LEON

Yes. Every where. None, I was not worthy. None, they were above me. Not that J well remember, But once J stole a Hen, and then they Beatrice me; Pray ask me no long questions, J have and ill memory. No, ran away, For had never no money to redeem me. It makes my head ache. I think not, but I am loving Sir. Too wise for me 'me sure, For he gave all he had to my younger brother. I think I could make shift sir, But I am bashful. I know not, Darkness indeed may do some good upon me. There be more officers of my opinion, Or I am cozened sir, men that talk more too. Why by chance, They aim at honourable men, alas I am none sir. I never wronged ye. I cannot choose but kick again, pray pardon me. I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave, To Beatrice me soundly if he would take my bound. I desire no better. Exit. Yes, I think I can, I must be taught, I know not what it means Madam. Yes I love riding, And when I am from home I am so merry. Yes sure, I shall. It fit I were hanged else. Indeed I know not; But if your Ladyship will please to instruct me, Sure I shall learn. None Madam, nor friends, I wood do any thing to serve your Ladyship. I will not. Alas I am not able, I have no wit Madam. Yes indeed forsooth. J will not, alas I never knew my self sufficiently. I'll be a dog to please you. I were too lame else. I'll never speak again Madam, But when you charge me, then isle speak softly too. Else you shall hang me. A thousand crowns are thine, & I am a made man. I know my time wench. Exeunt. Are all the chambers Decked and adorned thus for my Ladies pleasure, New hangings every hour for entertainment And new plate bought, new jewels to give lustre. Hum, is it so, 'tis excellent, It is her will too, to have feasts and banquets, Revels and masques 'Tis no fashion, What though I be his husband, I am your fellow, I may cut first. And when I lie with her. The neat air of his nunnery. Faith madame, in my little understanding, You had better entertain your honest neighbours Your friends about ye, that may speak well of ye, And give a worthy m ntion of the r bounty. 'Tis only to persuade ye, Courtiers are but tickle things to deal withal, A kind of marchpane men that will not last Madame, And egg and pepper goes farther then their potions, And in a well built body a poor parsnip Will play his prize, above their strong potabiles. H that shall counsel Ladies, That have both licorish and ambitious eyes, I either and, or worser unke, let him speak Gospel. Pray you be not angry, My indiscretion has made bold to tell ye, What yowl find true. Not much Madame, You have a tie upon your servants tongue, He dares not be so bold as reason bids him, 'Twere fit there were a stronger on your temper, Near look so stern upon me I am your husband, But what are husbands, read the new world's wonders, Such husbands as this monstrous world produces, And you will scarce find such deformities, They are shadows to conceal your venial virtues, Sails to your mills, that to grind with all occasions, Balls that lie by you, to wash out your stains, And bills nailed up with horn before your stories, To rend out last. I have done Madame, And ox once spoke, as learned men deliver, Shortly I shall be such, then I'll speak wonders, Till when I tie my self to my obedience. Exit. Shall I wear my new sum e Madame? You shall see Madame, if it shall please your Lady ship. Have you yet no feeling, I'll pinch you to the bones then my proud Lady. Exit. 'Tis not ready Madam, Nor shall not be until I know the guests too, Nor are they fairly welcome till I bid um. I hear you saucy woman, And as you are my wife command your absence, And know your duty, 'tis the crown of modesty. Yes good my Lord, I am her husband, And pray take notice that I claim that honour, And will maintain it. Peace dirt and dunghill, I will not lose my anger on a rascal, Provoke me more, isle Beatrice thy blown body Till thou reboundest again Like a Tennis ball. You shall not. You shall not have so much will to be wicked. I am more tender of your honour Lady, And of your age, you took me for a shadow. You took me to gloss over your discr dit, To be your fool, you had thought you had found a coxcomb; I am innocent of any foul dishonour I mean to you, Only I will be known to be your Lord now, And be a fair one too, or I will fallen for't. Thou cozened fool, 'tis not so, I will not be commanded: I am above you: You may divorce me from your favour Lady, But from your state you never shall, isle hold that, And hold it to my use, the law allows it, And then maintain your wantonness I'll wink at it. 'Tis mine Madam, You are deceived I am Lord of it, I rule it and all that's in't, You have nothing to do here Madam, But as a servant to sweep clean the lodgings, And at my farther will to do me service, And so isle keep it. It shall be better, I will give none Madame, I stand upon the ground of mine own honour And will maintain it, you shall know me now, To be and understanding feeling man, And sensible of what a woman aims at, A young proud woman that has will to sail with, And itching woman, that her blood provokes too, I cast my cloud off and appear my self, The master of this little piece of mischief, And I will put a spell about your feet Lady, They shall not wander but where I give way now. Not now Lord, my Fortune makes me even, And as I am and honest man, I am nobler. Let me see who dare get it Till I command, isle make him draw your coach too, And eat your Coach, (which will be hard diet) That executes your will; or take your coach Lady, I give you liberty, and take your people. Which I turn