PHOENIX

'Tis always my desire my worthy Father. Honoured Father, With care and duty I have listened to you, What you desire, in me it is obedience, I do obey in all, knowing for right, "Experience is a Kingdoms better sighed. Their soon chosen, only this man my Lord, a lo ving servant of mine. I do entreat no more, For that's the benefit a private Gentleman Enjoys beyond our state, when he notes all, Himself unnoted, For should I bear the fashion of a prince, I should then win more flattery, then profit, And I should give e'm time & warning then To hide their Actions from me, if I appear a Sun, Theile run into the shade with their ill deeds, And so prevent me. Stay you my elected servant. The Duke my Father has a heavy burden, Of years upon him. I can, & indeed a Prince needs no travail farther then his own Kingdom, if he apply himself faith fully, worthy the glory of himself and expectation of others: and it would appear far nobler industry in him, to reform those fashions that are already in his Country, then to bring new ones in, which have nei there true form nor fashion; to make his Court and Owl, City and Ape, and the Country a Wolf, prey king upon the ridiculous pride of either, and therefore I hold it a safer stern upon this lucky advantage, since my father is never his setting, and I upon the Eastern hill to take my rise, to look into the heart & bowels of this Dukedom, and in disguise, mark all abuses ready for Reformation or Punishment. you are very cleanly Sir, prithee have a care to our Geldings. Sirrah, what Guess do's this Inn hold now? Their Beasts? How do's your Mother fit? But what old fellow was he that newly aligh ted before us? A fine fellow: but do you know him to be a Knave, and will lodge him. A royal knave y faith: we have happened into a Godly Inn. This should be some old busy turbulent fellow: villainous Law-worme, that eats holes into poor me ̄ S causes. O very well sir: What a busy Caterpiller's this? let's accost him in that manner. Oh my old admirable fellow, how have I all this while thirsted to salute thee? I knew thee in Octavo of the Duke.— But still in law Is it possible old Lad? And so clean and handsome how? Deliver us man! May it cued? And old fellow and such a stinger. Thou Angel sent amongst us, sober Law. Made with meek Eyes, persuading Actium, No loud immodest Tongue, voiced Like a virgin, And as chaste from sale, Save only to be herd, but not to rail. How has abuse deformed thee to all Eyes? That where thy virtues sat, thy vices rise, Yet why so rashly for one villains fault Do I arraign whole man? Admired Law, Thy upper parts must needs be sacred, pure, And incorruptible, th'are graven and wise, T'is but the dross beneath they, and the clouds That get between thy glory and their praise, That make the visible and foul Eclipse, For those that are near to thee, are upright, As noble in their conscience, as their birth, Know that damnation is in every bribe, And rarely put it from they: rate the Presenters, And scourge they with five years imprisonment, For off ring but to tempt they. Thus is true justice exercised and used, "Woe to the giver when the Bribe's refused. 'Tis not their will, to have law worse then war, Where still the poorest die first, To send a man without a sheet to his graven, Or bury him in his Papers. 'Tis not their mind it should be, nor to have A suit hang longer then a man in chains Let him be never so fastened, they least know That are above, the tedious steps below. I thank my time, I do. I love thee wealthier, thou hast a noble touch, & by this means which is the only safe means to preserve thy mother from such and ugly land and sea monster as a counterfeit Captain is, he resigning and basely selling all his estate, title, right, and interest in his Lady, as the form of the writing shall testify. What otherwise can follow but to have, A Lady safe delivered of a knave? I, to keeep from you—hear you me Captain? I have a certain generous itch sir, to lose a few And gels in the way of profit: 'tis but a game at Tennis, Where if the ship keep above line, 'tis three to one: If not, there's but three hundred Angels gone. The more Slave he that says it, and not sees it. Unfortunate indeed, that was well placed. Of all deeds, yet this strikes the deepest wound Into my apprehension, Reverend, and honourable Matrimony, Mother of lawful sweets, unshamed morning's: Dangerless pleasures, thou that makest the bed, Both pleasant, and legitimately fruitful: without thee, All the whole world were soiled Bastardy. Thou art the only and the greatest form. That puttest a difference between our desires And the disordered appetites of Beasts, Making their mates, those that stand next their lustest. Then,—with what base injury is thy goodness paid First, rare to have a Bride commence a Maid, But do's beguile joy of the purity: And is made strict by power of Drugs and Art, And Artificial Maid, a Doctord