BASSIOLO

Stand by there, make place. Sblood, you put not in those words together, do you? What is betwixt I pray? Ass the? betwixt foolish, and Usher, Gods my life, oolish Ass the Usher? I am not so foolish as the Usher would make me: Oh so foolish as the Usher would make me? Wherein would I make you foolish? Disgraceful words; I protest I speak not To disgrace her, but to grace my self. Nay, you're ith right for that; but read I pray if there be not more choice words in that letter, than in any thr e of G e uaras golden epistles, I am a very ass. How think you ? Is is no matter, I can set it together again. My Lord, with much entreaty heeres my Lady. Nay Madam, look not back: why Vince I say? To her for shame. He missed alittle: he said her back partly was sweet, when He should have said fair; but see, she laughs most fitly, To bring in the tother: Vince, to her again, she laughs. Sweet Mistress, of mere grace embolden now The kind young Prince here, it is only love Upon my protestation, that thus daunts His most Heroic spirit: so a while I'll leave you close together; Vince, I say— Swounds what a spite is this, I will resolve Endure the worst; 'tis but my foolish fear, The plot will be discovered: Oh the gods! 'Tis the best sport to play with these young dams; I have dissembled, Mistress, all this while Have I not made you in a pretty taking? Now st I exercise my timorous lovers, Like fresh armed soldiers, with some false alarms, To ma e them yare and wary of their foe The boisterous bearded Duke: I'll rush upon them With a most hideous cry, the Duke, the Duke, the Duke. Would, would, would, woe ho, come again I say, The Duke's not come i'faith. Sblood, the Duke and all come now in earnest; The Duke, by heaven, the Duke. At large my lord instructed. Amply capacious: I am passing glad. And now then to our mirth and musical show, Which after supper we intend t'indure, Welcomes chief dainties: for choice cates at home, Ever attend on Princes; mirth abroad, Are all parts perfect. Nay, he will be perfection it self, For wording well, and dexterous Actium too. Oh no my Lord, he dreams of nothing else, And gives it out in wagers, he'll excel; And see, (I told your Lo:) he is come. Rare I protest my Lord. My Lords, and Madame, the Dukes grace intreats you T'attend his new-made Duchess for this night, Into his presence. Come strew this room afresh; spread here this car pet, Nay quickly man, I pray thee; this way fool, Lay me it smooth, and Even; look if he will; This way a little more: a little there. Hast thou no forecast? lood me thinks a man Should not of mere necessity be and Ass. Look how he strews here too: Come sir Giles Goosecap, I must do all my self, lay me um thus: In fine smooth threaves, look you sir, thus in threaves. Perhaps some tender Lady will squat here, And if some standing Rush should chance to prick her, Shee'd squeak & spoil the songs that must be sung. No my good Lord, no let. Ever to you my Lord, What means your Lordship? A slender presentation of some music And some thing else my Lord. Yes, if your Lordship please. Or else my Lord Our business would be but badly done. For my Lords daughter, Whom the duke makes to represent his duchess. Nay, see if thou canst lay um thus in threaves. I my Lord in threaves. Oh my Lord this is nothing. Faith sir alittle. A courteous prince believe it; I am sorry I was no bolder with him; what a phrase He used at parting I commend me tee Be h ate i'faith; Why sir; this I take it Is the precedent partly; I, so it is. Passing well. I pray thee Fungus let master Pogio wear it. Fungus y'ad best be ruled. Well said, master Pogio; my Lord shall know it. Y'aue had a very good deliueran e, Lady: How I did take her at her labour there, I use to gird these Ladies so sometime. 