PROSPERO

O I came not there to night. Who Giuliano? O Signior Matheo, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; quos aequus amavit Jupiter. No question you do sir: Lorenzo; now on my soul welcome; how dost thou sweet rascal? my Genius? 'Sblood I shall love Apollo, & the m worser Thespian girls the better while I we for this; my deer villain, now I see there's some spirit in thee: Sirrah these be they two I writ to thee of, nay what a drow sie humour is this now? why dost thou not speak? Why was't not rare? Why? 'Sblood you jest I hope? What a dull slave was this? But sirrah what said he to it i'faith? Tut that thought is Like the Moon in the last quar ter, 'twill change shortly: but sirrah, I pray thee be acquainted with my two Zanies here, thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in them if thou hearst them once, but what strange piece of silence is this? the sign of the dumb man? O what is't? what is't? Well signior Bobadilla: signior Matheo: I pray you know this Gentleman here, he is a friend of mine, & one that will well deserve your affection, I know not your name signior, but I shall be glad of any good occasion, to be more familiar with you. To the sword? to the Rapier signior. Where bought you it sig ior? O it is passed remedy now sir, you must have patience. It's better as it's: come gentlemen shall we go? Why you have done Like a Gentleman, he ha confessed it, what would you more? O its a precious good fool, make much on him: I can compare him to nothing more happily, then a Barbers vir ginals; for every one may play upon him. Thy father: where is he? Who's this? Musco? Why how comest thou transmuted thus? Well we'll prorogue his expectation a little: Musc thou halt go with us: Come on Gentlemen: nay I pray thee (good rascal) droop not, s'hart and our wits be so gouty, that one old plodding brain can outstrip us all, Lord I beseech thee, may they lie and starve in some miserable spittle, where they may never see the face of any true spirit again, but be perpetually haunted with some churchyard Hobgoblin in S cul secul rum. Beshrew me, but it was and absolute good jest, and ex ceedingly well carried. Yes faith, but was't possible thou shouldst not know him? Why Musco: who would have thought thou hadst been such a gallant? Where gottest thou this coat I marl'e. That cannot be, if the proverb hold, a crafty knave needs no broker. Well pu off, well put off. How now Piso? is my brother within? Whither went thy master? Pis canst thou tell? Why, dost thou not know him? he is the Go alioner of the state here, and ex ellent rare civilian, and a great scholar, but the only mad merry old fellow in Europe: I showed him you the other day. I or wearing his cloak of one shoulder, or any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour. Piso get him away. Marry God forbid sir. That you are a fool. No signior, as I remember you served on a great horse, last general muster. But soft, where's signior Matheo? gone? O let's follow them: signior Matheo is gone to salute his mistress, sirrah now thou shalt hear some of his verses, for he never comes hither without some shreds of poetry: Come signior Stephano, Musco. O rare! your cousin's discourse is simply suited, all in oaths. O I, it is his condition peace: we are farely rid of him. O the Benchers phrase: Pau a for , . O I: peace, we shall have more of this. Nay good Critique forbear. Sister wh to have you hear? I pray you lets see. Signior Matheo, who made these verses? they are ex cellent good. How ex empo e? Sister you have a simple servant hear, that crowns your beauty with such Encomions and Devises, you may see what it is to be the mistress of a w to, that can make your perfections so transeparent, that every blear eye may look through them, and see him drowned over head and ears, in the deep well of desire. Sister Biancha I marvel you get you not a servant that can ime and do ricks too. Sblood hears a trick vied, and revied: why you monkeys you? what a cat er waling do you keep? has he not given you rhymes, and verses, and tricks. N y, you lamp of virginity, that take it in snuff so: come and cherish this tame poetical ury in your servant, yowl be begged else shortly for a concealment: go to, reward his muse, you cannot give him less then a shilling in conscience for the book he had it out of cost him a to tun at the least, how now gallants, L renzo, S gnior Bobadill ? what all sons of silence? no spirit. Shart how now. My companions. Sblood stay, lets see what he dare do: cut of his ears you are and ass, touch any man hear, and by the Lord isle run my rapier to the hilts in thee. Come, lets go: this is one of my brother's ancient humours this? I faith now let thy spirits put on their best habit, B to at any hand remember thy message to my brother. For theres no other means to start him? Thats well said Musco: faith sirrah how dost thou, approve my wit in this devise? Take man: why it cannot choose but take if the cir cumstances miscarry not, but tell me zealo