THARSALIO

No; I have somewhat of the Brother in me; I dare say, your Wife is many times ready, and you not up. Save you sister; how, are you enamoured of my presence? how Like you my aspect? A firm proof, it's in grain, and so are not all complexions. A good Soldiers face Sister. I, and 'twould show well enough under a mask too. But is there no object in this suit to whet your tongue upon? Faith, it's the portion she bestows upon younger Brother's, valour, and good clothes: Marry, if you ask how we come by this new suit, I must take time to answer it: for as the Ballad says, in written Books I find it. Brother these are the blossoms of spirit: and I will have it said for my Father's honour, that some of his children were truly begotten. Shall I tell you brother that I know will rejoice you? my former suits have been all spenders, this shall be a speeder. IT had been well for me, if you had followed that counsel: You were too forward when you stepped into the world before me, and gulled me of the Land, that my spi rits and parts were indeed born too. Nay, 'tis a project of State: you may see the prepa ration; but the design lies hidden in the breasts of the wise. Not unless you'll promise me to laugh at it, for without your applause, I'll none. Know you (as who knows not) the exquisite La die of the Palace? The late Governors admired Widow? The rich and haughty Countess Eudora? Were not she a Jewel worth the wearing, if a man knew how to win her? Brother, there is a certain Goddess called Confi dence, that carries a main stroke in honourable prefer ments. Fortune waits upon her; Cupid is at her beck; she sends them both of errands. This Deity does promise me much assistance in this business. If she do, let them shoot their bolts and spare not: I have a little Bird in a Cage here that sings me better comfort. What should be the bar? you'll say, I was Page to the Count her husband. What of that? I have there by one foot in her favour already; She has taken note of my spirit, and suruaid my good parts, and the picture of them lives in her eye: which sleep, I know, can not close, till she have embraced the substance. Why should I despair, but that Cupid hath one dart in store for her great Ladyship, as well as for any other huge Lady, whom she hath made stoop Gallant, to kiss their worthy followers. In a word, I am assured of my speed. Such fair attempts led by a brave resolve, are e uermore seconded by Fortune. Tush sister, suppose you should protest with so lemne oath (as perhaps you have done, if ever Heaven hears your prayers, that you may live to see my Brother nobly interred) to feed only upon fish, and not endure the touch of flesh, during the wretched Lent of your mi serable life; would you believe it Brother? Indeed, you had better believe it then try it: but pray Sister tell me, you are a woman: do not you wives nod your heads, and smile one upon and other when ye meet abroad? As who should say, are not we mad Wenches, that can led our blind husbands thus by the noses? do you not brag amongst your selves how grossly you abuse their ho nest credulities? how they adore you for Saints: and you believe it? while you adhorne their temples, and they be leave it not? how you vow Widowhood in their life time, and they believe you, when even in the sighed of their breathless corpse, ere they be fully cold, you join embraces with his Groom, or his Physician, and perhaps his poiso ner; or at least by the next Moon (if you can expect so long) solemnly plighted new Hymineall bonds, with a wild, confident, untamed Ruffine? And make him the top of his house, and sovereign Lord of the Palace, as for example. Look you Brother, this glass is mine. While I am with it, it takes impression from my face; but can I make it so mine, that it shall be of no use to any other? will it not do his office to you or you: and as well to my Groom as to my self? Brother, Monopo lies are cried down. Is it not madness for me to believe, when I have conquered that Fort of chastity the great Countess; that if another man of my making, and mettle, shall assault her: her eyes and ears should loose their fun ction, her other parts their use, as if Nature had made her all in vain, unless I only had stumbled into her quar ters. No sister, it hath refined my senses, and made me see with clear eyes, and to judge of objects, as they truly are, not as they seem, and through their mask to di discern the true face of things. It tells me how short lived Widow's tears are, that their weeping is in truth but laughing under a Mask, that