FRANK

Why George, dost think th'exterior goods of ortune, Or titular greatness that derives it self From larger springs, and slow to swell the blood With attributes of gentle, or of noble Can make the difference such, that the free soul Must have the limits of her large desires Prescribed by them? Nature's impartial: And in her work of man pre er's not names Of ancestors She sometime forms a piece For admiration from the basest earth That holds a soul: and to a Beggars issue Gives those perfections make a beauty up; When purer molds po'ish'd and g'oss'd with titles, Honours and wealth, bestow upon their bloods Deformed impressions; objects only fit For sport or pity. The Chemistry of Love can surely do it. Wedlock confers all honour that's a husbands Upon his wife. She is fair: Upon her person all the graces wait, And dance in rings about her. Her bright eye Is Loves chief mansion where he keeps his Court. Envy not fair ones, if my fancy does Give all your dues to her, save only those Which your defects supply from wanton art. Her white and read she borrow's not from any Cosmetique drugs; nor puzzles the invention Of learned practitioners for oil of Talxe To blanch and Ethiops skin. Lilies and Roses Are figures fitting common beauty's: hers Wants a comparison but its proper self. She's a subject, George, For larger volumes then invention Yet ever filled with flattering hyperboles. The very thought of her hath strained my heartstrings Up to a pitch of joy; whose music makes My spleen dance lusty measures. Did not friendship Restrain't, I should be angry: nay more; punish So great a sin against her innocence. I have laid all the baits that might entice Apt inclination to sweet wickedness; But could not catch her that way. She hath shunned them With witty scorn, and such imperious checks Have made me blush at my intentions soulenesse: Which now is cleared with noble resolution To give my hight desires their satisfaction In fair embraces, such as the reverence Of lawful Wedlock sweetens. When thou hast seen her, thou wilt soon acknowledge In what a misty error thy invectives Have lost themselves. Shalt not make me jealous Her soul is guarded with so many virtues Temptations cannot b tter it: and 'th'way Of noble love (though yet she n for sung The music of consent) I dare prefer My self the first accepted. Some City loving couple. Surely it's Will Changelove ; The rotcus of affection: one that vary's As many shapes of love as there are objects. But what that shee-thing is I do not know. You'd be nibbling. Changlove is my acquaintance. If they come this way (as it's most likely Tottenham-Court's the end of their early walking) I'll be thy introdu cion. Let's walk softly. As the end proves it; howsoever, it promises fairly. Mr. Changelove ; a happy day follow this plea sant morning. The day must needs be fortunate, that begins with such fair Omens. He always does that by Attourney Mistress. The truth is, he is a great woman-hater. It is a disposition in his will, Not a defect of power. Hardly their sighed at distance. It's affliction Unto his very soul to hear their virtues Discoursed, unless in scorn. It's excellent; so his gross bodies toil To follow us, shall be our laughter. Let us not be footmen. Forward then. Greater then if your maid should drop the candle on your festival satin doublet? And beshrew him if he fitted not you. You blow hard George. And what success? I have seen that face, the figure's in my heart. It's surely she: her habit cannot mock My knowing sense. I'll venture on the trial. Didst thou think that ma ke Could veil thee from my souls distinguishing? Wherein thy form's imp est, which fancy shows me At every change of thoughts. 'Twere a sin To think amiss of thee; tears cannot expiate When thou art mine, I'll feed thy appetite With pleasures best variety. Tailors daily Sha l shape proportions for thy dainty body, To make invention pregnant of new fashions. Th'Exchange shall be thy Wardrobe to supply Thy will with choice of dressings t'hearken out A jewel to adorn thee, if the valve Exceed not my estate; I'll fell it all To purchase thy content. Th'extasie hath made me Forget my friend: it's she George changed in habit Come dearest will you Accept the entertainment of this place? Some worthy company within expects me. You are for dancing; Possess my room, Whom sir? Will you be gone George ? Mr. Stitchwell is your name? You mind Cuckolds much: good sir remember your self. What must you sir? And his Wife too by this. Follow me gentle men, and if he prevent it not, we'll share some pastime. Sweet, I'll return presently. Exeunt men. George, what made you there? Fie George, scold presently after your cucking. You seem to compassionate the mischance: Why mine? I never had resolution yet So stayed, but I could altar it for pleasure: Nor can I hate or envy it in others. I am sorry George you should drink water after your sweetmeats. To them Tapster. What gentlewoman? You are a rogue sirrah. kicks him. Mutter that thought again: I'll cut thy tongue out Come gentlemen, let's up again. By this time George your sorrow's dry. Exeunt. Courting her! George, it's not friendly. No more; I thank thee. Dear, when shall my love Be happy