INFORTUNIO

I must have other answer, for I must love you. Oh do not mock Selina, let not excellence Which you are full of, make you proud and scornful, I am a Gentleman, though my outward partly Cannot attract affection, yet some have told me, Nature hath made me what she needs not shame, Yet look into my heart, there you shall see What you cannot despise, for there you are With all your graces waiting on you, there Love hath made you a Throne to fit, and rule Over , all my thoughts obeying And honouring you as Queen, pass by my outside: My br st I dare compare with any man. O it's and easy work, for though it be Not to be pierced by the dull who beam Is spent on outward shapes, that r is a way To make a search into hiddenst passage. I know you would not love to please your sense: A Tree that bears a ragged unleaved top In depth of Winter, may when Summer comes Speak by his fruit, he is not dead but youthful, Though once he showed no sap: my heart's a plant Kept down by colder thoughts, and doubtful fears, Your frowns Like Winter storms make it seem dead, But yet it is not so, make it but yours, And you shall see it spring, and shoot forth leaves Worthy your eye, and the oppressed sap Ascend to every partly to make it green, And pay your love with fruit when Harvest comes. If my affection be suspected, make Experience of my loyalty, by some service Though full of danger, you shall know me better, And so discern the truth of what you see not. Mistake me not, Silena, for I say My heart is cold, not love. O you are nimble to mistake, My heart is cold in your displeasures only, And yet my love is fervent, for your eye Casting out beams, maintains the flame it burns in. Again, sweet Love, My heart is not mine own, it's yours, you have it, And while it naked lies, not dained your bosom To keep it warm, how can it be but cold, In danger to be frozen? blame not it, You only are in fault it hath no heat. O stay, and think a while, I cannot relish You should say final, sweet, deliberate, It does concern all the estate I have, I mean not dunghill treasure, but my life Does stand or fallen to it, if your answer be That you can love me, be it swift as lightning, But if you mean to kill me, and reject My so long loue-deuotions, which I have paid As to and Altar, stay a little longer, And let me count the riches I shall loose By one poor aery word, first give me back That partly of Infortunio that is lost Within your love, play not the Tyrant with me. Sir, had not nature made you brother to her, I should be angry. How now, whither so fast, man? thou mayest get to hell by night, and thou goest but and Alderman's pace. Cry you mercy, your name is Master lenkin. Godboy, sir. I will not be used so. Can she love Rufaldo? it's impossible. His body has more diseases then and Hospital, and hunger-starved Rascal. A very puff, a weak Canniball. But it's her fault, aloue impudent woman. O, may you Like Narcissus perish by Your face, the fallen of others, or unpitied Of heaven and earth, die loathsome! I could curse. Pardon divinest sex, passion do force My reason from me, I do submit, Crave pardon, as your creature. O, Selina! Thou art too much and Adamant To draw my soul unto thee, either be Softer, or less attractive: but Rufaldo, It's depth of witchcraft, o, I could be mad, Beyond all patience mad, it is some malice Hath laid this poison on her. What, at Barleibreak? which couple are in hell? are not you Hellen, whose insatiate lust ruined fair Illium? and you sir Paris with a golden nose? hark you, Rufaldo is married to Selina. How, your father? look, he has cloven feet, I am glad I have found you, what are you in hell for? Heigh, how came you all thus damned? How, art thou Hercules? Lie there, usurper of Alcides name, Bold Centaur: so he's dead, by this I prove I am Jove born. Now, on with your relations, and tell me all the stories of your Fortune's. It's I am Hercules, sent to free you all. What are you damned for? In this Club behold All your releasements. What are you? How, a Usurer? why didst not Corrupt the Devil to fetch thy soul away? Heel take a bribe for lending money gratis. O golden thanks I well, go to, I'll release you, Upon condition you shall built and Hospital, And die a beggar. What are you? How came you damned? could not you watch the Devil? Your wife had given you Opium over night. Well, you shall be prentice to and Alcumist, and watch his Stills night, by night, not sleep till he get the Philosophers-stone. What are you? What are you damned for? Alas, poor wench, upon condition you will be wise hereafter, and not refuse Gentlemens proffers, learn pride every day, and painting, bestow a courtesy now and then upon the Apparitor to keep counsel, I release you, take your Apes, and Monkeys away with you, and bestow them