they mourn in their Gowns, and laugh in their Sleeves, all which I be leave as a Delphian Oracle: and am resolved to burn in that faith. And in that resolution do I march to the great Lady. No, I will perform it in the Conquerors style. Your way is, not to win Penelope by suit, but by surprise. The Castle's carried by a sudden assault, that would perhaps fit out a twelvemonths siege. It would be a good breeding to my young Nephew here, if he could procure a stand at the Palace, to see with what alacrity I'll a-coast her Countesship, in what garb I will woo her, with what facility I will win her. And having won her Nephew; This sweet face Which all the City says, is so Like me, Like me shall be preferred, for I will wed thee To my great widows Daughter and sole Heir, The lovely spark, the bright Laodice. In this eye I see That fire that shall in me inflame the Mother, And that in this shall set on fire the Daughter. It goes Sir in a blood; believe me brother, These destinies go ever in a blood. Now thou that art the third blind Deity That governs earth in all her happiness, The life of all endowments, Confidence ; Direct and prosper my intention. Command thy servant Deities, Love and Fortune To second my attempts for this great Lady, Whose Page I lately was; That she, whose board I might not fit at, I may board a bed And under bring, who boar so high her head. Exit. way, all honour to you Madam? Base Madame: he's not base that fights as high as your lips. Your Court-servant Madam. That was only a preparation to my weight on your bed Madam. Come to you Madam? I dare come to you at mid night, and bid defiance to the proudest spirit that haunts these your loved shadows; and would any way make terrible the access of my love to you. I am bound to that by the proverb Madam. On your judgement Madam, to choose a Man, and not a By but, as these are that come with Titles, and Au thoritie, as they would conquer, or ravish you. But I come to you with the liberal and ingenuous Graces, Love, Youth, and Gentry; which (in no more deformed a per son then my self) deserve any Princess. In blankets Madam, you must add your sheets, and you must be the Toffer. And all one Sir, for I am neither. Thou liest; keep up your smiter Lord Rebus. Tie up your valour then till and other place turn me lose to you, you are the Lord (I take it) that wooed my great Mistress here with letters from his Altitude; which while she was reading, your Lordship (to entertain time) strodl'd and scaled your fingers; as you would show what and itching desire you had to get betwixt her sheets. Be you his Attorney Sir. Make thee leap out at window, at which thou camest in: Whores-sonne bagpipe Lords. What tameness is it in you Madam, to stick at the discarding of such a suitor? A lean Lord, dubbed with the lard of others? A diseased Lord too, that opening certain Magic Characters in and unlawful book, upstart as ma nigh aches in's bones, as there are ouches in's skin. Send him (Mistress) to the Widow your Tenant; the virtuous Pandresse Arsace. I perceive he has crowns in's Purse, that make him proud of a string; let her pluck the Goose therefore, and her maids dress him. Oh good Lord Rebus ; The place is never Like to be yours that you need respect it so much. Noble Gentleman? A tumor, and impostume he is Madam; a very hault-boy, a bagpipe; in whom there is nothing but wind, and that none of the sweetest nei there. Thanks to your Honour Madame, and my Lord Cousin the Viceroy shall thank you. Away poor Fellows. Yet shall my Ghost stay still; and haunt those beauty's, and glories, that have rendered it immor tall. But since I see your blood runs (for the time) High, in that contradiction that foreruns Truest agreements (Like the Elements Fighting before they generate;) and that Time Must be attended most, in things most worth; I leave your Honour freely; and commend That life you threaten, when you please, to be Adventured in your service; so your Honour Require it likewise. I'll come again, believe it, and again. Exit. Hell and the Furies take this vile encounter. Who would imagine this Saturnian Peacock Could be so barbarous to use a spirit Of my direction, with such loved respect? Before heaven it cuts my gall; but I'll dissemble it. Well Sir, that may be yet, and means to be. Not a jot. Well Sir, but yet that blessing runs not always in a blood. You do well Sir to take your pleasure of me, (I may turn tables with you ere long.) Truth is, I took my entertainment the better that 'twas no better. Have not you herd this principle, All