Virgin, And so deiceues the glory of his bod: A foul contempt, against the spotless power Of sacred wedlock, but if chased and honest, There is another Devil haunts marriage, (None fondly loves but knows it) Jealousy, That Wedlock's yellow sickness, that whispering sepe ration every minute. And thus the curse takes his effect or progress, The most of men in their first sudden furies, Rail at the narrow bounds of marriage, And cal't a prison then it is most joust, That the disease'ath prison, Jealousy Should still affect a'm, but o! here I am fixed, To make sale of a wife, monstrous and foul, And act abhorred in nature, could in soul: Who that ha man in him, could so resign, To make his shame, the poesy to the Coin? Would you have God further then A B C? ah Base Captain, that's far enough i'faith. I joust Like a Coward. Nay, then I would reason Captain that come mands me? The ouglyest deed that ere mine eye did witness Why should this fellow be a Lord by birth? Being by blood a Knave, one that would fell His Lordship if he liked her Ladyship. Stranger yet? isle choose some other hour to list en to thee, I am yet sick of this, discover quickly. I. Who scourges sin let him doo't dreadfully. Nay, you shall to sea, thou wouldst poison the whole land else—why how now Captain? If not a shamed of that, what can you be a shamed ofthen? I easily believe that. How? take one of thy feathers down, and fetch him up. But what if the Duke should hear of this? He, in labour? That's true:— but let me tell you Captain: whither the Duke hear on't, or Fidelio know on't: or both, or neither, twa's a most filthy loathsome partly. Thou hateful villain: thou shouldst choose (to sink To keep thy baseness shrouded. Lady you wrong your valve, Call you him deer that has sold you so cheap? Rise. And see the sum told out to buy that Jewel More precious in a Woman then her eye, her honour: Nay take it to you Lady, and liudge it, Too slight a reco ̄ pence, for your great wrong, but that his riddance helps it. Monster, to sea, spit thy all herred foam, Where it may do least harm, ther's air and roeme. Thour't Dangerous in a Chamber, Ʋ irulext Ʋ enem, Unto a Ladies name, and her chased breath If passed this evening's verge, the Dukedom hold thee, Thou art reserved for abject punishment. Captain, off with that noble title thou becomest it vildly, I never saw the name fit worse, isle sooner all low a Pandar a Captain then thee. Sue to thy Lady for pardon. Nay by your favour: I will contain you Lady, here be gone: Use slaves Like slaves—wealth keeps their faults unknown. The Scene is cleared, the bane of brightness fled Who sought the death of honour, is struck dead. Come modest Lady: Thy virtue shall live safe from reach of shames, That Act ends nobly, preserves Ladies fame's. Sir, we understand you to be the only up right nes of this place. Why then you understand not your self sir. A maintainer of equal causes I mean. This Gentleman and my self, being led hea there by occasion of business, have been offered the discourtesy of the Country, set upon by three thieves and robbed. They both made away from us, the cry pursues e'm, but as yet none but this taken. He's a Thief now sure. His wisdom swallows it. A notable Rogue. Sir. Could you so sir, the more pitiful Justice you. Very good sir, you please us well. So sir, Extremes set of all Actions thus, Either too tame, or else too tyrannous: He being bent to fury, I doubt now We shall not gain access unto your love or she to us. Henceforth hang him that is no way a thief, Then I hope few will suffer,—nay all the jest was, he committed him to the charge of his fellows, and the rogue made it lamentable, cried to leaue'em. None live so wise but fools may once deceive em? Lady, we have, and desire rather now To heal they, then to hear they: For by a letter from Fidelio Direct to us, we are entreated jointly, To hasten your remove from this foul den, Of theft and purposed incest: What makes your honour break so early? A toy my Lord. Oh blessed vengeance! The Princes hand, more truly, most direct, You shall admire it. It time to look into thee, in whose heart Treason grows ripe, and therefore fit to fallen, That slave first Sinks, whose envy threatens all, Now is his Venom at full height. I wonder how this fellow keeps out madness? What stuff his brains are made on? What old Signior? What not me Signeur? You seek to catch her Justice, sheele catch you. Very Marrow, very manna to thee to be in law. Thou that hast vexed, and beggared the whole Parish, and made the honest Church wardens go to Law with the poors money. None can except against him, the men mad, And priuiledgd by the Moon, if he say true: Less madness 'tis to speak sin, then to do. This wretch that loved before, his food, his strife, This punishment falls even with his life. His pleasure was vexation, all his bliss The torment of another. Their heart, his health: their starved Hope's his store, Who so loves Law, die either mad or poor. How now Fidelio? What is't? Why he's mad. Well, but where's this wonder? I, let it. Above wealth. Twa's well spent. I pray! as how? With the Like frenzy not and hour since And aged man was struck. He's not worth pitying, for twa's still his glad nes to be at variance. Sufferance does teach you pity. But sir, might I advise you, in such a cause as this, a man might boldly, nay with conscience go to Law. Why, for such good causes was the law ordained: I'm content with that answer, be mild still, 'Tis honour to forgive those you could kill. Reach me your hand, I love you, And you shall know me better. The night grows deep—and— Who be those? stand close a little. 