1 I pray my Lord, must not I wear this hair? What stir is with these boys here, God forgive me, If t'were not for the credit on't, I'de see Your apish trash a re, ere I'de endure this. 1 But pray good master Usher. Hence you Brats, You stand upon your Tyre; but for your Actium Which you must use in singing of your songs, Exceeding dexterously and full of life, I hope yowl then stand Like a sort of blocks, Without endue motion of your hands, and heads, And wresting your whole bodies to your words, Look too't, you're best; and in; Go; All go in: All well my Lord. Found Music. Found Consort; warn the Pedant to be ready. Bring lights, make place. Now I come my Lord. Did it in deed my Lord? The most fit simile that ever was. I good my Lord. Drawn from the turnspit. I cannot tell my Lord, yet I should know if any such there were. He haz been my good Lord, for I canspend Some fifteen hundred crowns in lands a year, Which I have got since I served him first. It is so much as makes me li e my Lord, Like a poor Gentleman. No good my Lord, I can by no means erite the free bounties You have bestowed beside. TO a most kingly I dgement in your lordship, Oh, ti and honour in a Nobleman. Oh fie upon um; by that light my lord, I am but servant to a Nobl man, But if I would not sko ne such puppet lords, Would I wear breathless. Oh good my Lord. Well, well my Lord, would there were more such P in ces. Why how are you my lord? Oh t'were their shames. My lord, I thank you, I am offew words too. I perceive your Lordship. Is it not my Lord? Why 'tis but your endue. I shall be quickly bold enough my Lord. Nay pray say not so. What should I call you? Why then my sweet Vince. Why then sweet Vince. And so am I, I swear since yesterday. Who I? alas. Who, my mistress? I faith sweet Vince, since she was three year old. Who doubts of that? Why Vince, thou wouldst not have her? Nay but I pray thee tell me. Not I by heaven. No by that candle. Oh yes, no doubt on't. You Silly man you, she cannot abide him. But I do note you are in some things simple, And wrong your self too much. But who saw e er summer mixed with winter? There must be equal years where firm love is. Could we two love so well so suddenly Were we not some thing equaller in years. Than he and she are? I, if I would sir? Would you not so sir? By heaven a little thing would make me box you, Which if you would convey? why not I pray? Which (friend) thou shalt convey. Well friend, and I will then. The best I swear that my poor tongue can forge. Well, we will do our best: And faith my Vince, She shall have and unwieldy and dull soul, If she be nothing moved with my poor tongue, Call it no better; Be it what it will. And answer man? Sbloud make no doubt of that. How I endear him to me! Come Vince, rise, Next time I see her, I will give her this: Which when she sees, sheele think it wondrous strange Love should go by descent, and make the son Follow the father in his amorous steps. Well Vince, I swear thou shalt both see and kiss her. Even by our friendship. While the e be bees in Hybla, or white swan's In bright Meander; while the banks of Po Shall bear brave lilies; or Italian dams Be called the Bone robes of the world. It is enough, but lets embrace with all. So, now farewell swe to Vince. I had forgotten the parting phrase he taught me, I commend me t'ee sir. I will my Lord. So mistress, this is fit. Why so? I have most fortunate news for you. Merit and Fortune, for you both agree; Merit what you have, and have what you merit. I needs not; for the plain contents they bear Uttered in any words, deserve their welcome, And yet I hope the words will serve the turn. Why not? From one that will not shame it with his name And that is Lord Vincentio. Mad Madam, why? Why, why good Mistress, are you hurt in that? Your answer may be what you will your self. Nay, you must answer it. Thats nothing, dame, all friends were strange S first. Your brain is shallow, come, receive this letter The duke? a proper match: a graven old gentman: Haz be rd at will; and would, in my conceit, M ke a most ex ellent pattern, for a potter To have his pictu e stamped on a Jug. To keep ale- nights in memory of sobriety. Here gentl m dam, take it. Common? why when received you one before? On my direction? Well mistress, if you will take my advice At a y time, then take this letter now. It showed his judgement, that he would not speak Knowing with what a strict and jealous eye He should be noted; hold, if you love yourself; Now will you take this letter? pray be ruled. Lo worser of heaven, What, did it but ne your hands? hold, hold, I pray, And let the words within it fire your heart. The duke? I have fretted her, Fuen to the liver, and had much ado To ache her take it, but I knew was sure; For he that