almost
With equal fortune, it continuing doubtfull
Upon whose tents plum'd victory would take
Her glorious stands, impatient of delay
With the flower of our prime gentlemen I charg'd
Their maine Bartalia, and with their afflixture
Brake in, but when I was almost taflur'd
That they were routed, by a Stratagem
Of the subtilt Turke, who opening his grosser body,
And ralyng vp his troopes on either side,
I found my selfe so far ingag'd ( for I
Must not conceale my errors) that I knew not
Which way with honor to come off.

Enbulus. I like

A Generall that tells his faults, and is not
Ambitious to ingroſſe vnto himſelfe
All honour as ſome haue, in which with iuſtice
They could not claime a ſhare.

Ferdinand. Being thus hem'd in
Their Cimitars [rag'd among vs, and my horſe
Kil'd vnder me, I euery minute look'd for
An honourable end, and that was all
My hope could fashion to me, circ'd thus
With death and horror, as one ſent [from heauen
This man of men with ſome choife horſe that foilowed
His braue examp'e, did purſue the tract
His ſword cut for'em, and but that I ſee him,
Already bluſh to heare what he being preſent,
I know would wifh vnſpoken, I ſhould ſay ſir
By what hee did, we bouldly may beleeue
All that is writ of Heſtor.

Mathias. Generall

Pray spare these ſtrange Hyperboles.

Enbulus. Do not bluſh

To heare a truth, heere are a payre of Monſtuers
Had they beene in your place would haue run away

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And nere chang'd countenance.

Vbaldo. We haue your good word still.

Eubulus. And shall while you deferue it.

Ladiflaws. Silence, on.

Ferdinand. He as I fayd, like dreadfull lightning throwne
From Iupiters shield disperſd the armed Gire
With which I was enuirond horſe and man,

Shruncke vnder his ftrong arme more with his looks
Frighted,the valiant fled with which encourag'd

My ſouldiers (like young Eglets praying vnder

The wings of their fierce dame) as if from him

They tooke both ſpirit, and fire brauely came on.

By him I was remounted, and inſpir'd

Wiich trebble courage, and ſuch as fled before

Bouldly made head againe,and to confirme'em

It ſuddainely was apparent, that the fortune

Of the day was ours, each ſouldier and commander

Perform'd his part, but this was the great wheele

By which the leſſer mou'd,and all rewards

And ſignes of honour, as the Ciuicke garland,

The murall wreath, the enemies prime horſe,

With the Generals ſword, and armour (the old honors

With which the Roman crowne their ſeveral leaders)

To him alone are proper.

Ladiflaws. And they ſhall

Deferuedly fall on him, fit, tis our pleaſure,

Ferdinand. Which I muſt ſerue, not argue,

Honoria. You are a ſtranger,

But in your ſeruice for the King, a natiuе.

And though a free Queene, I am bound in duty

To cheriſh vertue whereſoere I find it:

This place is yours.

Mathias. It were preſumption in me

To fit ſo neere you.

Honoria. Not hauing our warrant

Ladiflaws. Let the masquers enter by the preparation

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What is your owne, what ere it be you are
The miftris of it.

Honoria. I am happy in

Your grant: my fute fir is, that your commanders
Especially this stranger, may as I
In my discretion shall thinke good, receiue
What's due to their deferts.

Ladiflaws. What you determine
Shall know no alteration.

Eubulus. The fouldier

Is like to haue good vsage when he depends
Vpon her pleasure? are all the men so bad
That to giue fatiffaction we muft

A woman threafourer, heauen helpe all.

Honoria. With you fir
I will begin, and as in my eſteeme

You are moſt eminent expect to haue,
What's fit for me to giue, and you to take ;
The ſanour in the quicke dispatch being double
Goe fetch my calket, and with ſpeed.

Eubulus. The Kingdome

Exit Acanthe.

Is very bare of mony: when rewards
If ſue from the Queenes iewell houſe, giue him gold
And ſtore, no queſtion the gentleman wants it.
Good Madam what ſhall he doe with a hoop ring,
And a ſparke of diamond in it, though you tooke it

Enter Acanthe.

For the greater honor from your maiefties finger,
I'will not increafe the value. He muſt purchafe
Rich ſuites, the gay comparison of court ſhipp,
Reuell, and ſeaſt, which the war ended is
A ſouldiers glory, and tis fit that way
Your bountie ſhould prouide for him

Honoria. You are rude,
And by your narrow thoughts proportion mine.
What I will doe now, ſhall be worth the enuie

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Of Cleopatra open it, see heere
The Lapidares Idol gold is trafh
And a poore salarie fit for groomes, weare these
As ftudded stars in your armour, and make the Sun
Looke dimme with iealousie of a greater light
Then his beames guild the day with : when it is
Expof'd to view, call it Honorias guift,
The Queene Honorias guift that loues a loulder,
And to giue ornament, and luftre to him
Parts freely with her owne, yet not to take
From the magnificence of the King, I will
Diffence his bounty to but as a page
To wait on mine, for other toffes take
A hundred thouland crownes, your hand deere fir,
And this shall be thy warrant.
*Takes of the Kings signet.*

Eubulus. I perceiue
I was cheated in this woman now she is
I th' giruing veine to souldiers, let her be proud
And the King dote, foe she goe on, I care not
*Honoria.* This done, our pleafure is that all arrearages
Be payd in to the Captaines, and their troopes
With a large donatiue to increafe their Zeale
For the ſeruice of the kingdome.
Eubulus. Better ſtill,
Let men of armes be vſd thus, if they do not
Charge desperately vpon the Cannons mouth
Though the Diuell ror'd, and fight like dragons, hang me.
Now they may drinke ſacke, but small beere, with a paſport
To begge with as they trauaile, and no money,
Turne their red blood to buttermilke.

*Honoria.* Are you pleaf'd fir
With what I haue done?
*Ladiflans.* Yes, and thus confirme it,
With this addition of mine owne, you haue fir
From our lou'd Queene receaued ſome recompence
For your life hazarded in the late action,

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And that we may follow her great example
In cherishing valor without limit, aske
What you from vs can wish

*Mathias.* If it be true,
Dread fir as 'tis affirmd, that euery soyle
Where he is well, is to a valiant man
His naturall country, reafon may affure me
I should fix heere, where bleffings beyond hope
From you the ſpring like riuers flow vnto me.
If wealth were my ambition, by the Queene
I am made rich already, to the amazment
Of all that fee, or ſhall hereafter read
The ſtory of her bounty, if to ſpend
The remnant of my life in deedes of armes
No region is more fertill of good knights
from whom my knowledg that way may be beterd
Then this your warlike Hungary; if fauour,
Or grace in court could take me, by your grant
Far far beyond my merrit, I may make
In yours a free election, but alas fir
I am not mine owne, but by my deſtiny
(Which I cannot reſift) forſ'd to prefer
My countries ſmoke before the glorious fire
With which your bounties warme me all I aſke fir
Though I cannot be ignorant it muſt rellifh
Of foule ingratitud is your gracious licence
For my departure.

*Ladiflans.* Whether ?

*Mathias.* To my owne home fir
My owne poore home, which will at my returne
Grow rich by your magnificence, I am heere
But a body without a ſoule, and till I finde it
In the embraces of my conſtant wife, & to ſet of that conſtancy
in her beauty and matchleſſe excellencies without a riuall
I am but halfe my ſelfe.

*Honoria.* And is ſhe then
So chaſt, and faire as you infer ?

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*Mathias.*

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You are for other warfare, quit the place,
But be within call.

Ricardo. Employment on my life boy.

Ubaldo. If it lie in our road we are made foreuer..

Exeunt Ubaldo, Ricardo

Honoria. You may perceive the King is no way tainted
With the disease of icalouſe, ſince he leaues mee
Thus priuate with you.

Mathias. It were in him Madam

A finne vnprardonable to diſtruſt ſuch pureneſſe,
Though I were an Adonis.

Honoria. I prefume

He neither does, nor dares: and yet the ſtory
Deliuered of you by the Generall

With your Herc'nk courage (which ſinckes deeply
Into a knowing woman's heart) befides

Your promising prefence might beget ſome ſeruple,
In a meaner man, but more of this heereafter

I'll take another Theme now and coniure you

By the honors you haue woone, and by the loue
Sacred to your deere wife, to anſwere truely

To what I ſhall demand.

Mathias. You need not vſe

Charmes to this purpose Madam.