off, and take your will abroad with you, Take all these freely, but take me no more, And so farewell. They are tears of anger, I beseech you note um not worth pity, Wrung from her rage, because her will prevails not, She would sound now if she could not cry, Else they were excellent and I should grieve too, But falling thus, they show nor sweet nor orient, Put up my Lord, this is oppression, And calls the sword of Justice to relieve me, The Law to lend her hand, the king to right me, All which shall understand how you provoke me, In mine own house to brave me, is this princely, Then to my guard, and if I spare your Grace, And do not make this place your monument, Too rich a tomb for such a rude behaviour, I have a cause will kill a thousand of you, mercy for sake me. He that dares strike against the husbands freedom, The husbands curse stick to him, a tamed cuckold, His wife be fair and young, but most dishonest, Most impudent, and have no feeling of it, No conscience to reclaim her from a Monster, Let her lie by him Like a flattering ruin, And at one instant kill both name and honour, Let him be lost, no eye to weep his end, Nor find no earth that's base enough to bury him, Now sir fallen on, I am ready to oppose you. Mine own humanity will teach me that sir, And now you are all welcome, all, and we'll to dinner, This is my wedding day. That's she sir, that pretty Lady, If you would speak with her. Will you come near sir, will your grace but honour me, And taste our dinner, you are nobly welcome, All anger's passed I hope, and I shall serve ye. Coronel, I am bound to you for this nobleness, I should have been your officer, 'tis true sir, And a proud man I should have been to have served you 'Tas pleased the King out of his boundless favours, To make me your companion, this commission Gives me a troop of horse. Within four days I am gone, so he commands me, And 'tis not mannerly for me to argue it, The time grows shorter still, are your goods ready. Who waits there? Do you hear ho, go carry this unto your Mistress sir, And leather see how much the King has honoured me, Bid his be lusty, she must make a soldier. Exit. To the wars Lorenzo, And you and all, I will not leave a turnspit, That has one dram of spleen against a Dutchman. The stuff must go to morrow towards the sea sir, All all must go. Why how now wife, what sick at my preferment, This is not kindly done. By no means sweet heart. He would hang himself the fifth, or fly his Country. Indeed I must sweet wife, What shall I lose the King for a few kisses, We'll have enough. He did me this great office, I thank his grace for't, should I pray him now, To undoe't again, fie 'twere a ba e discredit. Be in peace you shall not. knock within. The preparation is, they are taking down, And packing up the hangings, plate and Jewels, And all those furnitures that shall befit me When I lie in garrison. How will your Lady pass to'th sea else easily? We shall find shipping fort there to transport it. I'll have a main care of you, I know you are sickly, he shall drive the easier, And all accommodation shall attend you. Come I warrant you, Am not I with you sweet, are her clothes packed up, And all her linens? give your maids direction, You know my times but short, and I am commanded. It shall not trot I warrant you, Curve at it may sometime. At four days warning, this is something speedy, Do you conceive as our jennets do with a west wind, My heir will be and arrant fleet one Lady, I'll swear you were a maid when I first lay with you. In such a strait point sure I could not err Madam. The sea shall rock it, 'Tis the best nurse; 'twill roar and rock together, A swinging storm will sing you such a lullaby. And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me, At home I am sure you'll prove a million, Every man carries the bundle of his sins, Upon his own back, you are mine, I'll sweat for you. No sir, I dare not leave her to that solitariness, She is young, and grief or ill news from those quarters May daily cross her, she shall go along Sir. By all means an't please you? 'Twill make his well Sir, Theres no such friend to health as wholesome travel. She is most able. And pray you swear not, she must go theres no remedy, Nor greatness, nor the trick you had to partus, Which I smell too rank, too open, too evident (And I must tell you Sir, 'tis most unnoble) Shall hinder me: had she but ten hours life, Nay less, but two hours, I would have her with me, I would not leave her fame to so much ruin, To such a desolation and discredit As her weakness and your hight will wood work her too. What Masque is this now? More tropes and figures, to abuse my sufferance, What cozen's this? And what of them? Prithee good stubborn wife, tell me directly, Good evil wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my kinsman? I have many kinsmen, but so mad a one, And so fantastic, all the house. Canst thou fight? For you must law and claw before you get it. Now I am more temperate, I'll have it proved if you were never yet in Bedlam, Never in love for thats a lunacy, No great state left you that you never looked for, Nor cannot manage, thats a rank distemper That you were christend, and who answered for you, And then I yield. I'll talk no more, come weel away immediately. All this not moves me, Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my affections, You have more furniture, more houses Lady, And rich ones too, I will make bold with those, And you have Land ith Indies as I take it, Thither weel go, and view a while those clymats, Visit your Factors there, that may betray you, 'Tis