on Gentlewomen, and Ladies, that want plai-fel lowes. What are you? O, miracle! and honest man! thou shalt be Churchwarden to a Parish, draw the , and keep the poor men's box for seven years together, it's pity, but thou the ldest have fifty writer, to propagate honest generation. What are you? And who drew your hither? what are you damned for? It's injustice, you shall bury your husband quick lie, wear some blacks a while for fashion sake, & within a month be married to his Clarke, unless you will be divi dead among the Servingmen. What are you? Came you in't by purchase? then you do not claim it by yours father's interest as and heir: well, I will ease you of the estate, because it is litigious, and you shall make presently a bargain and sale of it to a Scrivener, that shall buy it of you, and pay you both his ears down up on the nail for it. What are you? And couldst not thou outride the Devil? There was some colour for't: well, since your oc cupation is foundered, you shall trot every day afoot, and walk a knave in the Horse-fair. What are you? You will tell me what you are damned for? O, let me embrace thee, worthy in my arms, I'll charm the Destinies for their bold attempt, for cutting off thy thread, thou shalt cut their throats, and be in stald Lord in Elisium, O, let me hug thee, Owen Glandower. Go your ways all: stay, take hence Prometheus and bury him, if you come into hell again, there's no re leasement. So, so, poor souls, how glad they are of liberty. This is a hight house, I do scorch and broil: I'll seek the Elisian fields out, and die there. A prey, a prey! Where did you get that face? That goddess face? it was Selina's once: How came you by it? did she on her deathbed Bequeathe her beauty as a legacy, Not willing it should die, but live and be A lasting death to Infortunio? O she was cruel, not to bury it with her! But I am a fool, it's Venus and her Son, Where be your Bow and Arrows, little Cupid? Didst thou maliciously spend all thy Quiver Upon my heart, and not reserve one shaft To make Selina love me? Tell me, Venus, Why did you use me so? you shall no more Be Queen of Love. Stay, stay, Cupid was blind, How comes he now to see? yes, he did see, He never could have wounded me so right else. Why then let Fortune have her eyes again, And all things see how wretched I am made. I do not know this place, nor who you are, Nor know I yet my self. That name I once did answer to, but then I was not banished to a wilderness, Nor slept on such a bed. O, if I be He, whom you call Infortunio. Tell me how I came hither, dost thou weep? I prithee tell me, boy, why do those tears Drown thy fair cheeks? but that they will not show Manly in me, I'de force my eyes to weep too, And we would fit upon a bank, and play Drop-teare, till one were bankrout. You amaze me: I ask how I came hither? answer me With other language, if you do not mean I came by water, which you might express too In words as well, nay, better, for you now Are cruel to your selves, and murder me: Tell me, or I shall be mad. Would distraction? now you increase my wonder: Was I mad, or do not you by answering, Study to make me so? why should I be mad, Or being so, how came I well again? For if I dream not, I am well and calm. Did you, fair Shepherdess restore me then, And by your art recover nature's lose? All my well-beings your's: but yet if you Could so Physicion-like cure the disease Which is but the effect of some distemper, You then should know the cause: for else you are Uncertain in your applications. Pray tell me then, why was I mad? With whom, I pray? Would, Selina? in what a depth of black forgetfulness Is Infortunio fallen into? Selina, Could I forget Selina? o Shepherdess, I was not mad till now: for can I be My self, and forget her? o, in this question I am undone: for I do hold my self And all my understanding by her name, I am a beggar, she hath purchased all, Nor am I master of one thought of comfort I borrow not from her: what curse was fallen Upon my memory, to forget Selina? It is not in her power to deserve, boy, For she is now beholding for her self Unto another. O, this tears my soul, You did not well to release me of my furies, And make me sensible again of that Was my first corrosive, it was unfriendly: O, it a happiness to be mad, stark mad, For she being lost, what have I else to loose? I was all hers, I gave my self away: And deeds of gift should hold. It is true, I am a very fool in doing so, And will you be a Mistress then, and teach me How to forget my self? what sayest boy? Shall I be Shepherd too? I will live here And have thy company, thou art Like my Love, Shall we Shepherdess? Come let's fit down awhile, nature hath spread Her Carpets for us here, this is the lowest, And yet it's higher then a Palace: pray Teach me