Honoria. Tell me then

Being your ſelfe affur'd 'tis not in man

To fully with one ſport with immaculate whitenes

Of your wifes honor, if you haue not ſince

The Gordion of your loue was tide by marriage

Playd false with her?

Mathias. By the hopes of mercy neuer.

Honoria. It may be, not frequenting the conuerſe

Of handsome ladies, you were neuer tempted

And ſo your faith's vntride yet.

Mathias. Surely Madam,

I am no woman hater, I haue beene,

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Actus tertij, Scenaprima.

Enter Hilario.

Thinne, Thinne, prouision, I am dieted
Like one set to watch hawkes, and to keepe me waking

My croaking guts make a perpetuall larum,
Heere I stand centinell, and though I fright
Beggers from my ladies gate, in hope to haue
A greater share I find my commons mend not.

I lookt this morning in my glaſſe the riuer
And there appeard a fish cald a poore Iohn

Cut with a lenten face in my owne likenſe,
And it feemd to ſpeake and ſay goodmorrow conſen :

No man comes this way but has a fling at me,
A Chirurgion paſſing by ask'd at what rate,
I would ſell my ſelfe, I anſWERED for what vſe ?

To make ſayd he a lineing Anatomy

And set thee vp in our hall, for thou art transparent
Without diffraction, and indeede he had reaſon,
For I am ſcourd with this poore purge to nothing.

They ſay that hunger dwels in the campe, but till
My Lord returnes, or certaine tidings of him

He will not part with me, but ſorrowes drie

And I muſt drinke how ſoever.

Guide. That is her caſtle

Enter Ubaldo, and Ricardo, Guide.

Vpon my certaine knowledge.

Vbaldo. Our horſes held out

To my defire: I am a fire to be at it.

Ricardo. Take the iades for thy reward, before I part hence,
I hope to be better carried, giue me the Cabinet.

Soe leaue vs now

Guide. Good for tune to you Gallants.

Exit Guide.

Ubaldo,

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Vbaldo. Being ioynt Agents in a defigne of truſt to
For the ſeruice of the Q ueene,and our owne pleafure,
Let vs proceed with iudgement.

Ricardo. If I take not
This fort at the firſt affault, make me an Euenuche,
So I may haue precedence.

Ubaldo. On no termes.
We are both to play one prize he that workes beſt
I' the ſearching this mine ſhall carry it
Without contention.

Ricardo. Make you your aproaches
As I directed

Ubaldo. I need no inſtruction
I worke not on your anuile, I'll giue fire
With my owne linſtocke, if the powder be dancke
The Diuell rend the touch-hole. Who haue we heere?
What ſkelliton's this?

Ricardo. A gholt ! or the image of famine !
Where does t thou dwell?

Hilario. Dwell fir? my dwelling is
I' the high way, that goodly houſe was once
My habitation, but I am baniſhed.
And cannot be cald home till newes arriue
Of the good knight Mathias.

Ricardo. If that will
Reſtore thee thou art ſafe

Ubaldo. We come from him
With preſents to his Lady.

Hilario. But are you ſure
Hee is in health?

Ricardo. Neuer ſo well, conduct vs
To the lady.

Hilario. Though a poore ſnake I will leape
Out of my ſkine for ioy, breake picher breake,
And wallet late my cubbard I bequeath thee
To the next begger, thou red herring ſwimme

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To the red sea againe me thinckes I am already
Knuckle deepe in the flesh potts, and though waking, dr eame
Of wine and plenty.

Ricardo. What's the misery
Of this strange passion ?

Hilario. My belly gentlemen,
Will not geue me leaue to tell you, when I haue brought you
To my ladies prefence I am difenchanted,
There you shall know all follow if I outtrip you
know I run for my belly.

Vbaldo. A mad fellow.

Exeunt.

Aristotly, Scanaſacunda.

Enter Sophia Corifen.

Sophia. Do not againe delude me.

Corifca. If I doe, fend me a grating with my fellow Hilario,
I ftood as you commanded in the turret

Obferuing all that paf'd by, a and euen now

I did diferne a payre of Caualiers

For such their outside spoke them with their guide

Dismounting from their horſes, they ſaid ſomething

To our hungry Centinell that made him caper

And frisht ayre for ioy, and to confirme this

See Madam they in view.

Enter Hilario, Vbaldo, Ricardo.

Hilario. Newes from my Lord ?

Tidings of ioy, these are no counterfaites,
But Knights indeed, deere Madam ſigne my pardon
That I may feed againe, and picke vp my crumes

I haue had a long faſt of it,

Sophia. Eate, I forgiue thee.

Hilario. O comfortable wordes; ease I forgiue thee

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**Sophia.** If I haue
Showne want of manners gentlemen in my showes
To pay the thankes I owe you for your trauaile
To doe my Lord, and me (howere vnworthy
Of such a benifit) this noble fauour
Impute it in your clemencie to the exceffe
Of joy that ouer whelm'd me.

**Ricardo.** She ſpeakes well

**Ubaldo.** Polite, and courtly.

**Sophia.** And howere it may
Increafe th' offence to touble you with more
Demandes touching my Lord, before I haue
Inuited you to reſt, ſuch as the courſeneſſe
Of my poore houſe can offer, pray you conuine
On my weake tenderneſſe though I intreate
To learne from you ſomething hee hath it may bee
In his letter left vnmention'd.

**Ricardo.** I can onely
Giue you affurance that he is in health,
Grac'd by the King, and Queene
Ubaldo. And in the court
With admiration look'd on,
Ricardo. You muſt therefore
Put off theſe widdowes garments, and appeere
Like to your ſelfe.

**Ubaldo.** And enrertaine all pleafures
Your fortunes markes out for you.

**Ricardo.** There are other
Perticular priuacies which on occafion
I will deliuer to you.

**Sophia.** You oblige me
To your ſeruice euer.

**Ricardo.** Good ! your ſeruice, marke that.
Sophia. In the meane time by your good acceptance make

My ruſticke entertainment rellifh of

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Baptista. Your affurance
In the constancie of your lady is the armor
That must defend you, whers the picture?

Mathias, Heere.
And no way alter'd

Baptista. If she be not perfit,
There is no truth in art.

Mathias. By this I hope
She hath receiu'd any letters.

Baptista. Without queftion.
These couriers are rancke riders, when they are
To visit a handsome lady.

Mathias. Lend me your care.
One piece of her entertainment will require
Your deereft priuacy.

I. Now they stand faire
Upon 'em.

Mathias. Villaines.

I. Stop their mouths, we come not
To trie your valures, kill him if he offer,

To open his mouth, we haue you, tis in vaine
To make refistance, mount 'em and a way.

Excant.

Altus terty, Scana quarta.

Enter seruants with lights, Ladiflaus, Ferdinand,
Eubulus.

Ladiflaus. 'Tis late go to your rest, But does not eudy
The happineſſe I draw neere to.

Eubulus. If you inioy it.
The moderate way the ſport yeelds I confefſſe
A pretty titillation, but to much oft
will bring you on your knees, in my yonger daies
I was my ſelfe a gamſter, and I found

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By a sad experience, there is no such smoker.

As a younger fpongie wife, she keepes a thousandland
Hor seelieves in her box, and the thieues will sucke out
Both bloud, and marrow, I feele a kind of crampe
In my ioynts when I thinke o'nt, but it may bee Queenes
And such a Queene as yours is, has the art

Ferdinand. You take leaue

To talke my Lord.

Ladislaus. He may since he can do nothing

Eubu. If you spend this way to much of your royall stock
Erelong we may be puefellowes.

Ladislaus. The doore fhut,

Knocke gentlie, harder. So, heere comes her woman,
Take of my gowne.

Enter Acanthe.

Acanthe. My Lord, the Queene by me
This night deſires your pardon,

Ladislaus. How Acanthe!

I come by her appointment 'twas her grant
The motion was her owne

Acanthe. It may be fir

But by her Doctors Since ſhe is aduif'd
For her health ſake to forbeare.

Eubuln. I do not like
This phificall lecherie, the old downe right way
Is worth a thousandland out.

Ladislaus. Prethe Acanthe.

Meditate for me.

Eubuln. O the fiends of hell
Would any man bribe his ſervant to make way
To his owne wife, if this be the court ſtate
Shame fall on such as vſe it.

Acanthe. By this iewell
This night I dare not moue her, but to morrow

I will watch all occafion

Ladislaus. Take this

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To be mindfull of me

Exit Acanthe.

