LORENZO JUNIOR

Thats true: well Musco High thee in again, Least thy protracted absence do lend light, To dark suspicion: Musco be assure I'll not forget this thy respective love. Nay, nay, you shall not protest. You speak very well sir. Your turn? why cousin, a gentleman of so fair sort as you are, of so true carriage, so special good parts; of so deer and choice estimation; one whose lowest condition bears the stamp of a great spirit; nay more, a man so graced, guilded, or rather (to use a more fit Metaph r ) tinfoyld by nature, (not that you have a leaden constitution, couze, although perhaps a little inclining to that temper, & so the more apt to melt with pity, when you fallen into the fire of rage) but for your lustre only, which reflects as bright to the world as and old Alewives pew ter again a good time; and will you now (with nice modesty) hide such real ornaments as these, and shadow their glory as a Millaners wife does her wrought stomacher, with a smoky lawn or a black cypress? Come, come, for shame do not wrong the quality of your desert in so poor a kind: but let the Idea of what you are, be portrayed in your aspect, that men may read in your looks; Here within this place is to be seen, the most admirable rare & accomplished work of nature; Cousin what think you of this? Why this is well: now if I can but hold up this humour in him, as it is begun, Can so for Florence, match him & she can; Come cousin. So sir, and how then? How? lost your purse? where? when had you it? What? have you it? Nay do not weep, a pox on it, hang it let it go. A jet ring? o the poesy, the poesy? Most excellent. How, by S. Peter? I do not conceive that. Well, you are beholding to that Saint helped you at your needs; thank him, thank him. Where hast thou served? I, with a velvet scabbard. Come, come, you shall not buy it; hold there's a shilling friend, take thy Rapier. You may buy one in the city. You shall not I say. Come away, you are a fool. Mass then he utters them by the gross. I faith, as well as in measure. O I, excellent. He is melancholy too. In what place was that service, I pray you sir? Then you were a servitor at both it seems. Indeed sir? O it was a good figure observed sir: but did you all this signior without hurting your blade. How say you cousin, I told you thus much. Tut now it's too late to look on it, put it up, put it up. A sign you have a good Ostrich stomach Cousin. A miracle cousin, look here, look here. O cousin, forbear, forbear. Sirrah how dost thou Like him. With all my heart sir, you have not another Toledo to fell, have ye? You are in the right: S'bloud he means to catechise me I think. And yet of as bore a coat; well, say sir. Musco, s'bloud what wind hath blown thee hither in this shape. My father? Sirrah Prospero: what shall we do sirrah, my father is come to the city. But art thou sure he will stay thy return? I and our ignorance maintained it as well, did it not? Before God not I, and I might have been joined patten with one of the nine worthies for knowing him. 'Sblood man, he had so writhen himself into the habit of one of your poor Dispar I is here, your decayed, ruinous, wormeaten gentle m n of the round: such as have vowed to fit on the skirts of the city, let your Provost & his half dozen of halberdiers do what they can; and have translated begging out of the old hackney pace, to a fine easy amble, and made it run as smooth of the tongue, as a shove-groat shilling, into the likeness of one of these lean Pirgo's, had he moulded himself so perfectly, obser ving every trick of their Actium, as varying the accent: swea ring with and Emphasis. Indeed all with so special and exquisite a grace, that (hadst thou seen him) thou wouldst have sworn he might have been the Tamberlain, or the Agamemnon on the rout. Doctor Clement, what's he? I have herd much speech of him. O I remember him now; Good faith, and he hath a very strange presence me thinks, it shows as if he stood out of the rank from other men. I have herd many of his jests in Padua: they say he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse. O this speech would have done rare in a potheca ies mouth. Nay good signior, will you regard the humour of a fool? away knave. I thank you sir. Cousin will you any Tobacco? How now cousin? O yes, that you may. I, but peace cousin, no words of it at any hand. I, he lacks nothing but a little light stuff, to draw them out withal, and he were rarely fitted to the time. Nay its well; so long as he does ot forsw himself. A pox on him, hang him ilching rogue, S eale from the dead? its worse then sacrilege. O admirable, the best that I herd. Gentlemen, Prospero, for bear I pray you. Prospero by Jesu. Nay I think it a question whither I shall would her for all that. Nay do not swear. I pray the have patience I am satisfied: Prosp ro oh mit no off read occasion, that may make my desires complete I beseech thee. Signior did you never play with any of our mai S ers here. This is strange and vile as I h ard. Why are you so sure of your hand at all times? Mass I would not stand in signior G uliano state, then; And you meet him, for the wealth of Florence. Look the der he goes I think. Yes faith it is he? Before God it was he: you make me swear. Hold signior hold, under thy favour forbear. Why and though you were sir, the law allows you to defend your self; thats but a poor excuse. I Like enough I have herd of many that have been beaten under a planet; go get you to the Surgeons, sblood and these be your tricks, your passados, & your Mountauntos ilenone of them: o God that this age should bring forth S changed create res? come cousin. How and he see it, heel h llen e it ass ur your self. Advise you cousin, ta e heed he give not you as much. Poetry? nay then call blasphemy, religion; Call Devils, Angels; and Sin, piety: Let all