your Shepherds life, now I do long To be a woodman too, and you shall do A double cure upon me. Heres innocence of all sides, who would live Out of this Commonwealth, where honest Swains Are Lords and subjects? Here is no acquaintance With craft and falsehood, all their souls are clad In true simplicity: I will take a truce With care a while, to talk with this poor wench. Mopsa I herd you named, pray tell me, Were you in love? With whom, forsooth? Alas, alas, has forsaken thee? How now, Palmistry? believe him not. Beshrew me he has cunning. Do not undo, sweet boy, the benefit Thou hast already done me, thou dost utter impossibilities. It is Selina. O, I am rend in pieces With joy and wonder. Your hand, fairest. Whither running, Gorgon? Let me but see the directions. To my beloved friend Master Rufaldo: it's a lie, she was mistaken, it was I should owe this appellation, I'll not believe the superscription, it's a painted face, I'de see the heart on't. If you love me, and wish me constant, be your own friend, and let our marriage day begin with the next mor ning: thine, mine. O Selina, she's mad. All woman kind is mad; and I am mad: whom shall I rend in pieces for my wrongs, and as with Atomes fill this poisoned air, Rufaldo? Stay, is not she a creature rational? o no, there is no spark of nature in her, all is sunk, lost for ever: stay, stay, see. This is Medias brother torn in pieces, And this the way where she with Jason flies, Tom Colchos, come not near they, see, look, That's and arm rend off. And the hand beckons us To cry out murder. That's a leg o'th boy. There, there it's, head and yellow curled locks, His eyes are full of tears, now they do stare, To see where all his other members lie. But she and Jason are both slipped, and Argos is Sailing home to Greece, see how the waves Do toss the Vessel, and the winds conspire To dash it against a Rock, it rides upon A watery mountain, and is hid in clouds, It cannot stay there, now, now, it tumbles, Three fatham beneath Hell, let they go, Here comes the Father of Medea now, Calling in vain unto the gods, and spies His Sons limbs thrown about, in stead of flowers, To his Daughters nuptials he does take they up, He knows the face, and now he tears his hair, And raves, and cries Medea, poor old man, Command a funeral pile for thy young Child, And lay the pretty limbs on, from whose ashes Shalt have another Son i'th shape of Phoenix. Shall I? excellent! Prepare a fire All of sweet wood for my sweet boy, a fire, a fire. Would, do you know Selina? she's married to Rufaldo, the old Usurer, that went to bed afore to his money, and begat forty ith' hundred: now he beds Selina, And lays his rude hand over her sacred breast, Embraceth her fair body, now he dares Kiss her, and suck Ambrosia from her lip. Those eyes that grace the day, now shine on him, He her Endymion, she his silver Moon, The tongue that's able to rock Heaven asleep, And make the music of the Spheres stand still, To listen to the happier airs it makes, And mend their tunes by it: that voice is now Devoted to his ears, those cheeks, those hands, Would make gods proud to touch, are by his touch Profaned very hour: o, this makes me mad, But I will fit they for it, for I'll die, It may be then she'll weep, and let fallen tears Upon my gravestone, which shall be of marble, And hard Like her, that if she pour out floods, No drops shall sink thorough it to soften me, I will be wrapped in Led to keep out prayers, For then I know, shee'le beg I would be friends: But then I will be joust, and hate her love, As she did mine, and laugh to see her grieve. Will you then? I will live, & you shall be my best boy. Come, I scorn to weep, or shed another tear: Fit down, I'll have a Garland for my Boy, Of Phoenix feathers: Flowers are too mean To fit upon thy temples; in thy face Are many Gardens, Spring had never such: The Roses and the Lilies of thy cheeks Are slips of Paradise, not to be gathered, But wondered at. I remember, before I loved, but that I know not when I slept soundly, and dreamed of gathering Nosegays. It's unlucky to dream of herbs and flowers. Yes, and we will pick a dish of Strawberries. It cannot be she: troth boy, thy conceit took me at first with much credulity: but here's our nature's weak ness, apt to credit what we affect: were there not too much against it, thou mightest deceive me: o no, Infortunio is given up, lost to all felicity. What, has he God thee with child? Fie vpon't, no less then three Bastards. Nay, nay, Gentlemen, let's all toget We'll drown all discontents this day with Let's take up all our Fates then, and proclaim This new Festivals in Hymen's name. Prithee do, I am very drowsy: come, I'll dream of some thing, my eyes are going to bed, and leaden sleep does draw the curtains over them.