The Picture.

Mathias. Sicke at such a time !
I cannot be though she were on her death bed,
And her spirit even now departed heere stand they
Could call it backe againe, and in this honor
Giue her a second being, bring me to her,
I know not what to vrge, or how to redeeme
This mortgage of her manners.

Eubulus. Ther's no climate

On the world I thinke where on iades tricke or other
Raignes not in women,

Ferdinand. You were euer bitter

Againft the Sex.

Ladiflaus. This is very ftrange,

Honoria. Meane women

Haue their faults as well, as Queenes.

Ladiflaus. O shee appeares now.

Enter Mathias, Sophia.

Mathi. The iniury that you conceiue I haue doneyou
Dispute heereafter, and in your peruerſenes
Wrong not your ſelfe, and me.

Sophia. I am paf'd my childhood,
And need no tutor.

Mathias. This is the great King.
To whom I am ingag'd till death for all
I ſtand pofeff'd of.

Sophia. My humble roofe is proud fir.
To be the canopie of ſo much greatnes,
Set off with goodnes.

Ladiflaus. My owne prayſes flying
In ſuch pure ayre, as your ſweete breath faire Lady
Cannot but płaſe me.

Mathias. This is the Queene of Queenes,
In her magnificence to me.

Sophia. In my duty
I kiffe her highnes robe.

Honoria. You ſtoope to low
To her whose lipps would meete with yours.

Sophia, Howere.

It may appeare prepoſtrous in women

Exeunt Mathias
and Hilario.

Soe

The Picture.

Soe to encounter, 'tis your pleasure Madam
And not my proud ambition, do you heere fir.
Without a magicall picture in the touch,
I find your printe of clofe and wanton kiffes
On the Queenes lipps

Mathias. Vpon your life be silent.
And now falute these Lords.

Sophia. Since you'll hane me
You shall see I am experienc'd at the game
And can play it titely, you are a braue man fir
And do deferue a free and harty welcome
Be this the prologe to it.

Eubulus. An old mans turne
Is euer laft in kiffing, I haue lipps too
However cold ones Madam.

Sophia. I will warme'em.
With the fire of mine.

Eubulus. And so she has I thanke you:
I shall sleepe the better all night for't.

Mathias. You expreffe
The boldnes of a wanton courtezan,
And not a matrons modefty, take vp,
Or you are difgrac'd foreuer.

Sophia. How ? with kiffing
Feelingly as you bought mee ? would you haue me
Turne my cheeke to'em, as proud ladies vfe
To their inferiors, as if they intended
Some businesſe should be whisperd in their care
And not a falutation, what I doe

I will do freely, now I am in the humor
I'll flie at all, are there any more ?

Mathias. Forbeare.
Or you will rayſe my anger to a height,
That will descend in fury.

Sophia. Whie ? you know
How to refolue your ſelfe what my intents are,
By the helpe of Mephoſtophiles, and your picture,
Pray you looke vpon't againe, I humbly thanke
The Queenes great care of me, while you were absent.

She

The Picture.

She knew how tedious 'twas for a young wife,
And being for that time a kind of widdow,
To pass away her melancholly howers
Without good company, and in charity therefore
Prouided for me, out of her owne store
She culd the Lords Ubaldo, and Ricardo,
Two principall courtiers for Ladies seruice,
To do me all good offices, and as such
Imployd by her, I hope I haue receaud,
And entertaind 'em, nor shall they depart
Without the effect ariffing from the caufe
That brought 'em hither.

Mathias. Thou doft be-lye thy selfe,
I know that in my absence thou wer't honest,
However now turnd monfter.

Sophia. The truth is
We did not deale like you in speculations
On cheating pictures; we knew shadowes were
No subftances and actuall performance
The beſt aſſurance, I will bring 'em hither
To make good in this preſence so much for me.
Some minutes ſpace I begge your maieties pardon
You are mou'd now champe vpon this bit a little
Anon you ſhall haue another, wait me Hilario.

Excunt Sophia, & Hilario.

Ladiflaus. How now? turnd ſtatue fir ?
Mathias. Flie, and flie quicklie.
From this curſed habitation, or this Gorgon
Will make you all as I am, in her tongue
Millions of adders hiffe, and euery hayre
Vpon her wicked head a ſnake more dreadfull
Then that Tisiphon, threw on, Athamns,
Which in his madnes forſd him to diſmember
His proper iſlue O that euer I
Repoſ'd my truſt in magicke, or beleeud
Impoſſiblities, or that charmes had power

To

The Picture.

Enbulus. These are the fruites
Of marriage, and old batchelor, as I am,
And what's more will continue so, is not to be aside
With these fine fagaries.

Ferdinand. Till you are resolu'd fir,
Forfake not hope.

Baptista. Vpon my life this is
Diffimulation.

Ladiflaus. And it futes not with
Your fortitude and wifdome to be thus
Transported with your paflion.

Honoria. You were once
Deceaud in me fir as I was in you,
Yet the deceipte pleafe both.

Mashias. She hath confef'd all,
What further proofe should I aske ?

Honoria. Yet remember
The diſtance that is interpoſ'd betweene
A womans tongue, and her hart, and you muſt grant
You build upon no certaineties.

Euter Sophia, Corifca, Hilario, Vbaldo, & Ricardo, as before.

