DAMETAS

Madam Pamela, o are you there, 'tis well I me out of breath, let me walk my self a little Tire me, I am no woman, keep your tires to your self Nor am I Pericles prince of Tyre. Am I the subject of your talk? But I give you leave to use your tongue, you're a woman, Dorus what make you ideling here? is the field dunged as I gave Directions, and the Calf with the white face brought home to execution? I, governor becomes you, I Like it well when you carry and M under your girdle, our govern, he will do pretty well in time, when I have taught him the manners of the Cart, he begins whistle in tune already, and can curry favour with the horses, but now I remember my self I forgotten what I came hither for, o dee hear 'tis the king your father's pleasure and mine, that you make haste to the lodge. There will be gambols to please my Lady Salamandor. I care not what you say, but if you mean to hear the Dances and see the fine songs you must make haste; Dorus you shall have leave to shake your heals, look you be mannerly, and show a clean calf, Mopsa whats that you would God there? 'Tis a Codds head is't not, much came how you by this Would all my acres were sown with such, umh doors he throw his stones at thee already, well set forward, if thou diest before me Dorus I'll make some body mine heir; if I out live thee, I wonot say what legacy I mean to bestow upon he, Continue thy duty Dorus and follow me with a re verence. Cupid is blind some say but there are lies Abroad, for Cupid never wanted eyes He is a Deity with bow and arrow And he can pirce with it the very marrow And never hurt the bones, is't not a wonder. That flaming Ice should cut men heart in sunder, Behold the Dandiprat that liv'dat Court. But is come hither to make country sport A woody God; but yet a very Coult Among the maids who feel his furious boult. Now Cupid speak thy self or while they play Sing if you please I ha'not more to say. Cupid. Tell me tidings of my mother. Shepherds, and be Cupid's brother Down from heaven we came together With swans speed came she not hither? But what Lady have I spied. Just so was my mother eyed Such her smiles wherein I dwelled In those lips have I been felt Those the pillows of her breast Which gave Cupid so much rest. It's she it's she make holiday Shepherds Carol Dance and play It's Venus it can be no other Cupid now has found his mother Trot, amble or gallop I'll run in your hand Lady. Where is this rascal Dorus Umh, what's that? Would gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it Dorus, honest Dorus, put on thy hat, where where, hadst it He was banished Arcadia Infinite rich, so rich What treasure, where i'st honest Dorus tell me My son Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her With thy mole spade, what then Nay good honest Dorus proceed. But where is this place good Dorus? thou hast no more About thee Did it found Where, where, thou mayest tell me thou knowest I Am secret Would very well As th'art honest Stay Dorus stay, let me see As I intend to be your father Dorus And so in Mopsa's name make you my heir Of all my wealth, good Dorus I am yet Till things and things be done your Master Dorus Beside that ground is mine, the Oak is mine Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord Lord of the soil my Dorus, of the soil I am content to be a ground for you To built to Hope's on Dorus, but my ground No man shall dig or built on but my self On such as this, be there a mine Of Coin or uncoin mettle it is mine All may be yours another day my Dorus. In this thou showest it, keep all close, not a word Dorus, I take no leave be careful my good Dorus of my young Madam, it's a charge I turn over to thee, over look her well. Honest Dorus it's the last service I shall put thee to Now to the Oak my golden land mark Mattocks and shovels Spade and Pick-axes No no, a men own toil Sweeter the profit makes in his own soil. This is the tree, and here the earth is broken The certain sign left by my trusty Dorus The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee And kiss the hold from whence shall come my gold Which being done blithely to work I fallen My hand is in the moonshine, and up goes all What's this, a written parchment this may be the inven tory of all the treasure. Who hath his hire hath well his labour placed Earth thou didst seek, and store of earth thou hast Howe's this Who hath his hire hath well his labour placed Earth thou didst seek, and store of earth thou hast As sure as this is my own nose, I am stinkingly abused Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was Like my Daughter Mopsa It's her voice what makes she there, now the dread vengeance of my deer fatherly curse, light over wart thee thou aukeward helding Mopsa Will you not answer in the Devils name Mopsa I say, o are you come I'll unhood ye where Pamela Speak now and tell me What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy father if Pamela be gone She's stark staring mad, hast thou forgotten thy father, where is thy wit Thou shalt have thy bellifull of husbands Miso my spouse fallen mad too Thou wot not beat thy mother O who has gulled us all, deer Miso, tender Mopsa hear me, before I open my mouth, art not thou Miso, and thou my daughter Mopsa, o we are all undone we are all undone No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellows in the face again, I am mortal Dametas and I think thy fa there, I am sure I am by thy mother's side, where is Pamela all this while, whoes at home. She's gone, she's gone Cast off your wonder I am not such and ass, but I perceive We are gulled Fallen not at odds bout that, but go with me