Eubulus. S'ight, I though a king

Might haue tooke vp any woman at the Kings Price

And must he buy his owne at a deerer rate

Then a ftranger in a brothell?

Ladiflans. What is that

You mutter fir ?

Eubulus. No treason to your honor

I'll fpeake it out though it anger you, if you pay for

Your lawfull p'easure, in some kind great fir

What do you make the Queene, cannot you clicket

Without a fee? or when she has a suit for you to grant?

Ferdinando. O hold fir.

Ladiflans. Off with his head.

Eubu. Do when you pleafe, you but blow out a taper
That would light your vnderstanding, and in care of't

Is burnt downe to the focket, be as you are fir

An absolute monarch, it did fhow more Kinglike

In those libidinous Cæfars that compeld

Matrous, and virgins of all rankes to bow

Vnto their ratenous lufts, and did admit

Of more excufe then I can vrge for you,

That flaue your selfe to th'imperious humor

Of a proud beauty.

Ladiflans. Out of my fight.

Eubulus. I will fir

Gine way to your furious paffion, but when reafon

Hath got the better of it I much hope,

The counfaile that offends now, will deferue

Your royall thankes, tranquillity of mind

Stay with you fir. I do begin to doubt

Ther's fomething more in the Queenes ftrangnes, then

Is yet difcloſd, and i'll find it out

Or loofe my ſelſe in the ſerch.

Ferdinand. Sure He is honeſt,

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And from your infancy hath truely ſeru'd you
Let that please for him and impute this harthnes
To the frowardnes of his age.

Ladislam. I am much troubled
And do begin to itagger, Ferdinand good night
To morrow visit vs, backe to our owne lodgings.

Exeunt.

Actus terty, Scana quinta.

Enter Acanthe, the vizarded ſeruants, Mathias, Baptista.

Acanthe. You haue donne brauely, locke this in that roome,
There let him ruminate, I'll anon vnhood him.
They carry
of Baptista
The other muſt stay heere, as loone as I
Haue quit the place giue him the liberty,
And vſe of his eies, that donne diſperſe your ſelues
As priuately as you can, but on your liues
No word of what hath paf'd.

Exit Acanthe.

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My tongue to a tripe wife, come vnbind his armes,
You are now at your owne diſpoſure and howeuer
We vi'd you roughly, I hope you will find heere
Such entertainment, as will giue you cauſe
To thanke vs for the ſeruice, and so I leane you,

Exeunt ſeruants.

Mathias. If I am in a prifon'tis a neat one,
What O edipus can reſolue this riddle? Ha !
I neuei gaue muſt cauſe to any man
Bafely to plot againſt my life, but what is
Become of my true friend ? for him I ſuffer
More then my ſelfe.

Acanthe. Remouetha idlenſare
Hee's ſafe as you are.

Mathias. Whoſo'ere thou art
For him I thankethee, I cannot imagine
Where I ſhould be, though I haue read the table

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Or errant knighthood, stuff'd, with the relations
Of magicall enchantments, yet I am not
So fottishly credulous, to beleeue the diuell
Hath that way power, Ha ? musicke !

Musicke about, a song of pleasure.

The blushing rose and purple flower,
Let grow to long are sooneft blasted.
Dainty fruites, though sweete, will lower
And rot in ripenes, left vntasted.
Yet here is one more sweete then these
The more you taft, the more skee'l please.

Beauty though inctof'd with ice,
Is A shadow chaft as rare,
Then how much those sweetes intice.
That haue iffue full as faire,
Earth cannot yeeld from all her powers
One equall, for Dame Venus bowers.

A song too, certainly be it he, or she
That owes this voyce, it hath not bene acquainted
With much affliction, whoſoere you are
That doe inhabit heere, if you haue bodies
And are not meere aeriall formes appeare
Enter Honoria.

And makeme know your end with me, moſt ſtrange
What haue I coiur'd vp ? ſure if this be,
A ſpirit 'tis no dam'd one what a ſhapes heere;
Then with what maiety it moues, *If Iuno*
Were now to keepe her ſtate among the Gods,
And *Hercules* to be made againe her ghelt
She could not put on a more glorious habit
Though her handmaid *Iris* lent her va. ious colours
Or ouid *Oceanus* rauifhd from the deepe

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All iewels shipwrack'd in it, as you haue
Thus far made knowne your selfe, if that your face
Haue not too much diuinity about it
For mortall eies to gaze on, perfit what
You haue begun with wonder, and amazement
To my affonish'd senſes, how I the Queene! kneeles
the puls of her masque.

Honoria. Rife fir, and heare my reaſons in defence
Of the rape for so you may conceaue, which I
By my inſtruments made vpon you, you perhaps
May thinke, what you haue ſuffer'd for my luſt
Is a common praeſtife with me, but I call
Thoſe euer ſhining lamps, and their great maker
As witneſſes of my inocence, Inere look'd on
A man but your beſt ſelfe, on whom I euer
( Except the King) vouchſaſ'd an eie of ſauour

Mathias. The King indeed, and onely ſucha King
Deſerues your rarities Madam, and but hee
'Twere gyant like ambition in any
In his wiſhes onely to preſume to taſt
The nectar of your kiffes; or to feed
His appetite with that ambroſia, due
And proper to a prince, and what bind mores
A lawſull hufband, for my ſelfe great Queene
I am a thing obſcurc, diſſuſaſh'd of
All merit, that can rayſe me higher then
In my moſt humble thankefulnes for your bounty
To hazard my life for you, and that way
I am moſt ambitious.

Honoria. I deſire no more
Then what you prouide, if you dare expoſe
Your life as you proueſſe to doe me ſeruice,
How can it better be imployd, then in
Preferuing mine? which onely you can doe.
And muſt doe with the danger of your owne.

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A desperate danger to, if priuate men
Can brooke no rituals in what they affect
But to the death purfue such as inuade
What law makes their inheritance, the King
To whom you know I am deerer then his crowne
His health his eies his after-hopes with all
His preſent bleſſings muſt fall on that man
Like dreadfull lightning that is won by prayers,
Threates, or rewards to ſtaine his bed, or make
His hop'd for illue doubtfull.

*Mathias.* If you aime
At what I more then feare you doe, the reaſons
Which you deliuer ſhould in iudgement rather
Deter me, then invite a grant, with my
Aflured ruine.

*Honoria.* True if that you were
Of a cold temper one whom doubt, or feare,
In the moſt horrid formes they could put on
Might teach to be ingratefull, your deniall
To me, that haue deferu'd to much, is more
If it can haue addition.

*Mathias.* I know not
What your commandes are.

*Honoria.* Haue you fought so well
Among armi'd men, yet cannot gheſſe what lifts
You are to enter when you are in priuate
With a willing'ly ladie, one, that to inioye
Your company this night deni'd the King
Acceſſe, to what's his owne, if you will preſſe me
To ſpeake in playner language.

*Mathias.* Pray you forbeare,
I would I did not vndeſtand too much
Already, by your words I am inſtructed
Tocredite that, which not confirm'd by you,
Had bred ſupſition in me of vntruth
Though an Angell had a firm'd it, but ſuppoſe

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That cloyd with happines (which is euer builte
On vertuous chaftity, in the wantonneffe
Of appetite, you defire to make triall
Of the falfe delights propof'd by vitious luft :
Among ten thouland euery way moreable
And apter to be wrought on, ſuch as owe you
Obedience being your ſubieſts, why ſhou'd you
Make choice of me a ſtranger?

*Honoria.* Though yet reaſon
Was nere admitted in the court of loue,
I'll yeeld you one vnanſwerable, as I vrg'd
In our laſt priuate conference, you haue
A pretty promifing prefence, but there are
Many in limbes, and feature who may take
That way the right hand file of you, befides
Your May of youth is paſ'd, and the blood ſpent
By woundes, though brauely taken, render you
Difabld for loues ſeruice, and that valour
Set off with better fortune, which it may be
Swels you aboue your boundes' is not the hooke
That hath caught me good fir I need no champion
With his ſword to guard my honor, or my beauty,
In both I can defend my ſelſe, and liue
My owne protection.

*Mathias.* If theſe aduocates
The beſt that can plead for me, haue no power?
What can you find in me eſſe, that may tempt you
With irreconuerable loſſe vnto your ſelſe
To be a gayner from me?

*Honoria.* You haue Sir.
A iewell of ſuch matchleſſe worth and luſtre,
As does diſdaine comparifon, and darkens
All that is rare in other men, and that
I muſt or win, or leſſen.