cannot turn and w nde a woman Like silk about his finger, is no man, I'll make her answer't too. Lady you err in my reward a little, Which must be a kind answer to this letter. Well, you shall answer; I'll fetch pen and paper. Here Mistress, write. And answer to this letter. Lady, content, I'll be your Secretory. Is here no great worth of your answer say you? Believe it, 'tis exceedingly well writ. No, not a whi : Pray hold your peace a little. Swoons, yowl not extort it from a man, How do you Like the word Endear? Nay, then I see your judgement: what say you to con dole? Oh brave I should make a sweet answer, if I should use no words but of your admittance. Is model a good word with you? So I will I warrant you. I hope yowl take no exceptions to believe it. So, so, so, your exceptions sort very collaterally. I thought she would Like the very worst of them all, how think you? do not I write, and hear, and talk too now? That you shall see straight. Oh yes, do you not see how I write it? I can not write when any body is by me, I. Nay, if I can not tell what belongs to the length of a Ladies device i'faith. If I cannot fit you? Well, now I have done, & now I will read I ; your Lord ships motive acco ̄ modating my thoughts, with the very model of my hearts mature consideration: it shall not be out of my Element to negotiate with you in this amorous duello; where in I will condole with you, that our project cannot be foe col laterally made, as our endeared hearts may very well seem to insinuate. Fie upon this? he's accursed that haz to do with these unsound women, of judgement: if this be not good i'faith. Thats another matter A Gods name Lady: and yet I will not lose this I warrant you; I know for what Lady this will serve as fit; now we shall have a sweet piece of indictment. F, oo, l, I. sh she will presume endite that cannotspel: Oh, is't so? you may say so indeed. With all my heart ady, what shall I write now? So mere a stranger! Love works strangely. Speak for love. May speak for himself. Discourage y body. And so fare well. Is this all? A proper Letter if you mark it. Well Lady, this I will carry instantly, I commend me tee Lady. This is her letter sir, you now shall see How Silly a thing 'tis in respect of mine, And what a simple woman she haz proved, To refuse mine for hers; I pray look here. Oh sir, she cried fie upon . Nay, thats most certain. No good Vince, 'tis not worth it. Indeed there were some words belonged to that. In any thing. Love me? why yes; I think does not hate me. No I protest. her, thats nothing. Not I, I swear. Nay be my troth, she haz, I must confess, Used me with good respect, and nobly still, But for such matters. Was by that light that shines, And I'll go fetch her to you to confirm it. But when she comes, in any case be bold, And come upon her with some pleasing thing, To show you're pleased: how ever she behaves , As for example; if she turn her back, Use you that Actium you would do before, And court her thus; Lady, your back partly is as fair to me, as is your before partly. I, for if you love One partly above another, 'tis a sign You Like not all alike, and the worst partly About your Mistress, you must think as fair, As sweet, and dainty, as the very best, So much, for so much, and considering too, Each several limb and member in his kind. True, will you think of this? But if she chance to laugh, You must not loose your countenance, but devise Some speech to show you pleased, even being laughed at. Gods precious man! do something of your self? But I'll devise a speech. Or no matter, be but bold enough, And laugh when she laughs, and it is enough: I'll fetch her to you. Or hark you sir, if she should steal a laughter Under her fan, thus you may say, sweet Lady, If you will laugh and lie down, I am pleased. Slid man I'll hit your very thoughts in these things. Be bold then Vince, and press her to it hard, A shamefaced man, is of all women barred. I'll see in what plighted my poor lover stands, Gods me a beckons me to have me gone, It seems he's entered into some good vain: I'll hence, love cureth when he vents his pain. Mistress, away, Pogio runs up and down, Calling for Lord Vin ; come away, For hitherward he bends his clamorous haste. Swoons. Oh me, accursed! I, my good Lord; Gods