Enbulus. What haue we heere ?

Sophia. You muſt come on and ſhow you ſelues.

Vbaldo. The King !
Ricardo. And Queene too, would I were as far vnder the earth
As I am aboue it.

Vbaldo. Some Poet will
Prom this relation, or in verſe, or proofe,
Or both together blended render vs
Ridiculous to all ages,

Ladiflaus. I remember
This face when it was in a better plight
Are not you Ricardo ?

Honoria. And this thing I take it
Was once Vbaldo.

Vbaldo. I am now I know not what.

Ricardo. We thanke your maielty for employing vs
To this ſubijl Circe.

N

Enbulus.

The Picture.

Enbulus. How my Lord? turnd spinster.
Do you worke by the day or by the great?

Ferdinand. Is your Theorbo
Turnd to a diftaffe Signior, and your voyce
With which you chanted rome for a lufty gallant
Turnd to the note of lacreymæ?

Enbulus. Prethee tell me
For I know thou art free, how often and to the purpose
Have you beene merry with this lady.

Ricardo. Neuer, neuer.
Ladiflaus. Howfieuer you should fay so, for your credit
Being the only cour't bull.

Vbaldo. O that euer
I faw this kicking heyfer,

Sophia. You see Madam
How I haue curd your feruants, and what fauours
They with their rampaht valour haue woone from me.
You may as they are phifickd, I prefume

Truft a faire virgine with 'em, they haue learnt
Their feuerall trades to liue by, and payd nothing.

But cold, aud hunger for 'em, and may now
Set vp for them felues for heere I giue 'em ouer,

And now to you fir, why doe you not againe,
Perufe your picture? and take the aduice

Of your learned confort? these are the men, or none
That made you, as the Italian fayes a beco.

Mathias. I know not which way to intreat your pardon
Nor am I worthy of it my Sophia,

My best Sophia, heere before the king,
The Queene, these Lords, and all the lookers on

I do renounce my error, and embrace you

As the great example to all after times
For such as would dye chaft, and noble wiues
With reuerence to immitate.

Sophia. Not so fir.
I yet hold of, however I haue purg'd
My doubted innocence, the foule asfertions
In your vnmanly doubts caft on my honor

Cannot

The Picture.

Cannot so loone be wafhd of.

*Eubulus.* Shall we haue
More ijggobobs yet?

*Sophia.* When you went to the warrs
I fet no spie vpon you to obferue
which way you wandred, though our sex by nature
Is fubieſt to ſuſpitions and feares,
My confidence in your loyalty freed me from 'em.
But to deale as you did gainſt your religion
With this inchanter to ſuruery my aſtions
Was more then woman's weaknes, therefore know
And tis my boone vnto the King, I doe

Desire a ſeperation from your bed
For I will ſpend the remnant of my life
In prayer, and meditation.

*Mathias.* O take pitty
Vpon my weake condition, or I am
More wretched in your innocence, then if
I had found you guilty, haue you ſhowne a iewell
Out of the cabinet of your rich mind
To locke it vp againe? She turues away
Will none ſpeake for me? ſhame, and finne hath robd me
Of the vſe of my tongue.

*Ladiflaus.* Since you haue conquerd Maddam
You wrong the glory of your victory
If you vſe it not with mercy.

*Erdinand.* Any penance
You pleafe to impoſe vpon him I dare warrant
He will gladly ſuffer.

*Eubulus.* Haue I liu'd to ſee
But on good woman, and ſhall we for a trifle
Haue her returne nun? I will firſt pull downe the cloyſter
To the ould ſport againe with a good lucke to you
'Tis not alone enough that you are good,

We muſt haue ſome of the breed of you, will you deſtroy
The kind, and race of goodneſſe? I am conuerted
And aske your pardon Madam for my ill opinion
Againſt the ſex, and ſhow me but two ſuch more

Pil

The Picture

I'll marry yet, and loue em.

*Honoria.* She that yet

Nere knew what 'twas to bend but to the King

Thus begge remission for him.

*Sophia.* O deere Madam

Wrong not your greatnesse so.

*Omnes.* We all are Sutors.

*Vbaldo.* I do deferue to bee hard among the rest.

*Ricardo.* And we haue sufferd for it

*Sophia.* I perceive

Ther's no refistance but suppofe I pardon

What's paft, who can secure me, He'll be free

From icalouſie heereafter.

*Mathias.* I will be

My owne ſecurity, go ride where you please,
Feaſt, reuele, banquet, and make choſe with whom

I'll get no watch vpon you, and for proofe, oft

This curled picture I surrender vp

To a consuming fire,

*Baptista.* As I abuire

The practice of my art.

*Sophia.* Vpon this termes.

I am reconcil'd and for theſe that haue payd

The price of their folly, I desire your mercy.

*Ladislaus.* At your requeſt they haue it.

*Vbaldo.* Hang all trades now.

*Ricardo.* I will find a new one, and that is to line honest.

*Hilario.* Theſe are my fee's.

*Vbaldo.* Pray you take 'em with a miſcheefe.

*Ladislaus.* So all ends in peace now

And to all married men be this a caution.

Which they ſhould duly tender as their life

Neither to dote to much nor doubt a wife.

Exeunt Omnes

FINIS.