done, we must go. Good morrow my sweet cozen, I should be glad sir. Well I will try you, Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business. She writes to me here, that one Cacafogo A usuring jewellers son (I know the rascal) Is mortally fallen in love with you. Do you go a birding for all sorts of people, And this evening will come to you and show you jewels, And offers any thing to get access to you, f I can make or sport or profit on him (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him, And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will. Will the Duke come again do you think. Nor b king you to him, if my wit hold fair wife: Lets in to dinner. Exeunt. Come, weel away unto your country house And there weel learn to live contently, This place is full of charge, a worser full of hurrey, No partly of sweetness dwells about these cities. I, now you strike a harmony a true one, When your obedience waits upon your husband, And your sick will aims at the care of honour, Why now I dote upon you, love you dearly, And my rough nature falls Like roaring streams, Clearly and sweetly into your embraces, Oh what a jewel is a woman excellent, A wise a virtuous and a noble woman, When we meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides, And through the world we hold our currant virtues, Alone we are single meadalls, only faces, And wear our Fortune's out in useless shadows, Command you now, and ease me of that trouble, I'll be as humble to you as a servant, Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends, They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance, Go at your pleasure, now experience Has linked you fast unto the chain of goodness: Clashing swords. A cry within, down with their swords. What noise is this, what dismal cry. Look out and help. What of the Duke Medina. How slave? why Margarita, Servant. Why wife, sure some new device they have a foot again, Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it, I had rather guide a ship Imperial Alone, and in a storm, then rule one woman. Help gentlemen to carry him, There shall be nothing in this house my Lord, But as your own. To bed with him, and wife give your attendance. Afore me, 'Tis rarely counterfeited. thank you noble Coronel, and I honour you, Exit Ivan. Never be quiet. Does he hire my house to play the fool in, Or does it stand on Fairy ground we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus. Nay what ail you sweet wife To put these daily pastimes on my patience, What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my partly Like a true husband, And paid some desperate debts you never looked for. Have I not kept thee waking Like a hawk? And watched thee with delights to satisfy thee? The very tithes of which had won a widow. Thou wilt make me angry, Thou never sawest me mad yet. If thou persuest me farther I run stark mad, If you have more hurt Dukes or Gentlemen, To lie here on your cure, I shall be desperate, I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it, Are you so hight that no hedge can contain you, I'll have thee let blood in all the veins about thee, I'll have thy thoughts found too, and have them opened, Thy spirits purged, for those are they that fire you, Thy maid shall be thy Mistress thou the maid, And all those servile labours that she reach at, And go through cheerfully, or else sleep empty, That maid shall lie by me to teach you duty, You in a palate by to humble you, And grieve for what you lose. I take you up and wear you next my heart, See you be worth it. Now what with you? 'Tis Cacafogo go and entertain him, And draw him on with Hope's. I have a rare design upon that gentleman, And you must work too. A way then both, & keep him close in some pl ce From the Dukes sighed, and keep the Duke in too, Make um believe both, I'll find time to cure um. Exeunt. Is the fool come. It is the better. Better and better still, go Margarita, Now play your prize, you say you dare be honest, I'll put you to your best. How do you my Lord, Me thinks you look but poorly on this matter. Has my wife wounded you, you were well before, Pray sir be comforted, I have forgotten all, Truly forgiven too, wife you are a right one, And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. Who's this? the Devil in the vault? He is devilish drunk. O a true lover sir will lament loudly, Which of the butts is your Mistress. Theres two in thine I am sure, it's grown so mon strous, Go carry him to sleep, A fools love should be drunk he has paid well for't too. When he is sober let him out to rail, Or hang himself, there will be no lose of him. Who's this? my Mauhound cozen? I must laugh a little, And now I have done couze thou shalt live with me My merry couze, the world shall not divorce us, Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never want Will this content thee? You are a noble Prince Sir, And now a soldier, Gentleman, we all rejoice in't. Will you go sister? Yes indeed good wife, And my best sister, For she proved so wench, When she deceived you with a loving husband. Not to do any harm I thank heaven for't. No, if you kiss a thousand I shall be contented, It will the better teach me how to please you. That's a bawd, A three piled bawd, bawd major to the army. As a husband ought sir, In his own house, and it becomes me well too, I think your grace would grieve if you were put to it, To have a wife or servant of your own, For wives are reckoned in the rank of servants, Under your own roof to command you. What house, what pleasure sir, what do you mean? Come hither wife, do you know this hand?