*Mathias.* You heape more
Amazement on me, what am I poffeſ'd of

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My share in the achievement, when I whistle,
Or hemme fall off.

Enter Sophia.

Vbaldo. She comes. Stand by, I'll watch
My opportunity.

Sophia. I find my selfe
Strangely distracted with the various stories
Now we l, now ill, then doubtfully by my ghefts
Deliver'd of my Lord; and like poore beggers
That in their dreames find treasure, by reflection
Of a wounded fancie, make it questionable
Whether they fleepe, or not; yet teickl'd with
Such a phantaeticke hope of happineſſe,
With they may neuer wake in some such meaſure,
Incredulous of what I fee, and touch
As 'twere a fading apparition, I
Am still perplex'd, and troubled, and when moſt
Confirm'd tis true a curious ialeouſe
To be affur'd, by what meanes, and from whom
Such a maffe of welth, was firſt deferu'd, then gotten
Cunningly ſteale into me, I hane practiſd
For my certaine reſolution with these courtiers
Promifing priuate conference to either,
And at this hower, if in ſearch of the truth
I heare or ſay more, then becomes my vertue
For giueme my Mathias.

Vbaldo. Now I make in,
Maddam as you commanded I attend
Your pleasure.

Sophia. I muſt thanke you for the fauour.

Vbaldo. I am no ghoftly father, yet if you hane
Some ſcruples, touching your Lord, you would be reſolu'd of
I am prepar'd.

Sophia. But will you take your oath
To anſwere truely?

Vbaldo. On the hemme of your ſmocke if you pleafe

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Will make 'em young againe, and these fucke shrewdly,

Ricardo. Sir I must fetch you off.

Whiftles.

Vbaldo. I could tell you wonders

Of the cures he has done, but a buifneſſe of import
Ca'ls me away, but that diſpatch'd I will
Be with you prefently.

Steps aſide.

Sophia. There is fomet hing more

In this then bare ſuſpition.

Ricardo. Saue youlady

Now you looke like your ſelfe ! I haue not look'd on
A lady more compleat yet haue ſeene a Madam
Were a garment of this fash ion, of the fame ſtuffe to,
One iuſt of your dimensions, ſate the wind there boy.

Sophia. What lady ſu ?

Ricardo. Nay nothing, and me thinkes

I ſhould know this rubie very good ? tis the fame
This chaine of orient pearle, and this diamond to
Haue beene worn e before, but much good may they do you
Strenght to the gentlemens backe he toyld hard for 'em,
Before he got 'em

Sophia. Why ? how were they gotten ?

Vbaldo hemms.

Ricardo. Not in the feeld with his ſword vpon my life

He may thanke his clole ſtilletto, plage vpon it
Run the minutes ſo ſaft, pray you excufe my manners
I left a letter in my chamber window,
Which I would not haue ſeene on any termes, ſye on it
Forgetfull as I am, but I ſtrayt attend you

Ricardo ſteps aſide.

Sophia. This is ſtrange his letters ſayd these iewels were
Prefented him by the Queene, as a reward
For his good ſeruice, and the trunckes of clothes
That foilowd them this laſt night, with haſt made vp
By his direction.

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Enter Ubaldo.

Ubaldo. I was telling you
Of wonders Maddam.

Sophia. If you are soe skilfull
Without premeditation anſwere me,
Know you this gowne, and theſe rich iewels ?

Ubaldo. Heauen.
How things will come out, but that I ſhould offend you,
And wrong my more then noble friend
Your hufband for we are ſworne brothers,in the diſcouery
Of his neereſt ſecret s I could.

Sophia. By the hope of ſauour
That you haue from me out with it.

Ubaldo. Tis a potent ſpell
I cannot reſift, why I will tell you Madam,
And to how many ſeuerall women you are
Beholding for your brauerie, this was
The Wedding gowne of Paulina a rich ſtrumpet
Worme but a day when ſhe married ould Gonzage,
And left of trading.

Sophia. O my hart.

Ubaldo. This chaine
Of pearle was a great widdowes, that inuited
Your Lord to the mafque, and the wether prouing foule
Helodg'd in her houſe all night, and merry they were,
But how he came by it I know not.

Sophia. Periurd man!

Ubaldo. This ring was Iuliettas, a fine peeece
But very good at the ſport, this diamond
Was Madam Acanthes giuen him for a ſong
prick'd in a priuate arbor, as ſhe fayd
When the Queene ask'd for it, and ſhe hard him ſing to,
And danc'd to his hornepipe or there are lyers abroad
There are other toyes about you
The fame way purchaf'd but paraleld
With theſe not worth therelation.

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You are happy in a husband neuer man
Made better vse of his ftrength,would you haue him waft,
His body away for nothing ? If he holds out,
Thers not an Embroidered peticote in the court
But shall be at your feruice.

Sophia. I commend him
It is a thriuing trade, but pray you leaue me
A little to my felfe.

Vbaldo. You may command
Your feruant madam, ſhe ſturg vnto the quicke ladd.

Ricardo. I did my part if this potion worke not hang me
Let her sleepe as well as ſhe can to night, to morrow
Wee'll mount new batteries,

Vbaldo. And till then leaue her ?

Exeunt Vbaldo, Ricardo

Sophia. You powers that take into your care, the gard
Of inocence ayd me, for I am a creature,
Soe forfeyted to diſpaire, hope cannot fancie
A ransome to redeeme me, I begin
To wauer in my faith and marke it doubtfull
Whither the Saints that were canoniz'd for
Their holines of life find not in ſecret.
Since my Mathias is falne from his vertue
In ſuch an open fashion, could it be elfe
That ſuch a hufband ſo deuoted to me,
ſo vow'd to temperance, for laciuious hire
Should profitute himſelfe to common harlots
Ould, and deſform'd to waſt for this he left me?

And in a faind pretence for want of meaneſ
To giue me ornament ? or to bring home
Difeaſes to me? ſuppofe theſe are falſe,
And luſtfull goates if he were true and right
Why ſtayes he ſo long from me ? being made rich
And that the onely reaſon why he left me.
No he is loft, and ſhall I weare the ſpoiles.

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To dye which is ineuitable you may vrge
The many yeeres that by the course of nature
We may trauaile in this tedious pilgrimage,
And hou'd it as a bleffing, as it is
When innocence is our guid,yet know Baptista
Our vertues are preferu'd before our yeeres
By the great iudge to dye vntaynted in
Our fame, and reputation is the greateft
And to loofe that can we desire to liue?
Or shall I for a momentary pleafure
Which foone comes to a period; to all times
Have breach of faith and periury remembred
In a ſtill liuing Epitath, no Baptift,
Since my Sophia will go to her graue
Vnſpotted in her faith, I'll follow her
With equall loyalty, but looke on this
your owne great worke,your maſterpeefe,and then
She being ſtill the fame teach me to alter.
Ha !fure I doe not ſleepe!or if I dreame, The pi-
This is a terrible vſion! I will cleare ſture altred.
My eieſight, perhaps melancholly makes me
See that which is not.

Baptista. It is to apparent.

I grieue to looke vpon't, befides the yellow
That does affure ſhe's tempted there are lines
Of a darke colour, that diſperſe themſelues
Ore cuery miuiature of her face, and thofe
Confirme.

Mathias. She is turnd whore.

Baptista. I muſt not ſay so.

Yet as a friend to truth if you will haue me
Interpret it, in her conſent, and wiſhes
She's falſe but not in fact yet.

Mathias. Faſt Baptista?

Make not your ſelſe a pandar to her loofenes,
In labouring to palliate what a vizard

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Of impudence cannot cover did ere woman
In her will decline from chaftety, but found meanes
To give her hot luft fukll? it is more
Impossible in nature for groſſe bodies
Defcending of themſelues, to hang in the ayre,
Or with my ſingle arme to vndeiprop
A falling tower, nay in its violent courſe
To ſtoppe the lightning then to stay a woman
Huried by two furies luft and falſhood
In her full carier to wickednes.

Baptiſta. Pray you tempter
The violence of your paſſion.

