ANTONIO

S Irra, this Welshman is in love with my sister Selina, and hath chosen me for his Prolocutor. Nay, nay, thou'lt fallen into passion again, when things are passed recovery, 'twas a good wench, but come, prithee leave to think on her. Any thing but talk of State matters: thou hast much intelligence in the world, prithee whats the news abroad? I come forth a purpose to hear some, and this is and age of novelties. Prithee what is't? I long to hear some. Call you that excellent news? The newes-maker? why, is there any newes-maker? Are they Soldiers? Why, thou art wise enough to be and Informer. O brave Trade. Now by all my Hope's you are to blame, sister, come, this Gentleman deserves your love, Infortunio. Why, I do remember I am your brother, I say you must love him. What, does that move your spirit? what are you, but you may love? be not petulant, you're a baggage and not worthy of a man, by heaven I now could kick her. Alas poor Gentleman, I do not feel my self in such and humour for Hilaria, and yet by this hand I love her well enough, and now I think on't, I promised her my company, she has a damnable usurious stinking wretch to her father, that cannot abide me, but it's no matter, this wench and I may find a place to meet in, in spite of his eyes and spectacles. How now Gorgon, what says she? Gasparo, and thou love me, show thy wit to enter taine this piece of black Dammaske and Velvet guards, while I go in to Hilaria. Be Buzzard now, the sting of conscience eat up his gut, fry his suet, and leave him at his death not able to weigh down a pound of candle. Fight with him, his clothes are too big for him, I'll beat him till he swell to they. And you lie there ath ground: why should not I knock his brains out with his own hilts, or stake him to the ground, Like a man that had hanged himself? Sirrah clothes, Rat of Nilus fiction, monster, golden Calf, o, I would kick thee till thou hast no more brains, then thy cousin Woodcock: I will not dishonour my self to kill thee, half a dozen kicks will be as good as a house of correction, out you Monkey. Hence. Has thy father left a multitude of men, to make choice of this piece of folly to be thy husband? o, the blindness of a covetous wretched father, that is led one lie by the ears, and in love with sounds! Nature had done well to have thrust him into the world without and eye, that Like a Mole is so affected to base earth, and there means to dig for Paradise: but come, Hilaria. Father's their children, and themselves abuse, That wealth a husband for their daughter choose. Not to day, sir, I have searched her Chamber, and almost turned it out ath' window, but no Selina. No more, I know where her clothes be: if it take, applaud my invention: I have cozened my own Father before now, and I will try new conclusions, but I must have thy assistance and secrecy: if my Sister have a conceit of mirth to put upon us, I may chance put her to prove her self Selina, or remove her with a Habeas corpus. Have I not done my partly, wench, with confidence to proceed thus far with thy father? either I am infinite lie Like my sister, or they are all mad with credulity: but our good father's are blinded with their passion, and that helps me much: well, I do but think upon the nights work, there lies my masterpiece, I have it, it's for thy sake Hillaria, I have assumed this habit, the end will speak it. Well enough, is supposed to go after Selina, and is not returned yet, out of my brotherly love, they will ima gine I have but taken a journey in quest of a sister, time e nough to return again, and he goes far, that never does wench by Story. Enter Bubulcus whetting his sword. Heres Bubulcus. How now? what means this? what! sword drawn? For heavens sake, whats the matter? He means to fight with some body on my life. He does mean to challenge somebody. What? Come, come, there is some other matter in't, pray tell me. What a Capon's this? pray let me persuade you. Is the fool mad? pray, sir, let him stay to night. It's time enough. Sir, by that love I must entreat you one thing. To ratify and ancient vow I made. I vowed when ever I married, my husband should not lie with me the first night. Not any man. It's but one night. Indeed you must. Some threescore and seventeen. I see then you would tire me, by this beard you must not lie with me to night. Yes, old Rufaldo. To make and ass of you. Thou credulous fool, Didst thou imagine I should ever love thee, Or lie with thee? but when I have a child Would shame the Father: O the power of dotage, That Like and inundation does overcome The little world of man, drown all his reason, And leave him spoiled, even of his common sense. Didst think I was a piece of stone sawn out By Carvers art, so cold, so out of soul, So empty of all fire to warm my blood, I'de lie with thee, worse then the frigid Zone, Or Isicles that hang on beard of winter? Have I with wearied patience looked to see, When thou'dst lay violent hands upon thy self; For being so mad, so impudent to love me, And wouldst thou bed me too? didst thou not tremble To dare the holy Rites and nuptial Tapers? O impious sacrilege! hence, go waste Thy self with sorrow, pine that half-starved body, Until thy bones break thy skin, and fallen To dust before thy face: nay, you shall endure me: For since y'aue tied me to you, I will be Thy constant Fury, worse then Hags or Nightmare, If thou dost talk of Love, or seek to be At reconcilement. Sweet? o villainous presumption! Save a disease, a labour, make and end of you, come sirrah, swear to observe what I shall impose upon you. First, you shall never solicit me to lie with you. Stand bore in my presence. Run of my arrands. And keep a whore under my nose, nay, I will allow it. Swear, sirrah. So, rise. In hope of your conformity, I forbear to let the punishment be equal with your deserts. Shall you appoint my lodging? Well, since you submit so respectively, I will ten der your credit in that point upon your good behaviour, are you not well? Would, would, Hillaria, my way to thee is free, I have Beatrice my passage, and I come to thee. pray forward with your relation. You are not come to fighting yet your self, but by the way, what were your weapons? It long ere you could remember it, me thinks. Not by that hand. It well thought upon, and what did you? O, by no means, but when did you fight? Your Rapier, did you not say your weapons were long swords? It very valiantly done. He hath confessed it, sir, your Daughter herd it, sir, I charge you lay hands upon that murderer, he hath slain my Brother Antonio. I will have Justice, away with him. We must require Antonio from you, sir, or your blood answer his. Away with him, Hillaria. Away, I say, out villain, hence, for I Do hear my brother's blood for justice cry. I have, Father, let not too much passion soil that temper Hath been observed in old Cornelio. Sir, on my life Antonio is not dead. Bubulcus, on my soul's a very coward, And durst as well attempt to take a prey Out of a Tigers jaws, as see a sword With patience bent against him. A my conscience I could beat him into a mouse hold. Look you, sir, it's clear. This: what's the matter? what makes this Shep herd here? He's gone, sir: did I not tell you, Antonio was not dead? but this is strange. Antonio among the Shepherds? if he be there, I am dressed I'faith: By any means, go sir. 'Twere pretty if Antonio be multiplied: here's tricks indeed, I am resolved to see what will the end of this confusion be. I make return out of these woods? I entered them but now. Upon my life you are mistaken quite in this, Master Jenkin. I deny not that, sir, but I know not why you have long neglected me, and I am now married to Rufaldo. Yes, in my conscience something is done. Troth, sir, I cannot dance. Would? Then I'll make restitution, what are you? The Devil you are! faith, deal honestly with me, and I'll be true to thee: who art? Would, sister then! And I am he. O happiness! Of that anon. Lives Infortunio? I am ravished with this wonder. Selina. And I am Antonio. No, sir, I ventured that, he knows me well, Hillaria and I were bed fellows, at his request. I am not behind hand. 'Twas none of my fault, I am sure.