things be preposterously transchangd. O you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter. Yes isle be sworn I was never guilty of reading the Like, match it in all Pli ies familiar Epistles, and isle have my judgement burned in the are for a rogue, make much of thy vain, for it is inimitable. But I marl what Camel it was, that had the carriage of it? for doubtless he was no ordinary beast that brought it. Why sayest thou? why dost thou think that any reasonable creature, especially in the morning, (the sober time of the day too) would have taine my father for me? Indeed the best use we can turn it too, is to make a jest on't now: but isle assure you, my father had the proving of your copy, some hour before I saw it. Nay I know not what he said. But I have a shrewd guess what he thought. Marry that thou are a damned dissolute villain, And I some grain or two better, in keeping thee company. O sir a ki sman of mine, one that may make our Music the fuller and he please, he hath his humour sir. Nay: isle neither do thy judgement, nor his folly that wrong, as to prepare thy apprehension: isle leave him to the mercy of the time, if you can take him: so. No? how knowest thou then that he opened it? Opinion, Oh God let gross opinio ̄ sink & be damned As deep as Barathrum, If it may stand with your most wished content, I can refel opinion and approve, The state of poe j, such as it is, Blessed, eternal, and most true divine: Indeed if you will lock on Po j, As she appears in many, poor and lame, Patched up in remnants and old worn rags, Half starved for want of her peculi r food: Sacred invention, then I must confirm, Both your conceit and censure of her merrite, But view her in her glorious ornaments, Attired in the majesty of art, Set high in spirit with the precious taste, Of sweet philosophy, and which is most, Crowned with the rich traditions of a soul, That hates to have her dignity profaned, With any relish of and earthly thought: O them how proud a presence does she bear. Then is she Like her self fit to be seen, Of none but graven and consecrated eyes: Nor is it any blemish to her fame. That such lean ignorant, and blasted wits, Such brainless gulls, should utter their stolen wares With such applauses in our vulgar ears: Or that their slubberd lines have currant pass, From the fat judgements of the multitude, But that this barren and infected age, Should set no difference betwixt these empty spirits, And a true Poet: then which reverend name, Nothing can more adorn humanity. Here is a style indeed, for a men senses to leap over, ever they come at it: why, it is able to break the shins of any old men patience in the world. My father read this with patience? Then will I be made and Eunuch, and learn to sing Ballads. I do not deny, but my father may have as much pa tience as any other man; for he uses to take physic, and oft taking physic, makes a man a very patient creature. But, Signior Prospero, had your swaggering Epistle here, arrived in my father's hands, at such and hour of his patience, (I mean, when he had taken physic) it is to be doubted, whither I should have read sweet villaynt here. But, what? My wise cousin; Nay then, I'll furnish our feast with one Gull more to ward a mess; he writes to me of two, and here's one, that's three, Ifayth. O for a fourth: now, Fortune, or never Fortune. Cousin Stephano: good morrow, good cousin, how fare you? And I am as glad of your coming, I protest to you, for I am sent for by a private gentleman, my most special deer friend, to come to him to Florence this morning, and you shall go with me cousin, if it please you, not else, I will enjoin you no further then stands with your own consent, and the condi cion of a friend. I cannot tell, but (unless a man had juggled begging all his life time, and been a weaver of phrases from his infan cy, for the apparelling of it) I think the world cannot pro duce his Rival. Tut, he h is more of these shifts. You do not you? Sblood this was your villainy to gull him with a mott . Hold, hold, what all policy dead? no prevention of mischiefs stirring. I by Jesu may you sir and (in my conceit) our whole nation should sustain the lose by it, if it were so. W ll have him free of the brok S, for he utters no thing but stolen remnant . I but your skill sir. How, Inciper dulce? a sweet thing to be a Fool indeed. S'hart, this is in Hero and Leander? Troth well, howsoever? but excellent if it take. It scarce contents me that he did so. But Musco didst thou observe his countenance in the reading of it, whither he were angry or pleased? I a knave I took him up begging upon the way, This morning as I was coming to the city, O? h are he is; come on, you make fair speed: Why? whereon Gods name have you been so long? How so? How should that be? unless that villain M S oh Have told him of the letter, and discovered All that I strictly charged him to conceal? 'tis so. But how should he know thee to be my man. Yes; but I hope his soul is not allied To such a devilish practice: if it were, I had joust cause to weep my partly in him, And curse the time of his creation. But where didst thou find them Po to nsio? Faith sir it is a virtue that pursues, Any ave rude and uncomposed spirits, To make a fair construction and indeed Not to stand of, when such respective means, Invite a general content in all. Nor will I fail to break this match, I doubt not; Well: go thou along with master doctors man, And stay there for me? at one C bs house sayest thou. We were now speaking of him, signior Bobadill tells me he is fallen foul of you two. Well Musco perform this business happily, And thou makest a conquest of my love forever, So sir, then you tried that ir skill. Gods will: its Giullianos. O now stand close: pray God she can get him to read it. Nay I know not, nor can I conceive.