BASSANES

I'll have that window next the street damed up; It gives too full a prospect to temptation, And courts a Gazers glances: there's a lust Committed by the eye, that sweats, and to a else, Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformed bear-whelp Adultery be licked into the act, The very act; that light shall be damed up; D'ee hear Sir? Some Rogue, Some Rogue of your confederacy, (factor For slaves and strumpets) to convey close packets From this spruce springall, and the tother youngster; That gawdy Eare-wrig, or my Lord, your Patron, Whose p usioner you are.— I'll tear thy throat out Son of a Cat, ill-looking Hounds-head; tip up Thy vlterous maw, if I but scont a paper, A scroll, but half as big as what can cover A wart upon thy nose, a spot, a pimple, Directed to my Lady: it may prove A mystical preparative to lewdness. The City housewives, cunning in the traffic Of Chamber-merchandise, set all at price By wholesale, yet they wipe their mouths, and simper, Cull, kiss, and cry Sweet-hart, and stro ke the head Which they have branched, and all is well again: Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs Stuck on the foreheads? Dams at Court Who flaunt in riots, run another by as Their pleasure heaves the patient Ass that suffers Up on the still worser of Office, titles, Incomes; Promotion justifies the shame, and ves for't: Poor Honour! thou art stabbed, and bleedest to death By such unlawful hire. The Count y mistress Is yet more wary, and in blushes hides What ever trespass draws her tro h to gilded; But all are false. On this truth I am bold, No woman but can fallen, and does, or would — Now for the newest news about the City; What blab the voices sirrah? Heigh Dam, up and ride me Rascal, What is't? Ignorant block. Dance out thine too. Grant it Apollo. Antic, no more; Idiots and stupid fools Grate my calamities. Why to be fair Should yield presumption of a faulty soul? Look to the doors. Swormes of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper. Beauty? o it is And unmatched blessing, or a horrid curse. She comes, she comes, so shoots the morning forth, Spangled with pearls of transparent Due, The way to poverty is to be rich; As I in her am wealthy, but for her In all contents a Bankrupt. — Loved Penthea, How fares my hearts best joy? Leave chattering Magpie.— Thy brother is returned (sweet) safe, and honoured With a Triumphant victory: thou shalt visit him: We will to Court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Thou shalt appear in such a ravishing lustre Of Jewels above valve, that the Dams Who brave it there, in rage to be outshined, Shall hide them in their Closets, and unseen Fret in their tears; while every wondering eye Shall crave none other brightness but thy presence. Choose thine own recreations, be a Queen Of what delights thou fa ciest best, what company, What place, what times, do any thing, do all things Youth can command; so thou wilt From the pure firmament of thy fai e looks Furies whip thee. This house me thinks stands somewhat too much inward It is too melancholy, wee'll remove Nearer the Court; or what thinks my Penthea Of the delightful Island we command? Rule me as thou canst wish. Gransis, You are a Juggling Bawd. — This sadness (sweetest) Becomes not youthful blood, — (I'll have you pounded) For my sake put on a more cheerful mirth, Thou'lt mar thy cheeks, and make me old in griefs. —(Damnable Bitch-foxe.) 1 line Or chop thee into collo It's very hight, I sweat extremely — Now. Would? Where? Peasant, how? Most welcome Prophilus, Ladies, Gentleman n, To all, my heart is open, you all honour me. (A tympany swe S in my head a r ady) Honour me bountifully. — (How they flutter, W ails and ayes together?) We had not needed And invitation, if his sisters health Had not fallen into question. — Hast Penthea, Slack not a minute: led the way good Prophilus, I'll follow step by step One word with your old Bawdship: the hadst been better Railed at the sins thou worshipst, thou have thwarted My will. I'll use thee cursedly. Thy life's upon it, And so is mine. My Agonies are infinite. Exeunt omnes: It's her will, She governs her own hours; (noble Ithocles ) We thank the gods for your success, and welfare. Our Lady has of ate been indisposed, Else we had waited on you with the first. I Like the answer well; it's sad, and modest; There may be tricks, yet, tricks.— Have and eye Gransis. The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise (great Princess) the souls quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures; no restoratives Like to a constant woman. — (but where I she? 'Twould puzzle all the gods, but to create Such a new monster.) — I can speak by proof, For I rest in Elizium, it's my happiness. How's that? Alone, alone? what means that word alone? Why might not I be there? — hum! — he's her brother; Brother's and sisters are but flesh and blood, And this same whoreson Court ease is temp cion To a rebellion in the veins — Beside, His fine friend Prophilu mus be her guardian. Why may not he dispatch a business nimbly Before the other come? — or — pa ring, pandring, For one another? be't to sister, mother, Wife, Cozen, any thing, amongst youths of met all, Is in request: It is so — stubborn Fate: But if I be a Cuckold, and can know it, I will be fell, and fell. Most heartily I thank y , my with e pray? thank ee There's and old waiter with w you ? Asleep? sleep Sir Your humblest Vassal. Fie on thee, dam thee, rotten magot, dam thee, Sleep? sleep at Court? and now? Aches, convulsions, Impostumes, themes, gouts, palsies clog thy bones A dozen years more yet. She's by her self, there's hope of that; she's sad too, She's in strong contemplation: yes, and ixt. The signs are wholesome. Hold your chops night mare.