Mathias. In extreames
Of this condition, can it be in man
To vſe a moderation? I am throwne
From a ſteepe rocke headlong into a gulph
Of miſery, and find my ſelfe paſt hope
In the fame moment that I aprehend
That I am falling and this the figure of
My Idoll ſewers ſince, while ſhe cotinued
In her perſection that was late a mirror
In which I ſaw miracules ſhapes of duty,
Stayd manners with all excellency a husband
Could wifh in a chaſt wife, is on the ſuddaine
Turnd to a magicall glaſſe, and does preſent
Nothing but hornes, and horror

Baptiſta. You may yet
And 'tis the beſt foundation, build vp comfort
On your owne goodnes.

Mathias. Noe, that hath vndone me
For now I hold my temperance a ſinne
Worſe then exceſſe, and what was vice a vertue,
Haue I reſuſ'd a Queene, and ſuch a Queene
Whose rauiſhing beauties at the firſt fight had tempted
A hermit from his beades, and chang'd his prayers
To amorous Sonets, to preferue my faith

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I nuiolateto thee, with the hazard of
My death with tortrne, since she could inflict
No leffe for my contempt, and haue I made
Such a returne from thee? I will not cursethee,
Nor for thy falshood raile againft the sex
'Tis poore, and common, Ile onely with wife men
Whisper vnto my selfe, howere they seeme
Nor preſent, nor paſt times, nor the age to come
Hath heeretofore, can now, or euer ſhall
Produce on conſant woman.

Baptiſta. This is more
Then the Satirifts wrot againſt 'em.

Mathias. Ther's no language
That can expreſſe the poyſon of theſe Aſpicks,
Theſe weeping Crocadiles, and all to little
That hath beeing ſayd againſt 'em but I'll mould
My thoughts into another forme, and if
She can out-lie the report of what I haue donne
This hand when next she comes within my reach
Shall be her executioner.

Enter Honoria.

Baptiſta. The Queene fir.

Honoria. Wait our command at diſtance, fir you haue to
Free liberty to depart.

Baptiſta. I know my manners
And thanke you for the ſauour.

Exit Baptiſta.

Honoria. Haue you taken
Good reſt in your new lodgings? I expect now
Your reſolute anſwere, but aduise maturely
Before I heare it,

Mathias. Let my actions Madam,
For no words can dilate my ioy in all
You can command with cherefulnes to ſerve you,
Aſſure your highnes, and in ſigne of my
Submiſſion, and contrition for my error.

My

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My lipps, that but the last night shund the touch
Of yours as poyfon, taught humility now
Thus on your foot, and that too great an honor
For finch an vndeferuer fcales my duty,
A cloudy mift of ignorance equall to
Cimmerian darkenes, would not let me fee then
What now with adoration, and wonder
With reuerence I looke vp to: but thofe foggs
Disperſd and ſcatterd by the powerfull beames
With which your ſelfe the Sun of all perſection,
Vouchſafe to cure my blindnes like a ſuppliant
Aslow as I can kneele / humbly begge
What you once pleafd to tender.

### Honoria.
This is more
Then I could hope, what find you so attractiue
Vpon my face in so ſhort time to make
This ſuddaine Metamorphofis? play you rife,
I for your late neglect thus ſigne your pardon.
I now you kiffe like a louer, and not as brothers
Coldly ſalute their ſifters.

### Mathias.
I am turnd
All ſpirit and fire.

### Honoria.
Yet to giue ſome al'ay
To this hot feruor'twere good to remember
The King, whoſe cies and cares are euery where
With the danger to that followes, this diſcouer'd.

### Mathias.
Danger? a buggebeare Maddam let ride once
Like Phaeton in the chariot of your fauour,
And I contemne Ioues thunder though the King
In our embraces ſtood a looker on,
His hang-men and with ſtudied cruelty ready
To dragge me from your armes, it ſhould not fright me
From the inioying that, a ſingle life is
Too poore a price for, O that now all vigour
Of my youth were recollected for an hower
That my defire might meete with yours and draw
The enuy of all men in the Encounter
Vpon my head, I ſhould, but we looſe time,

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Be gracious mighty Queene

*Honoria.* Paufe yet a little
The boanties of the King, and what weighs more
Your boafted conftancie to your machleſſe wife,
Should not ſoon e be ſhaken.

*Mathias.* The whole fabricke
When I but looke on you, is in a moment
Oreturnd, and ruind, and as riuers loofe
Their names, when they are fwalloed by the Ocean
In you alone all faculties of my ſoule
Are wholy taken vp, my wife, and King
At the beſt as things forgotten.

*Honoria.* Can this be?
I haue gaynd my end now.

*Mathias.* Wherefore ſtay you Madam?
*Honoria.* In my conſideration what a nothing
Mans conſtancy is.

*Mathias.* Your beauties make it ſc,
In me ſweet lady.

*Honoria.* And it is my glory:
I could be coy now as you were, but I
Am of a gentler temper, how ſoever,
And in a iuſt returne of what I haue ſuffer'd
In your diſdaine, with the fame meaſure graunt me
Equall deliberation I ere long
Will viſite you againe and when I next
Appeare, as conquerd by it, ſlauelike wayt
On my triumphant beauty.

*Exit Honoria.*

*Mathias.* What a change
Is heere beyond my ſeare but by thy falſhood.
Sophia not her beauty is it deni'd me
To ſinne but in my wiſhes? what a frowne
In ſcorne at her departure ſhe threw on me?
I am both waies loft; ſtormes of Contempt, and ſcorne
Are ready to breake on me, and all hope
Of ſhelter doubtfull I can neither be
Difſloyall, nor yet honeſt, I ſtand guilty
On either part, at the worſt death will end all,

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And he must be my judge to right my wrong,
Since I haue lou'd too much and lou'd too long.

Exit Mathia.

Actus quarti, Scana secunda.

Enter Sophia sola with a book and a note.

Sophia. Nor cuftome nor example, nor vaft numbers
Of such as doe offend make leffe the finne,
For each particular crime a strict accompt
Will be exacted, and that comfort which
The damnd pretend, fellowes in misery,
Takes nothing from their torments, euery one
Must suffer in himselfe the meaſure of
His wickednes, if so, as I muſt grant
It being vnrefutable in reaſon,
Howere my Lord off end, it is no warrant
For me to walke in his forbidden paths,
What penance then can expiate my guilte
For my conſent (transported then with paſſion)
To wantonneſſe? the woundes I giue my fame
Cannot recouer his and though I haue fedd
These courtiers with promiſes and hopes
I am yet in fact vuntainted and I truſt
My ſorrow for it with my purity
And loue to goodnes for it ſelfe, made powerfull
Though all they haue alleadg'd proue true or falſe,
Will be ſuch exorcifines as ſhall command
This ſurie ialouſe from me, what I haue
Determind touching them I am reſolu'd
To put in execution, Within there?
Where are my noble gheſts?

Enter Hilario, Corifca, with other ſeruants.

Hilario. The elder Maddam,
Is drinking by himselfe to your Ladiships health
In Muskadine and egges and for a rafher
To draw His liquor downe he hath got a pie
Of marrow-bones, Potatos and Eringos,
With many such ingredients, and tis ſayd

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He hath sent his man in poft to the next towne,
For a pound of Amber gris, and halfe a pecke
Of fifhes cald Cantharides.

*Corisca.* The younger
Prunes vp hiusefelfe as if this night he were
To act a bridegroomes part, but to what purpose
I am ignorance it ſelfe,
Sophia. Continue so. gines a paper.

Let those lodgings be prepared as this directs you,
And fayle not in a circumstance, as you
Respect my fauour.

1 ſernant. We haue our inſtructions

2 ſernant. And punctually will follow 'em

Enter Vbaldo.

Exennt ſernants.

Hilario. Heere comes Madam
The Lord Vbaldo.

Vbaldo. Pretty on, thers gould,
Tobuy thee a new gowne, and ther's for thee,
Grow fat, and fit for ſeruice, I am now
As I ſhould be at the height and able to
Beger a gyant, O my better Angell
In this you ſhow your wifdome when you pay
The lecher in his owne coyne, ſhall you fit puling,
Like a patient Griffell, and be laught at? no
This is a fayre reueng, ſhall we to it ?

Sophia. To what fir ?

Vbaldo. The ſport you promiſed.

Sophia. Could it be donne with ſafety.

Vbaldo. I warant you, I am found as a bell, a rough
Old blade, and ſteele to the backe, as you shall find me
In the triall on your anuill.

Sophia. So, but how fir
Shall I fatiſſe your friend to whom by promiſe
I am equally ingag'd?

Vbaldo. I muſt conſeſſe
The more the merier, but of all men liuing
Take heed of him you may ſafer run vpon
The mouth of a cannon, when it is valading

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And come off colder.