sly: dost though affect my sister Hesperida as thou pretendest? Come do not pro est I believe thee: I faith she is virgin of good rnament, and much modesty, un esse I conc jud very w rthely oh her, thou shouldst not have her. Sblood thou shall have her, by this light thou shall ? By S. Mark thou shalt have her: isle go fetch her pre sently, point but where to meet, and by this hand isle bring her? Why, by what shall I swear by? thou shalt have her by my soul. I warrant thee. No harm done brother I warrant you: since there is no harm done, anger costs a man nothing: and a tall man is never his own man till he be angry, to keep his valour in ob scuritie: is to keep himself as it were in a cloak-bag: whats a musician unless he play? whats a tall man unless he fight? for indeed all this my brother stands upon absolutely, and that made me fallen in with him so resolutely. Might? so might the good warm clothes your hus band wears be poisoned for any thing he knows, or the wholesome wine he drunk even now at the table. Is a fit simily, a toy? will he be poisoned with a simily Broth Thor ll , what a strange and vain imagination is this? For shame be wiser, of my soul theres no such matter. Musco, this is rare, but how gotst thou this apparel of the doctors man. Well thou art a mad knave Musco, his absence will be a good subject for more mirth: I pray the return to thy young master Lorenzo, and will him to meet me and Hesperi Dam at the Friery presently: for here tell him the house is so sturde with jealousy, that there is no room for love to stand upright in: but isle use such means she shall come thither, and that I think will meet best with his desires: High thee good Musco. Indeed sister to ask how he employs Cob, is a necessary question for you that are his wife, and a thing not very easy for you to be satisfied in: but this isle assure you Cobs wife is and excellent baud indeed: and oftentimes your husband haunts her house, marry to what end I cannot altogether ac cuse him, imagine you what you think convenient: but I have known fair hides have foul hearts ear now, I can tell you. So let them go: this may make sport anon, now my faith e sister Hesperida : ah that you knew how happy a ting it w re to be fair and beautiful? Thats true: thats even the fault of it, for indeed bew tie stands a woman in no stead, unless it procure her touching: but sister whither it touch you or no, it touches your bew ties, and I am sure they will abide the touch, and they do not a plague of all ceruse say I, and it touches me to inpart, though not in thee. Well, theres a deer and respected friend of mine sister, stands very strongly affected towards you, and hath vowed to inflame whole bonfires of zeal in his heart, in ho nor of your perfections, I have already engaged my promise to bring you where you shall hear him confirm much more then I am able to lay down for him: Signior Lorenzo is the man: what say you sister shall I entreat so much favour of you for my friend, is too direct and attend you to his meeting? upon my soul he loves you extremely, approve it sweet Hesperida will you? Whats that sister. No matter Hesperida if it did, I would we such and one for my friend, but say, will you go? I'll tell you brother whither I suspect she's gone. To Cobs house I believe: but keep my counsel. That we did master doctor. To the Tavern I think sir. What a mad Doctor is this? come sister lets away. Faith M. Doctor thats even I, my Hope's are small, and my despair shall be as little. Brother, sister, brother what cloudy, cloudy? and will sunshine on these looks appear, well since there is such a tempest toward, isle be the porpuis, isle dance: wench be of good cheer, thou hast a cloak for the rain yet, where is he? S'hart how now, the picture of the prodigal, go to isle have the calf dressed for you at my charges. O he writes not in that height of style. O too far fetched for him still master Doctor: Signior, master Doctor desires to see a sighed of your vain, nay you must not deny him. It pleases him to call her so, sir. No this is invention; he found it in a ballad. Faith I did it but to hold up a jest: and help my sis ter to a husband, but brother Thor llo, and sister, you have a spice of the jealous yet both of you, (in your hose I mean,) come do not dwell upon your anger so much, lets all be smooth before headed once again. No upon my soul. We do isle be mouth for all. Tut, fear not: I warrant thee, he will do it of him self with much impudency. What, do you take Incipe in that sense? O strange humour my very breath hath poisoned him. His iealoucie is the poison he hath taken. None but this gentleman: to whom in my own per son I owe all duty and affection: but most seriously entreat pardon, for whatsoever hath passed in these occurrants, that might be contrary to his most desired content. Would they were kindled once, and a good fire made, I might see self love burned for her heresy. Signior Bobadilla? why muse you so? You must bring him to the rack first. What? what?