— Lady, come your brother Is carried to his closet; you must thither. A sudden it, it'll off; Some surfeit or disorder. — How dost worser erst? We are hasting to him. Perfect Philosophy: then let us care To live so that our reckonings may fallen even When with are to make account. All silent, calm, secure.— Gransis, no creaking? No noise; dost hear nothing? The floor is matted, The bedposts sure are steel or marble. — Soldiers Should not affect (me thinks) strains so e eminate; Sounds of such delicacy are but fawnings Upon the floth of Luxury: they heighten Cinders of covert lust up to a flame. Chamber-combats Are felt, not hard. It's consented. By any means, it's fit. I can forbear no longer: more, I will not; Keep off your hands, or fallen upon my point: Patience is tired, for Like a slow-pac'd Ass You ride my easy nature, and proclaim My sloth to vengeance, a reproach and property. My birth is noble, though the popular blast Of vanity, as giddy as thy youth, Hath reared thy name up to bestride a cloud, Or progress in the Chariot of the Sun; I am no clod of trade, to lackey pride, Nor Like your slave of expectation wait The baudy hinges of your doors, or whist For mystical conveyance to your bed-sports. Unmannerly — Mew Kitling— smooth formality Is usher to the rankness of the blood, But Impudence bears up the train: Indeed, sir, Your fiery mettle, or your springall blaze Of huge renown, is no sufficient Royalty To print upon my forehead the scorn Cuckold. I will hallo't, though I blush more To name the filthiness, than thou to act it. Light of beauty, Deal not ungently with a desperate wound! No breach of reason dares make war with her Whose looks are sovereignty, whose breath is balm Oh that I could preserve thee in fruition As in devotion! Yea, on, Excellent creature— Good be not a hindrance To peace, and praise of virtue. — Oh my senses Are charmed with sounds celestial. — On, deer, on I never gave you one ill word; say, did I? Indeed I did not. A goddess, let me kneel. Noble sir, what is it? With gladness I embrace it; yet pray let not My rashness teach you to be too unmerciful. Rip my bosom up I'll stand the execution with a constancy: This torture is unsufferable. But Penthea says not so. I may see her. Or speak to her once more. Diseases desperate must find cures alike: She swore she has been true. Let him want truth who credits not her vows Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite; Rumor will voice me the contempt of manhood, Should I run on thus. Some way I must try To outdo Art, and cry a Jealousy. Exeunt omnes. Pray use your Recreations, all the service I will expect, is quietness amongst 'e : Take liberty at home, abroad, at all times, And in your charities appease the gods Whom I with my distractions have offended. Betake thou to your see rall occasions, And wherein I have heretofore been faulty, Let your constructions mildly pass it over, Henceforth I'll study reformation, — more, I have not for employment. Beasts only capable of sense, enjoy The benefit of food and ease with thankfulness; Such silly creatures, with a grudging, kick not Against the portion Nature hath bestowed; But men endowed with reason, and the use Of reason, to distinguish from the chaff Of abject scarscity, the Quintessence, Soul, and Elixar of the Earth's abundance, The treasures of the Sea, the Air, nay heaven Repining at these glories of creation, Are verier beast than beasts; and of those beasts The worst am I; I, who was made a Monarch Of what a heart could wish, for a chased wife, Endeavoured what in me lay, to pull down That Temple built for adoration only, And leuel't in the dust of causeless scandal: But to redeem a sacrilege so impious, Humility shall pour before the deities: I have incensed a largeness of more patience Then their displeased Altars can require: No tempests of commotion shall disquiet The calms of my composure. Exercis Your trials for addition to my penance, I am resolved. You may delude my senses, not my judgement: It's anchored into a firm resolution, Dalliance of Mirth or Wit can never unfix it. Practice yet further. Divine, and best of Ladies, Please to forget my outrage? mercy ever Cannot but lodge under a root so excellent: I have cast off that cruelty of frenzy Which once appeared, Impostors, and then juggled To cheat my sleeps of rest. Let the Swan first Be wrapped up in and everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly formed For the whole world's delight, feel and Eclipse So universal. Fallen on me, if there be a burning Etna, And bury me in flames; sweats hight as sulphur, Boil through my pores: affliction hath in store No