in enjoying what it makes The object of desire? Shall this fair morning Be consecrate to Hymen? Prithee no more These needless doubts. I m armed with preparations For my resolves, that no assault can bitter. What do I hear? It's to try me sure: She cannot mean it. How my thoughts rebel Against their guide? Should this be eam nest. it would make me happy Above mine own desire; and should she mock me, 'Twere but returning to my first intents. Some way I must enjoy her. Shall this practice Give me those sweets have been so long denied With counterfeited modesty? How men desire Pursues contentment! it's the soul of Actium, And the propounded reason of our life. Yet as the choice appears, or gross or excellent, We lie not from enjoying; but are changed In our opinion either of the object, Or of the means that works it. Why should I Altar a resolution? The contentment Is still the same: and a far easier means Without that tie necessitates the will To a sixth bounds. Beside, my credit's safe. To keep a Mistress youths excuse may serve; But and inferior match brands my posterity, If equal blood commix not. H nce then scruple, And all that frights saint conscience. Swe to I welcome The freeness of your kind and loving promise With as much joy, as can possess a heart Made jovial by th'effe to of all it's wishes: Be constant to it. And till my expectation Ends in that full possession of delight, Times wings are clipped. So farewell sweet till then. Exit. It's he: h'nath spied me; and his fears deject him. Sweet constancy, how I could blame the good Thy kindness means me, that hadst rather loose Thine own white purity, then stain my credit With spots time cannot wash out. Doubly happy Shall I be in enjoying her, and punishing A tr cherous friend. George, how long have you conversed with the Frock-trade? I thought the smock had been your chief delight. With stuffing for your bed. Me thinks they are very heavy. Have not you stolen mine Hosts great brass Pot she boiled old marrowbones in, for the fat to make her Cakes with when Butter is scarce? Porter you shall carry it along with me. Dost thou deride me? Nay then Porter up with it, or h re's a goud to force you, and let out some of your Goats blood. Friendship is canceled. Th'ast broke the league that knit over our outward love: For in consent of ill L we's never solid. Hadst not abused that love with foul intents: I would have thanked that pains, which she contrived On lie or m enjoy her. But that I think disgrace a punishment Worthy the gilded, this instant hour should give The wrongs thou didst intend a satisfaction. I must be bold sweet: mine are no Porters shoulders. A Coach waits not far off. Mischief, I must prevent them. And I as desperate. Up with it Porter. Whence that voice? pray Sir how came you hither? But how into this Trunk? Accursed credulity. Could not those doubts I shaped my jealousy, preserve my first, And noble resolution I Had I urged it With greater zeal, she must have forced her reason To understand m'intention without practice Of farther trial. Now she's lost for ever; Though I should with submission and repentance Beg reconciliation with her thoughts, (Whose purity cannot endure to mix With mine that were so foul) she would reject it. I'll back, and try. Lustful affections hence. My Loves new clothed in virtuous innocence. Exit. They will abuse me Into a madness. Farewell virtuous Maid, And bless his bed deserves thee. Here I banish All after-thoughts of Women; but admire The goodness makes them perfect; since such were Added to be men only comfort here. Exit. I know, to him my company is deer; And our intentions have the self same end Of mutual enjoying: now, with what dejection He does expect I should divide my self From you, may be conceived. He is my friend: yet I would gladly aid In any easy mischief, that might aim At his reclaiming. You are the Olympian, Sir. My breathes not yet recovered. By this time sir. your Wife hath converted my f iend to a civilleer dis position. Or and inferior neighbour be preferred for a come mon counsel man? Or if a gallant should deal with your wife in your absence for body covering, and give her Court pay meant. Here's more then City confidence. But shall we enter? Your Wife's come, sir. Wouldst have me Pandarize? The room's posse to. Your friends Will Changelove? They're welcome to my knowledge. Numbers addition will increase our mirth, And swell it to more height. Otherwise there had been danger. Me thinks your forehead's swollen sir. I wonder where my friend is. With what impudence Shall I apparel my prepared excuse, To make it pass? What mean so many people? I am returned to chide your cruel practice, That mocked my virtue into wicked frailty, And and abused belief. I am your convert; And come with more then sorrow, satisfaction. Let not the memory of my passed errors Pervert your thoughts into a worse opinion Of my reclaiming, then if ill intents Had never expressed themselves. Come forth George: now the Comedy is ended, away with the disguise. Why should false fears make such a bade construction? Prithee no more. My reward Shall Triple his. Be constant to my pleasure, I'l keep thee Like a wife; and serve thy will With full content.