Sophia. How ! is he not holsome ?
Vbaldo. Holome? I'll tell you for your good, he is
A spittle of diseases and indeed
More holsome and infections, the tubbe is
His weekly bath; He hath not dranke this feauen yeare
Before he came to your houle, but compositions
Of Saffafras, and Guacum, and drie mutton
His daily portion; name what scratch foeuer
Can be got by women and the Surgeons will resolue you
At this time or at that Ricardo had it.

Sophia. Blesse me from him.
Vbaldo. 'Tis a good prayer Lady,
It being a degree vnto the pex.
Onely to mention him, if my tongue burne not hange me
When I but namd Ricardo.

Sophia. Sir this caution
Must be rewarded.
Vbaldo. I hope I haue marrd his market.
But when?

Sophia. Why presently follow my woman
She knowes where to conduct you, and will ferue
To night for a page, let the waftcote I apointed
With the cambricy shirt perfumd, and the rich cappe
Be brought into his chamber.

Ubalao. Excellent Lady.
And a caudle too in the morning.

Corisca. I will fit you.

Enter Ricardo.

Excunt. Vbaldo & Cori

Sophia. So hot on the scent here comes the other beagle.

Ricardo. Take purse and all

Hilario. If this company would come often.

I should make a pretty terme on't,

Sophia. For your fake
I haue put him off, he only begd a kiffe
I gaue it and so parred.

Ricardo. I hope better
He did not touch your lipps ?

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Sophia. Yes I assure you.
There was no danger in it.

Ricardo. No? eate presently
These lozenges, of forty crownes an ounce,
Or you are vndone.

Sophia. What is the vertue of 'em.
Ricardo. They are preferuatiues againſt ſtinking breath
Riſing from rotten lungs.

Sophia, If to your carriage
Of ſuch deere antidotes in my opinion
May render yours ſuſpected.

Ricardo. Fie no I vſe 'em
When I talke with him I ſhould be poyſond eſſe.
But I'll be free with you. Hee was once a creature
It may be of Gods making, but long ſince
He is turnd to a druggiſt ſhoppe, the ſpring and ſall
Hold all the yeere with him that he liues he owes
To art not nature, ſhe has giuen him ore.
He moues like the faery King, on ſerues and wheeles
Made by his Doctors recipes, and yet ſtill
They are out ofioynt, and euery day reparing
He has a regiment of whores he keepes
At his owne charge in a lazar houſe but the beſt is
There e's not a role among 'em: Hee's acquainted
With the greene water and the ſpitting pill
Familiar to him, in a froſty morning
You may thruft him in a pottle pot his bones
Rattle in his Skinne like beanes roſ'd in a bladder
If he but heere a coche the ſomentation
The Friction with ſunigation cannot ſaue him
From the chine cuill in a word he is
Not on diſeafe but all, yet being my friend
I will forbeare his caracter, for I would not
Wrong him in your opinion.

Sophia, The beſt is
The vertues you beſtow on him to me
Are miſtries I know not but howeuer
I am at your ſeruice. Sirrha let it be your care
T'vncloth the gentleman, and with ſpeed, delay

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Takes from delight.

Ricardo. Good, there's my hat, sword, cloke,
A vengeance on these buttons, off with my dublet
I dare show my Skinne, in the touch you will like it better
Prethe cut my codpeete poynt, and for this feruice
When I leaue them off they are thine.

Hilario. I'll take your word fir.

Ricardo. Deere lady, stay not long.

Sophia. I may come too foone fir

Ricardo. No, no I am ready now,

Hilario. This is the way fir.

Exeunt Hilario,
and Ricardo.

Sophia. I was much too blame to credit their reports
Touching my Lord that so traduce each other
And with such virulent malice, though I prefume
They are bad enough, but I haue studied for 'em
A way for their recouerie.

The noyse of clapping a doore, Ubaldo aboue in his shirt.

Ubaldo. What doft thou meane wench?
Why doft thou shut the doore upon me? ha
My cloths are taine away to! shall I starue heere?
Is this my lodging? I am sure the lady talkd of
A rich cappe, a perfum'd shirt, and a waftcote
But heere is nothing but a little fresh ftraw,
A pettycote for a couerlet and that torne to,
And an ould womans biggen for a night cappe,

Enter Corifca.

Slight tis a prifon, or a pigftie, ha!
The windows grated with Iron I cannot force'em.
And if I leape downe heere I breake my necke
I am betrayd, rogues villaines let me out
I am a Lord, and that's no common tittle,
And shall I be vsd thus?

Sophia. Let him raue, Hee's faft
I'll parley with him at leaſure.

Ricardo entring with a great noyſe aboue, as fallen.

Ricardo. Zoones haue you trap doores?

Sophia. The other birds i' th cage too let him flutter.

Ricardo. Whither am I falne into Hell?

Ubaldo

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Vbaldo. Who makes that noyſe there?
Helpe me if thou art a friend?

Ricardo. A friend? I am where
I cannot help my ſelfe, let me see thy face.

Vbaldo. How Ricardo ! prethe throw me
Thy cloke, if thou canſt to couer me I am almoſt
Frozen to death.

Ricardo. My cloke, I haue no breeches
I am in my ſhirt as thou art, and heer's nothing
For my ſelfe but a clownes caſt ſuite.

Vbaldo. We are both vndone
Prethe rore a little, Madam.

Enter Hilario in Ricardos ſuite.

Ricardo. Lady of the houſe.

Vbaldo. Groomes of the chamber

Ricardo. Gentlewomen, mi kemaydes.

Vbaldo. Shall we be m. rthered ?

Sophia. Noe but foundly puniſh'd
To your diſerts.

Ricardo. You are not in earneſt Madam ?

Sophia. Iudge as you find, and feele it, and now heere
What I irreuocablie purpose to you.

Being recean'd as gheſts into my houſe
And with all it aſſorded entertaind

You haue forgot all hoſpitable duties,
And with the defamation of my Lord

Wrought on my woman weakeneſſe in reuenge
Of his iniuries, as you fashion'd 'em to me,
To yeeld my honor to your lawleſſe luſt.

Hilario. Marke that poore fellowes.

Sophia. And so far you haue
Transgref'd againſt the dignity of men
( who ſhould, bound to it by vertue, ſtill defend
Chaſt ladies honors) that it was your trade
To make 'em in famous, but you are caught
In your owne toiles like luſt full beaſts, and therfore
Hope not to find the vſage of men from me
Such mercie you haue for ſeited, and ſhall ſuffer

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Like the moft flaunce women.

Vbaldo. How will you vfe vs?

Sophia. Eafe and exceffe in feeding made you wanton
A plurifie of ill blood you muft let out.
By labour, and ſpare diet, that way got to,
Or perifh for hunger, reach him vp that diſtaffe
With the flax vpon it, though no Omphale
Nor you a ſecond Hercales, as I take it
As you ſpinne well at my command, and plegge me
Your wages in the courſeſt bread, and water,
Shall be proportionable.

Vbaldo. I will ſtarue firſt.

Sophia. That's as you plegge.

Ricardo. What will become of me now?

Sophia. You ſhall haue gentler worke I haue oft obſeru'd
You were proud to ſhow the fineneſſe of your hands,
And ſoftnes of your fingers, you ſhould reele well
What he ſpins if you giue your mind to it, as ill force you
Deliuer him his materialls. Now you know
Your penance fall to worke, hunger will teach you
And ſo as ſlaues to your luſt, not me I leaue you.

Vbaldo. I ſhall ſpinne a fine thred out now

and ſeruants.

Ricardo. I cannot looke
On theſe deuices but they put me in mind
Of rope-makers.

Hilario. Fellow thinke of thy taske
Forget ſuch vanities, my liuery there
Will ſerue the to worke in.

Ricardo. Let me haue my clothes yet,
I was bountifull to thee.

Hilario. They are paſt your wearing
And mine by promife, as all theſe can witnes
You haue no holydaies comming, nor will I worke
While theſe, and this laſts and ſo when you plegge
You may ſhut vpyour ſhoppe windowes.

Vbaldo. I am faint
And muſt lye downe.

Ricardo. I am hungry to, and could
Ocurſed women

Exit Hilario.

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Vbaldo.

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Ubaldo. This comes of our whoring.
But let vs rest afwell as we can to night

But not ore sleepe our selues, leaft we faft to morrow.

They drew the curtaines.

Aftas quarti, Scena terty.