And help me to escape the gallow tree. There be more ways to the wood then one, she may be in her sisters Chamber, I may thank my acquaintance with the Buttery and a trap door for this passage; she has shut me out of doors of all: umh a sword I had rather it were Pamela naked, I durst undertake to handle her with less fear; umh Philoclea; it's she and this is-no—this is not Pamela, she was a woman, unless she be crept into breeches since I left her, no it's a man, here is no tarrying for me; and he were not soundly a sleep, my smell were enough to wake him;—treason treason Do set out your throat here; and let me alone to roar treason in the ears of my Lord Philonax —I should ha'beene the town crier O yes treason, Would, the Queen, Madam Pamela, is gone No matter for Pamela? I am glad of that Is his majesty a sleep O base viol, why here is more treason then we looked for, this is admirable, did he die against his will, or was he killed a natural death let us fit upon him You, your Majesty is very merry Yes for more then I am worth, but if you killed him your self, your majesty must pardon me for that, I have nothing to say to you but, treason treason; The King, would he could take it any way, good gentle man he's in a pitiful taking himself The truth is, he is sent of and errand to Erebus he's dead, and for my Lady Philoclea, whom I suspect And you make hast you may take her napping, there is a thing in the likeness of a man with her, whom very valiantly I disarmed, and brought away his naked weapon Did I and there had been twenty of they I would not have cared a rush though they had been as valiant as Hector, had I not treason a'my side so soon as I came in Never a word, my friend quoth to his sword Why he was fast a sleep my Lord, And never so much as dreamed of me Come my Master's be not afraid as long as I have a sword You shall go before, and follow my example ther's the King my Lord Here they are my Lord My charge, it's Pamela, my Lord Philonax it's Pamela Philon, Pamela and Philoclea And this was my man Dorus my Lord, a would have I found you sirrah, you sent me abroad to be a gold-finder. Umh, my charge speaks to the purpose. You shall have clean halters. Come away traitors. Who I, he does not mean me, my Lord these fellows. Away away Would I might never see my wife and children in my right wits, if I be a traitor that's enough my Lord, the'il carry me away too. How dee Madam, 'een as you see, as ill as this iron age can make a man They cannot use me worse then they have; for I am hanged in chains already, I have had three whippings into the bargain to, if they hold such a hand over me long, I shall never be able to sleep in a whole skin. Hand, I was so far from having any hand, that I had not so much as a finger in't, no your mother poisond him with a base viol. But Madam, I did not think you had been so dishonest, and you had meant to run away with any body I thought you would have told me so, but I see a woman and a wet eel have both slippery tails. Who I run? I was'never so good a foot man in my life, alas I was told by that rascal Dorus where a great deal of gold was buried, and I went simply with a resolution after I came home to built half a dozen Churches, but now I hear say there is a Gallows built to my hands, and I must hang ding dung Like a bell in the wooden steeple. Heaven convert him then, and though he live when I am dead he may be rotten as soon as I Sent me, the Devil; and I would thrived accordingly, would my wife had broke her neck when I took you together. Or my daughter, or you or any body to save the lose of my own sweet Madam speak a good word for me, and I'll— speak another for you, my evidence will be herd, and I care Not what I swear; it's not for the King he's dead, I look Every minute for a voice to call me to the Sessions. Heigh there'tis already, as ever you hope to be married while your maiden heads are sweet; save me from the Gall lowes, for if I be once hanged I shall never be my own man ag n. I will forgive thee Philonax for more malice then thou hast brought against my life, for being so honest to Pamela, Yes heaven and I preserved all. Not guilty my Lord, as I hope to be saved not guilty. I was made a gould-finder, I desire Justice for him and Mercy for my self. must I be hangman? o brave, heaven preserve your Lordship, I shall quickly learn the trade, and if ever any of your honours have occasion to use me, I will owe you a good turn, and in token I have been bound to you the knot of my dutiful affection, shall tella tale in your ear you shall thank me when you are hanged, come your ways, but I beseech your Lordship, I may be allowed a man some times I would be loath to hang or to behead my self, my wife or my own kindred, but if it happen there be more work then he can turn his hands to, I will not stick with him to hang my self, provide you malefactors and let me alone for halters. My Lord, Gentlemen, there's something stirs and groan Come back. How, would you a double meaning? What's that; and Owl, good Miss is Margery I am busy Art thou poor and wouldst thou be advanced by wealth to Dignity do not think it then unmeet to stoop with hands beneath thy feet It's not with hand over head to be found no oh thou must stoop though thou holdest up thy poop and grable for't in ground Would what's this, my hand is in the Honey pot I think, umh umh I do not Like the softness, I did groape for harder stuff, if this be gold it's liquid, and yet too thick to be potable as they say, it has a kind of wove me thinks if I have not lost a sense upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding Out with it good Dorus