'Sfoot whither am I led? brought in byth hand? I hope it can be no harm to stay for a woman, though in deed they were never more dangerous, I have ventum read heatherto and safe, and I must venture to stay now, this should be a fair Room, but I see it not, the blind Parlour cal's she it? Paid for you hum,—'Sfoot a light.— And what ha Jove sent him? Out upon him. Nay, and you give me money to chide me:— Pox on't, and would you have me so base? I'faith, what is't? I'm sorry I said so i'faith, but sure I was over flown when I spoke it, I could never would said it else. By my troth I must needs confess I swore a great lie in that, & I was a villain to do it, for I could never ride great horse in my life. What I spoke of that. Lady, isle maintain. Why by this Diamond— I protest I will not keep it, but only use it for that is virtue, as a token to fetch you,& approve my pow er, where you shall not only you be received, but made known to the best and chiefest. Let me lose my Reuenewe else. Enough. I'm sick of all professions, my thoughts burn: He travails best, that knows when to return. Never. O full of trouble. As if it hung with Rich men's Consciences. Twelve, no twa's about one. Well shifted from thy self. I'll give you comfort then. There was a villainous Raven seen last night, Over the presence chamber in hard Justle With a young Eglet. Marry my Lord the Raven—to say truth, I left the combat doubtful. I'll altar that Court-Axiom thus renewed, She's never great, that is accounted lewd. How for his Guard my Lord? That's rarely well. Time my returning, Treasons have still the worst, yet still are spurning. I never was gladder to behold him. O Treason of a good continued ̄ plexion. At his first rising let his fallen be base. Which? his rising or his fallen? I have no power to strike, I confess it, he hired me— Most joust, he may: Most true my Lord. My Conscience is a witness gainst it self, For to that execution of chased honour, I was both hired and led. No my good Lord; ilestil confess whats truth. I did remove her from her many wrongs, Which she was pleased to leave, they were so vild. That this is true, and these, and more my Lord. (Be it under pardon spoken for mine own) He the disease of Justice, these of honour, And This of Loyalty and Reverence: The unswept venom of the Palace, Your Eyes keep with your Actions, both look wrong. Without your prayers safer, & happier: Fidelio. Here take this Diamond: You know the virtue on't, it can fetch vice: Madam Castiza: Now mother of pride, and daughter of lust, which is your friend now? I'm sure you are not so unprovided to be with out a friend here, you'll pay enough for him first. Stand forth—thou one of those, for whose close lustest the plague never leaves the City. Thou worse then common: private, subtle harlot, That dost deceive Three with one feigned lip, Thy husband, the world's eye, and the laws whip. Thy zeal is hight, for 'tis to lust and fraud, And dost not dread to make thy book thy Bawd, Thou'rt curse enough to husbands il-got gains, For whom the Court rejects, his gold maintains: How deer and rare was Freedom wont to be, Now few but are by their wives copies free, And brought to such a head that now we see, City and Suburbs wear one livery. Under your sufferance, worthy Father, His harm is to himself, One that ha loved vexation so much, He cannot now be rid on't, Has been so long in suits that he's Law-mad. Without dissemblance he is deep in age, He bows unto his graven, I wonder much Which of his wild Nobility it should be (For none of his sad counsel has a voice in't) Should so far travail into his consent, To set me over into other Kingdoms. Upon the stroke and minute of his death? Since it is thus, By absence, isle obey the Duke my father, And yet not wrong my self. So it shall be, I'll stay at home, and travail; So much have the complaints and suits of men, seven, nay seventeen years neglected, still interposed by coin and great enemies, prevailed with my pity, that I cannot otherwise think but there are infectious deam lings in most offices, and foul mysteries throughout all Professions: and therefore I nothing doubt but to find travail enough within my self, and Experience I fear