pity, what and errant Ass was I, To entertain the Princes crafty friendship? Slood, I half suspect, the villain gulled me; Nay Lady it is true, And you must frame your ancie to the Duke, For I protest I will not be corrupted, For all the friends and Fortune's in the world, To gull my Lord that trusts me. No Lady, not a whit, Slood, and you think to make and Ass of me, May chance to rise betimes; I know't, I know. I care not; I'll not hazard my estate, For any Prince on earth: and I'll disclose The complot to your father, if you yield not To his obedience. I rail at him? Sh'as a plaguy memory. Why and I will go. W ll, now I am resolved. Well Lady, if you will assure me he re, You will refrain to meet with the young Prince, I will say nothing. Then be content I pray, and leave me out, And meet hereafter as you can your selves. Come, meet me boldly, come, And let them come from hunting when they dare. Spirit? what a plague, Shall a man fear Capriches? you forsooth Must have your love come t'ee, and when he comes, Then you grow shamefaced, and he must not touch you: But fie, my Father comes, and foe, my Aunt, Oh a hearing, is't not think you? Nay, you are even as wise a wooer too, If she turn from you you even let her turn, And say; you do not love to force a Lady. T'is too much rudeness; gosh hat, what's a Lady? Must she not be touched? what. is she copper think you? And will not bide the touch stone? kiss her Vince, And thou dost love me, kiss her. How shay by that; now by that candle there, Were I as Vince is, I would handle you In ruftie tufty wise, in your right kind. So to her Vince, I give thee leave my lad, Sweet were the words my mistress spoke, when tears fell from He lies down her eyes. by them. Thus, as the Lion lies before his den, Guarding his whelps, and streaks his careless limbs, And when the Panther, Fox, or Wolf comes near He never deigns to rise, to fright them h nce, But only puts forth one of his stern paws, And his deer wh lps safe, as in a hutch, So I pr sent his person, and keep mine. Fox S, go by I put my terror forth, Cant, Let all the world what they can, Her bargain best she makes, That hath the wit to choose a man, To pay for that he takes. Belle Piu. &c. iterum cant. Dispatch sweet whelps the bug, the Duke comes strait: Oh 'tis a gram e old lo er that same Duke, And chooses Minions rarely, if you mark him. The noble Medice, that man, that Bobbadilla That foolish kn we, that hose and worser blet inckard. But that to sweet Creature my good Lords sister, Madam Cortezza, she, the noblest Dame That ever any vein of honour bled; There were a wise now, for my Lord the Du e Had he the grace to choose her, but in eede, To spe ke her true praise , I must use some S udy. Were not her head sometime a li tle light, And so unapt for mat er of much weight, She were the fittest, a worser the wort est Dame To leap a window, and to break her neck, That ever was. Well, now my hearts be wary, for by this, I fear the Duke is coming; I'll go watch, And give you warning: I commend me ee. Gods p etious, By these ten bones, and by this hat and heart, The Duke and all comes, see, we are cast away. Woe to that wicked Prince that ere I saw him. Sir, I did all thing for the best, I swear, And you must think I would not have been guled, I know what's fit sir; as I hope you know now: Sweet Vince, how fa 'st thou, be of honoured cheer. Oh my Lo worser, Ahlas You know not what haz passed betwixt us two; Here in thy bosom I will e sweet Vince, And die if thou die, I protest by heaven. Even man and wife. Well, you shall see I will not be far short, Although (indeed) I cannot write so well When one is by, as when I am alone. Well, you shall see. Desire it. Speed I conf sse. Pardon deer Dame, I'll make amends i'faith, Think you that I'll play false with my deer Vince I swore sooner Hybla should want bees, And Italy bon robes, then I; faith And so they shall. Come, you sh ll meet, and double meet, in spite Oh all your foes, and Worser kes that dare maintain them, A plague of a l old doters, I disd aine them: Oh sir, to make you look about the more; Nay, we must teach you more of this I tell the : What, can you be too safe sir? what I say, Must you be pampered in your vanities? Ah, I do domineer and rule the rost.