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SEe the bold fellow; whither will you Sir? You must shut them (Madam) To all men else then, if it please your Honour, For it that any enter, he'll be one. Afore Heaven, not a Guard (ant please your Honour.) WHats the matter Wenches? I will presently. Exit. Arg. HEre's a Gentlewoman (ant Please your Honour) one of your Tenants Desires access to you. Arsace, she says Madam. The Bawd Madam? she strikes, that's without my privity. She had need Madam, she sits at a great Rend. What shall we do? I Must confess I was ignorant, what 'twas to court a Lady till now. To court her I perceive, is to woo her with letters from Court, for so this Spartan Lords Court discipline teaches. Well, for her vows, they are gone to heaven with her husband, they bind not upon earth: And as for Woe men's resolutions, I must tell you, The Planets, & (as Ptolo my says) the winds have a great stroke in them. Trust not my learning if her late strangeness, and exorbitant solitude, be not hatching some new Monster. I spoke of no husbands, but you Wenches have the pregnant wits, to turn Monsters into husbands, as you turn husbands into monsters. That is, of his wit. Oh Wenches, that's the property of true valour, to promise Like Pigmey, and perform Like a Giant. If he come, I'll be sworn I'll do my Ladies commandment upon him. WEll, by Hercules he comes not here. Slight the Ghost appears again. Well said Clinias, talk to him. By Jove, Clinias, me thinks, the Gentleman speaks very honourably. What place you please Sir. No bribes Sir, ant please your Worship. Sir, 'tis your love only that I respect, but since out of your love you please to bestow it upon me, It were want of Courtship in me to refuse it; I'll acquaint my Lady with your coming. Exit. Arg. The bold Gentleman, ant please your Honour. Ant please your Honour. Anser's Latin for a Goose, ant please your honour. Nothing, ant please your Honour, but that he said he would make his Lordship and answer. Not I by this light. A Hall, a hall: who's without there? Enter two or three with cushions. Come on, you're proper Grooms, are ye not? Slight I think you're all Bridegrooms, ye take your pleasures so. A company of dormice. Their Honours are upon come ming, and the room not ready. Rushes and seats in stantly. Perfume sirrah, the room's dampish. Cry mercy Sir, here's a whole Chorus of Sylvans at hand, cornetting, & tripping ath' toe, as the ground they troad on were too hight for their feet. The device is rare; and there's your young Nephew too, he hangs in the clouds Deified with Hymen's shape. Sir, believe it, he does it preciously for accent and Actium, as if he felt the partly he played: he ravishes all the young Wenches in the Palace: Pray Venus my young Lady Laodice have not some little prick of Cupid in her, she's so diligent at's rehearsalls. You mean your Nephew Sir that presents Hymen. At hand Sir, with your vnparagond sister, please you take your chair of Honour Sir? His horse may stumble if it please your Honour; The rain may wet, the wind may blow on him; Many shrewd hazards watch poor travellers. A hall, a hall: let no more Citizens in there. I can not show you precisely, ant please your Honour. Rotten they may be, but their wenches use to pepper them; and their Surgeons to perboile them; and that pre serves them from stinking, ant please your Honour. Ant please your Honour Pride ant be never so beggarly will look for a Coach. No ant please your Honour, I go before her. I ant please your Honour, but begotten ith' Court. I, ant please your Honour. Yes ant please your Honour.
Plot summary
Plot — The Widow's Tears
Renouncing Fortune and devoting himself instead to the goddess Confidence, Tharsalio intends to woo the widowed Countess Eudora. His wooing technique is grossly sexual, and he also quarrels with a rival, Rebus. Rebuffed and mocked by his family, he seeks out Arsace and bribes her to advise Eudora not to marry him, but when he returns to her and throws out Rebus, he is rejected a second time. Finally, however, she accepts him, and their wedding is marked by a masque. ===== PAGE 180 ===== Lysander is concerned about his wife Cynthia’s constancy, and plans to test it by faking his own death: with the help of Lycus he undertakes a journey and sends back a report that he has been murdered by mountain bandits. His body is interred in the family monument; Cynthia and her waiting-woman go to live in the tomb in order to be near him. Lysander returns incognito, disguised as a soldier assigned as the sentinel of the cemetery. He successfully seduces Cynthia, but she insists that their liaison be conducted privately to avoid compromising her reputation. Tharsalio sees them kissing inside the tomb and takes revenge on the ‘sentinel’ by stealing one of the crucified bodies he is supposed to be watching. When this is discovered, Cynthia suggests disinterring Lysander’s body and substituting it for the stolen one. Lysander goes to fetch a crowbar, removes his disguise, and meets Tharsalio, who deduces what is happening and informs Cynthia. She is thus able to pretend that she knew who the ‘sentinel’ was all along. Lycus is arrested for Lysander’s murder, and the tomb is opened to test whether his presence will make the corpse’s wounds bleed; but the coffin proves to be empty, and the ‘sentinel’ is found hiding in the tomb. Both men are sent for trial by the Governor, recently appointed with a hard-line law-and-order policy. Eudora intervenes to explain the truth, and Lycus is released; after Tharsalio replaces the stolen body, so is Lysander. Tharsalio allows him to believe that Cynthia was never tempted to infidelity.