too much: nor will I be curious to fit my body to the humblest form and bearing, so the labour may be fruit full: for how can abuses that keep low, come to the right view of a Prince, unless his looks lie level with them, which else will be longest hid from him, he shall be the last man sees they. For oft between Kings Eyes, and subjects Crimes Stands there a bar of bribes, the under office Flatters him next above it: he the next, And so of most, or many, Every Abuse will choose a brother, 'Tis through the world, this Hand will rub the other. But how am I assured of faith in thee? Yet I durst trust thee. It suffices: That King stands surest who by his virtue rises More then by birth or blood, that Prince is rare, Who strives in youth to save his age from care, Let's be prepared away. Fie, fie. Nay and excellent stratagem: but of all I most wonder at the continual substance of thy wit, that would ving had so many suits in law from time to time, thou hast still money to relieve they. A good Decorum. Very wittily. Enough a conscience y faith. Why let me hug thee, Caper in mine arms. What a noble memorable deed was there? Oh no I beseech you. Fear not me Fidelio: become you that invisible Ropemaker the Scrivener, that binds a ma ̄ as he walks yet all his joints at liberty, aswell as isle fit that come mon folly of Gentry, the easie-affecting venturer, and no doubt our purpose will arrive most happily. O they must ever strive to be so good, "Who sells his vow is stamped the slave of blood. I take it not unthankfully sir. I have so, true. Beggarly fools, and swarming knaves. If I were as good as I should be,— Nor thou of no religion. Or a shamed of the sale of thine own wife? I, if he were not as he is, he would be better then himself. Is that she? A modest presence. What Lady? But give me pausing Lady: was he one that took the examination? I, Is't not strange too, That all should be by Nature vicious, and he bade against Nature? To the safe seat of his late wronged mother. At next grove weel expect you: The Justice: 'tis he Now old cheater of the Law, Thou that hast found such sweet pleasure in the vexation of others. Now my Lord. A terrible sudden blow. Bith Mass Monday. O guilty, guilty. I am the man. Behold the Prince to approve it. Rankle not my foot, away. Treason, we laugh at thy vain-labouring strings, Above the foot thou hast no power over Kings My royal Father, To whose unnatural murder I was hired, I thought it a more natural course of travail, And answering future expectation, To leave far Countries, and inquire mine own, Forbid it my obedience. Place a guard near us. Know you you fellow Lady? So ugly are thy crimes, Thine eye cannot endure they. And that thy face may stand perpetually Turned so from ours, and thy abhorred self, Neither to threaten wrack of state or credit, And everlasting banishment cease on thee. Thy life is such it is too bade to end. Away, thy curse is idle, the rest are under refor mansion, and therefore under pardon. I am your servant Mistress, know you not me! Do you deny me then? know you this purse? I perceive you can shift a point well. A band they shall be sent against the Turk, Infidels against Infidels. You are deceived, you think you are still a Justice. I should have wondered else, lust being so Like. For thy sake I'll do more, Fidelio hand her, My favours on you both, next all that wealth Which was committed to that Periur'ds trust. And here comes he (wonder for temperance:) Will take the cure upon him. You see the unbounded rage of his disease, O do you sluice the Vein now? Pray let me see the issue. This, why it out frowns Ink: We both admire the workman and his piece: Thus when all hearts are tunde to Honours strings, There is no music to the Choir of Kings. And so is my Mare y faith. By h mass a lusty proper man. Nay, he's not to live long neither. See where the Bane or every cause Returns. Take heed. Why, do she eave to fell his wife? Why, I neuèr herd of the Like. I, I, I. What monstrous days are these? Not only to be vicious, most men study, But in it to be ugly, strive to exceed, Each other in the most deformed deed. I wonder who that one should be, Should so disgrace that Reverend Name of Lord, So loathsomely to buy Adultery? Take courage man, weel beget some defence. I by Conscience — To fell his Lady: indeed she was a Beast to marry him, and so he makes of her, come, isle thorough now 'ime entered. What's here Now? I, I, I warran you my Lord. O that were infinitely admirable! Would? whither have my thoughts conveyed me? I am now within the Dizzy murmur of the law. Your Knight, I am the Dukes knight. Fair Room, villainous face, and worse woman, I would learned something by a glimpse ath Candle: Thus happily prevented, you're set free, Or else made over to adultery. O thats the grace, O sir, they most commonly speak best, that do worst. So twould i'faith. The age must needs be foul when vice reforms it.