Enter Ladislaus, Honorio, Eubulus, Ferdinand,
Acanthe, attendance.

Honoria. Now you know all fir with the motiues why
I forc'd him to my lodging.

Ladislaus. I defire

No more such trials Lady.

Honoria. I prefume fir

You do not doubt my chaftity.

Ladislaus. I would not,

But thefe are ftrange inducements.

Enbulus. By no meanes fir

Why though he were with violence ceaſd vpon,
And ſtill detaynd the man fir being no ſouldier
Nor vſd to charge his pike when the breach is open
There was no danger in't: you muſt conceiue fir,
Being relligious, ſhe Chofe him for a Chaplaine
To read old Homelies to her in the darke,
Shee's bound to it by her Cannons.

Ladislaus. Still tormented

With thy impertinence.

Honoria. By your ſelfe deere fir.

I was ambitious onely to ouer throw
His boafted conſtancy in his conſent,
But for faſt I contemne him, I was neuer
Vnchaſt in thought, I laboured to giue proofe
What power dwels in this beauty you admire ſo,
And when you ſee how ſoone it hath tranſform'd him,
And with what ſuperſtition hee addores it,
Determine as you plegge.

Ladislaus. I will looke on

This pageant but.

Honoria. When you haue ſeene and hard fir.

The paſſages, which I my ſelfe diſcouer'd,
And could haue kept conceal'd had I meant basely

Ladislaus.

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Shot from our eyes; and that it may be (being
To glorious to be look'd on) hath depriu'd you

O. ſpeech, and motion: but I will take off
A little from the ſplendor, and DESCEND
From my owne height, and in your lowneſſe heere you
Plead as a ſupplant.

Mathias. I do remember
I once faw ſuch a woman.

Honoria. How !

Mathias. And then
She did appeare a moſt magnificent Queene
And what's more vertuous though ſomewhat darkned
With pride and ſelfe oppinion.

Eubulus. Call you this courtſhip?

Mathias. And ſhe was happy in a royall husband,
Whom enuie could not tax, vnleſſe it were
For his too much indulgence to her humors.

Eubulus. Pray you fir obſerue that touch, tis to the purpose
I like the play the better for't.

Mathias. And ſhe liu'd
Worthy her birth, and fortune; you retayne yet
Some part of her angelicall forme, but when
Enuie to the beauty of a nother woman
Inferior to hers, (one ſhe neuer
Had ſeene but in her picture) had diſperſ'd
Infection through her veines and loyaltie
Which a great Queene as ſhee was ſhould haue nouriſh'd
Grew odious to her

Honoria. I am thunderſtrocke.

Mathias. And luſt in all the brauery it could borrow
From maiety, howere diſguifde had tooke
Sure footing in the kingdome of her heart
(The throne of chaſtity once,) how in a moment
All that was gratious, great, and glorious in her
And woone vpon all hearts, like ſeeming ſhadowes
Wanting true ſubſtance vaniſh'd.

Honoria. How his reaſons
Worke on my Soule.

Mathias. Retire into your ſelfe.

Your

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Your owne strengths Madam, strongly man'd with vertue
And be but as you were, and there's no offence.

So bafe beneath the flauery, that men
Impofe on beafts, but I will gladly bow to.

But as you play, and iuggle with aitranger
Varying your shapes like Thetis though the beauties

Of all that are by Poets raptures Sainted
Were now in you vnited, you should paffe

Pittied by me perhaps, but not regarded.

*Eubulus*. If this takenot I am cheated.

*Mathias*. To flip once

Is incident, and excufde by humane fraylty,
But to fall euer damnable we were

Guilty I grant in tendering our affection,
But, as I hope you will doe, I repented.

When we are growne vp to ripeneſſe, our life is
Like to this picture. While we runne

A conſtant race in goodneſſe, it retaines

The iuſt proportion. But the iourneyes being
Tedious and ſweet temptations in the way,

That may in ſome degree diuert vs from

The rode that we put forth in, ere we end

Our pilgrimage, it may like this turne yellow

Or be with blackneſſe clouded. But when we
Finde we haue gone aſtray, and labour to

Returne vnto our neuer fayling guide

Vertue, contrition with vnſained teares,

The ſpots of vice waſh'd off will ſoone reſtore it

To the firſt pureneſſe.

*Honoria*. I am diſenchanted

Mercy, O mercy heauens?

*Ladiflaus*. I am rauilſhed with

What I haue ſeene and hard.

*Ferdinand*. Let vs deſcend and heere

The reſt below.

*Eubulus*. This hath falne out beyond

My expectation.

*Honoria*. How have I wandred

Out of the tract of piety and miſt

kneeles

they deſcend

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By

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By ouerweening pride, and flattery
Of fawning fycophants (the bane of greatnes)
Could neuer meete till now a paſſenger
That in his charity would ſet me right,
Or ſtay me in my precipice to ruine.
How ill haue I return'd your goodnes to me?
The horror in my thought oft turnes me marble.

Enter the King and others,

But if it may be yet prevented, O fir,
What can I do to ſhew my ſorrow or
With what brow aske your pardon?

Ladiflaus. Pray you rife.

Honoria. Neuer, till you forgiue me, and receiue
Vnto your loue, and fauour a chang'd woman.
My ſtate, and pride turn'd to humillity henceforth
Shall waite on your commands, and my obedience
Steer'd only by your will.

Ladiflaus, And that will proue

A ſecond and a better marriage to me, all is forgot

Honoria. Sir I muſt not rife yet

Till with a free conſeſſion of a crime,
Vnknowne to you yet, and a following ſuite.
Which thus I beg be granted.

Ladiflaus. I melt with you.

Tis pardon'd, and confirm'd thus.

Honoria. Know then fir.

In malice to this good knights wife I præſi'd
Ubaldo, and Ricardo, to corrupt her.

Baptiſta. Thence grew the change of the picture.

Honoria. And how far

They haue preuaild I am ignorant now if you fir
Or the honor of this goodman, may be intreated
To trauaile thither, it being but a dayes iourney
To fetch 'em off,

Ladiflaus. We will put on to night.

Baptiſta. I if you pleafe your harbinger.

Ladiflaus. I thanke you.

Let me embrace you in my armes, your ſeruice
Donne on the Turke compard with this waighs nothing.

Mathias.

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Mathias. I am still your humble creature.
Ladflains. My true friend
Ferdinand. And so you are bound to hold him.
Eubulus. Such a plante
Imported to your Kingdome, and heere grafted
Would yeeld more fruit then all the idle weedes
That fucke vp your raigne of fauour.
Ladiflaus. In my will
I'll not be wanting, prepare for our journey.
In acte be my Honoria now, not name,
And to all after times preferue thy fame.

Exeunt.

The end of the fourth Act.

Actus quinti, Scæna prima.

Sophia, Corifca, Hilario.

Sophia. Are they then so humble
Hilario. Hunger and hard labour
Haue tamde 'em Madam, at the first they below'd
Like ftaggs tane in a toyle and would not worke
For fullenneſſe, but when they found with out it
Therewas no eating,and that to ſtarue to death
Was much againſt their ſtomachs, by degree
Againſt their wills they fell to it.
Corifca. And now feed on
The little pittance you allow with gladneſſe
Hilario. I do remember that they ſtop'd their noſes
At the fight of beefe, and mutton as courſe feeding
For their fine palats, but now their worke being ended
They leape at a barley cruſt and hold cheſe parings
With a spoonefull of pal'd wine pour'd in their water,
For festiuall excedings.
Corifca. When I examine
My ſpinſters worke hee trembles like a prentice
And takes a box on the care when I ſpie faults.
And botches in his labour, as a fauour
From a curſt miſtrſe.
Hilario. The other to reele well

For

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For his time, and if your ladship would please.
To see 'em for your sport, since they want ayring
It would do well in my judgement, you shall heere
Such a hungry diologe from 'em.

Sophia. But suppose

When they are out of prison they should grow
Rebellious?

Hilario. Neuer feare't Ill vndertake
To lead 'em out by the nofe with a courfe thred
Of the ones spinning and make the other reele after
And wit h out grumbling, & when you are weary of
Their co mpany as easily returne 'em.

Corifca. Deere Madam it will helpe to drive away
Your me ancholy.

Sophia. Well on this assurance
I am content, bring 'em hither.

Hilario. I will do it
In stately Equipage.
Exit Hilario.

Sophia. They haue confessed then
They were set on by the Queene to taynt mee in
My lo yalty to my Lord?