torture Like to this. Disturb him not, it is a talking motion Provided for my torment: what a fool am I To bawdy passion? ever I'll speak a word I will look on and burst. Keep in vexation, And break not into clamour. O — misery of Misery's! Foe, I am busy; for I have not thoughts Enough to think all shall be well anon. It's tumbling in my head there is a mastery In Art to fatten and keep smooth the outside; Yes, and to comfort up the vital spirits Without the help of food, fumes or perfumes, Perfumes or fumes: let her alone, I'll search out The trick on't. I grant t'ee; and will put in practice instantly What you shall still admire: it's wonderful, It's super singular, not to be matched: Yet when I've don't, I've don't; you shall all thank me. Athens, to Athens I have sent, the Nursery Of Greek for lea ning, and the Fount of knowledge: For here in Sparta there's not left amongst us One wise man to direct, we're all turned madcaps: It's said, Apollo is the God of herbs; Then certainly he knows the virtue of they: To Delphos I have sent to; if there can be A help for nature, we are sure yet. I beseech thee With all my heart let me go from thee quietly, I will not ought to do with thee of all men. The doublers of a Hare, or, in a morning, Salutes from a splayfooted witch, to drop Three drops of blood at the nose joust, and no more, Croaking of Ravens, or the screech of Owls, Are not so boding mischief as thy crossing My private meditations: shun me, prethe; And if I cannot love thee heartily, I'll love thee as well as I can. Phew, then we shall be troubled; Thou Wertenberg ordained my plague, heaven make me thankful, And give me patience too, heaven I beseech thee. Heydey! good words, good words, I must believe they, And be a Coxcomb for my labour. Thou canst not ( Orgilus ) it's in the pow r Of the gods only; yet for satisfaction, Because I note and earnest in thine utterance, Unforced, and naturally free, be resolute The Virgin Baize shall not withstand the lightning With a more careless danger, than my constancy The full of thy relation: could it move Distraction in a senseless marble statue, It should find me a rock: I do expect now Some truth of unheard moment. A skull hid in the earth a Triple age, Shall sooner prate. With assurance Of will and thankfulness. Where ever, I fear not. Oh Madam! Penthea, poor Penthea's starved. Amazement duls my senses. That my Penthea, miserable soul, Was starn'd to death. How it was done let him report, the forfeit Of whose allegiance to our laws does covet Rigour of Justice; but that done it is, Mine eyes have been and evidence of credit Too sure to be convinced: Armostes, rend not Thine Arteries with hearing the bore circumstances Of these calamities: thou'st lost a Nephew, A Niece, and I a wife: continue man still, Make me the pattern of digesting evils, Who can outlive my mighty ones, not shrinking At such a pressure as would sink a soul Into what's most of death, the worst of horrors: But I have sealed a covenant with sadness, And entered into bonds without condition To stand these tempests calmly; mark m , Nobles, I do not shed a tear, not for Penth a : Excellent misery! She has a masculine spirit: And wherefore should I pule, and Like a girl, Put finger in the eye: let's be all toughness, Without distinction betwixt sex and sex. I am for thou. It most concerns my art, my care, my credit; Quick, fillet both this arms. It sparkles Like a lusty wine new broached; The vessel must be found from which it issues; Grasp hard this other stick I'll be as nimble. But prethe look not pale; have at thou stretch out Thine arm with vigor, and unshook virtue. Good; o I envy not Rival fit ed To conquer in extremities; this pastime Appears majestical: some high tuned poem Hereafter shall deliver to posterity The writers glory, and his subjects triumph: How is't man, droop not yet. Life's fountain is dried up. Of has shook hands with time: his funeral urn Shall be my charge: remove the bloodless body; The Coronation must require attendance: That passed, my few days can be but one mourning. Exeunt. Alas great mistress, reason is so clouded With the thick darkness of my infinites woes That I forecast, nor dangers, Hope's, or safety: Give me some corner of the world to wear out The remnant of the minutes I must number, Where I may hear no sounds, but sad complaints Of Virgins who have lost contracted partners; Of husbands howling that their wives were ravished By some untimely fate; of friends divided By churlish opposition, or of father's Weeping upon their children's slaughtered carcases; Or daughters groaning over their father's hearses, And I can dwell there and with these keep consort As musical a their what can you look r From and old foolish peevish doting man, But craziness of age? I, Queen? alas! what I? This is a Testament, It sounds not Like conditions on a marriage. Her heart is Oh royal ma worser, would thou hadst miss this partly: Yet 'twas a brave one: I must weep to see Her smile in death. Forgive me, Gransis, it consideration I rellisht not, but have a care now. Yes, and he knows To whom he talks; to one that franks his lust In Swine-security of bestial incest. I wait your foot st psalm. What's that?