Corifca. Twas the maine cause,
That brought 'em hither.

Sophia. I am glad I know it
And as I haue begun before I end
Ill at the height reuenge it, let vs steppe afide
They come the objects so ridiculous
In spight of my sad thoughts I cannot but
Lend a fore'd smile to grace it.

Enter Hilario, Vbaldo spinning, Ricardo reeling.

Hilario. Come away
Worke as you go, and loofe no time'tis precious
You'll find it in your Commons.

Ricardo. comons call you it
The word is proper I haue graz'd so long
Vpon your commons I am almost staru'd heere
Hilario. Worke harder and they shall be better'd
Vbaldo. better'd?

worser they cannot be would I might lye

Like

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Like a dogge vnder her table and ferue for a footstoole
So I might haue my belly full of that
Her Island curr refufes.

Hilario. Ho w do you like
Your ayring? is it not a fauour?

Ricardo. Yes

Iuft such a one as you vfe to a brace of gray-houndes
When they are ledd out of their kennels to scumber
But our cafe is ten times harder, we haue nothing
In our bellies to be vented, if you will bee
And honest yeoman phenterer, feed vs firft,
And walke vs after?

Hilario. Yeomen phenterer ?
Such another word to your Gouernor, and you goe
Supperleffle to bed fort.

Vbaldo. Nay euen as you pleafe.
The comfortable names of breake-fafts, dinners,
Collations, fupper, beuerage, are words
Worne out of our remembrance.

Ricardo. O for the fteame
Of meat in a cookes fhoppe?

Vbaldo. I am so drie
I haue not spittle enough to wett my fingers
When I draw my flax from my diſtaffe

Ricardo. Nor I ſtrength
To raife my hand to the top of my reeler. oh.
I haue the crampe all ouer me

Hilario. What do you thincke
Were beſt to apply to it, a crampſtone as I take it
Were very vſefull.

Ricardo. Oh no more of ſtones
We haue beene vſd to long like hawkes already.

Vbaldo. We are not so high in our fleſh now to need caſting
We will come to an empty ſift.

Hilario. Nay that you ſhall not
So hoe birdes, how the eyaſſes ſcratch, and ſcramble
Take heed of a ſurfet do not caſt your gorges,
This is more then I haue commiſſion for, be thankefull.

Sophia. Were all that ſtudie the abufe of women

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V'd thus, the citty would not swarme with Cucholds
Nor so many trads-menbreake.

Corisca. Pray you appeare now
And marke the altetation.

Hilario. To your worke
My Lady is in prefence, show your duties
Exceeding well.

Sophia. How do your scollers profite ?

Hilario. Hold vp your heads demurely. Prettily
For young beginners.

Corisca and will do well in time
If they be kept in awe.

Ricardo. In awe I am sure
I quake like an aspen leafe.

Vbaldo. no mercy Lady ?

Ricardo. Nor intermission?

Sophia. Let me see your worke.
Fie vpon't what a thredds heere, a poore coblers wife
Would make a finer to sow a clounes rent start vp
And heere you reele as you were druncke.

Ricardo. I am sure it is not with wine

Sophia. O take heade of wine
Could water is far better for your healths
Of which I am very tender, you had foule bodies
And must continue in this phisicall diet

Tell the cause of your disease be tane away
For fear of a relaps and that is dangerous

Yet I hope alredy that you are in some
Degree recouerd and that way to refolue me

Answer me truely, nay what I propound
Concernes both neerer, what would you now giue
If your meanes were in your hands to lye all night

With a fresh and hanfume ladie ?

Vbaldo. How a lady ?
O I am paft it, hunger with herrazor
Hath made me an euenuch

Ricardo. for a meſſe of porridge
well ſop'd with a bunch of raddish and a carret
I would ſell my barr on rie but for women. oh

Noe

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Noe moreof women not a doyte for a doxeie
After this hungry voyage.

Sophia. These are truly
Good symptomes, let them not venture to much in the ayre
Till they are weaker.

Ricardo. this is tyranie
Ubaldo. Scorne vponorne
Sophia. You were so

In your malitious intents to me

Enter a fermant

And therefore tis but iustice whats the buſneſſe ?

Sernant. My Lords great frend ſignior Baptiſa Madam
Is newly lighted from his horſe with certaine
Aſſurance of my Lords arriuall.

Sophia. How
And ſtand I trifling here, hence with the mungrells
To there ſeuerall kennels, there let them houle in priuat
Ile bee no farther troubled.

Exeunt Sophia and ſernant.

Ubaldo. O that euer
I ſaw this fury

Ricardo. Or look'd one a woman.
But as a prodigie in nature

Hilario. Silencio

Noe more of this
Corifca. me thinkes you haue noe cauſe
To repent your being heere

Hilario haue you not learnt
When your ſtates are ſpent your ſeuerall trades to liue by
and neuer charge the hofpitall ?

Corifca. Worke but titely
And wee will not vſe a diſhe-cloute in the houſe
But of your ſpinning

Ubaldo O I would this hempe
Were turnd to a halter

Hilario Will you march
Ricardo. A ſoft one
Good generall I beſeech you

Ubalde. I can hardly
Draw my legs after me

Hilario. For a crouch you may vſe

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Your diiftaffe, a good wit makes vfe of all things.

Exeunt.

Actus quinti, Scena secunda.

Enter Sophia, Baptista.

Sophia. Was he icalous of me ?

Baptista. Ther's no perfite loue

Without some touch of't Madam.

Sophia. And my picture

Made by your diuelifh art, a ſpie vpon

My actions ? I neuer fate to be drawne,
Nor had you fir comifion for't,

Baptista. excufe me,

At his earneſt ſute I did it.

Sophia. Very good,

Was I growne ſo cheape in his opinion of me ?

Baptista. The prosperous euent that crowd his fortunes

May qualifie the offence.

Sophia. Rood the euent

The sanctuary fooles and madmen flie to,
when their rash and desperat vndertakings thriue well

But good, and wifemen are directed by

Graue counfailes, and with ſuch deliberation

Proceed in their affaires that chance had nothing

To do with 'em, howſoere, take the paynes fir

To meete the honor in the King, and Queenes

Approches to my houſe, that breaks vpon mee

I will expect them with my beſt of care

Baptista. To entertaine ſuch royall gheſts.

Sophia. I know it

Exit Baptista.

Leaue that to me fir what ſhould mone the Queene

So giuen to eafe and pleafure, as fame ſpeakes her,

To ſuch a iourney ? or worke on my Lord

To doubt my loyalty ? nay more to take

For the refolution of his feares, a courſe

That is by holy writ denide a chriſtian?

'Twas impious in him, and perhaps the welcome

He hopes in my embraces may deceiue

His expectation the trumpets ſpeake

The Kings arriuall, helpe a womans wit now,

To make him know his fault and my iuſt anger.

Exit Sophia.

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Actus quinti, scena ultima.

Lond muficke, Enter Mathias, Eubulus, Ladislaus, Ferdinand,
Honoria, Baptista, Acanthe, with attendants

Eubulus. Your maiety must be weary.

Honoria. No my Lord

A willing mind makes a hard iourney eafie

Mathias. Not loue attended on by Hermes, was
More welcome to the cottage of Philemon,
And his poore Baucis, then your gratious selfe.
Your matchleffe Queene, and all your royall traine
Are to your feruant and his wife.

Ladislaus. Where is the?

Honoria. I long to see her as my now loud riuall

Eubulus. And I to haue a mach at her, tis a cordiall
To an old man, better then facke, and a toft
Before he goes to supper.

Mathias. Ha is my houſe turnd

To a wilderneſſe? nor wife nor ſeruants ready
Withall rites due to maiety to receiue
Such vnexpected bleſſings? you aſſur'd me
Of better preparation, hath not

Th'exceſſe of ioy tranſported her beyond
Her vnderſtanding ?

Baptista. I now parted from her,
And gaue her your directions.

Mathias. How ſhall I begge
Your maieties patience? ſure my famelie's druncke
Or by ſome witch in enuie of my glory
A dead sleepe throwne vpon'em.

Enter Hilario, and ſeruants.

I ſernant. Sir.

Mathias. But that
The ſacred prefence of the King forbids it,
My ſword should make a maſſacre among you.
Where is your miftris ?

Hilario. Firſt you are welcome home fir
Then know ſhe faies ſhee's ſicke fir, there's no notice
Taken of my brauery.

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