things by strife engender. And men and women too. What Sir, you lesson my Confidence still; I pray heavens your confidence have not more shallow ground (for that I know) then mine you reprehend so. May be you trust too much. In humane frailty. Good, good. Nay Brother, I write no books of Observations, let your confidence bear out it self, as mine shall me. So, so. Nay my saying was but general. I glanced at no particular. Brother? are you wise? Be ignorant. Did you never hear of Actaeon ? Curiosity was his death. He could not be content to adore Diana in her Temple, but he must needs dog her to her retired pleasures, and see her in her nakedness. Do you enjoy the sole privilege of your wives bed? have you no pretty Paris for your Page? No mystical Adonis to front you there? Know not still Brother. Ignorance and credulity are your sole means to obtain that blessing. You see your greatest Clerks, your wisest Politicians, are not that way fortunate, your learned Lawyers would loose a dozen poor men's causes to gain a lease ant, but for a Term. Your Physician is jealous of his. Your Sages in general, by seeing too much oversee that happiness. Only your blockheadly Tradesman; your honest meaning Citizen; your not-headed Country Gentleman; your unapprehending Stinckerd is blessed with the sole prerogative of his Wives chamber. For which he is yet beholding, not to his stars, but to his ignorance. For if he be wise, Brother, I must tell you the case alters. How do you relish these things Brother? So do sick men solid meats: hark you brother, are you not jealous? Hold you there; did your wife never spice your broth with a dram of sublimate? hath she not yielded up the Fort of her Honour to a staring Soldado? and (ta king courage from her gilded) played open banckrout of all shame, and run the Country with him? Then bless your Stars, bow your knees to Juno. Look where she appears. A fresh course. And that shall you prove too ere long. The Whelp and all. A good chicken, go thy ways, thou hast done well; eat bred with thy meat. Of what? Lysander stamps and goes out vexed with Cynth. Hyl. Ero. So, there's venie for venie, I have giuen't him 'ith place speeding for all his confidence. Well out of this per haps there may be moulded matter of more mirth, then my baffling. It shall go hard but I'll make my constant sister act as famous a Scene as Virgil did his Mi stris; who caused all the Fire in Room to fail so; that none could light a torch but at her nose. Nowforth: At this house dwells a virtuous Dame, sometime of worthy Fame, now Like a decayed Merchant turned Broker, and retails refuse commodities for unthrifty Gallants. Her wit I must im ploy upon this business to prepare my next encounter, but in such a fashion as shall make all split. Ho? Madam Ar sace ? pray heaven the Oyster-wives have not brought the news of my wooing hither amongst their stale Pilcherds. Look you. Hark, I must speak with you. I have a share for you in this rich adventure. You must be the Ass chardg'd with Crowns to make way to the Fort, and I the Conqueror to follow, and seize it. Seest thou this jewel? Slight, pelted with rotten eggs? Out you young hedge-sparrow, learn to tread a before you be fledge. He kicks her out: Well have you done now Lady. You now, in your shallow pate, think this a dis grace to me, such a disgrace as is a battered helmet on a soldiers head, it doubles his resolution. Say, shall I use thee? Oh holy reformation! how art thou fallen down from the upper-bodies of the Church to the skirts of the City! honesty is stripped out of his true substance into for ball nicety. Common sinners startle at common terms, and they that by whole mountains swallow down the deeds of darkness; A poor mote of a familiar word, makes them turn up the white o'th eye. Thou art the La die Tenant. A good induction, be successful for me, make me Lord of the Palace, and thou shalt hold thy Tenement to thee and thine ears for ever, in free smockage, as of the manner of Panderage, provided always. Provided I say, that thou makest thy repair to her presently with a plot I will instruct thee in; and for thy sum rer access to her greatness, thou shalt present her, as from thy self with this jewel. Fear not that. Presents are present cures for female grudges, Make bade, seem-good; altar the case with Judges. Why Brother; if you be sure of your wives loyalty for term of life: why should you be curious to search the Almanacs for aftertimes: whither some wandering A neas should enjoy your reversion; or whither your true Turtle would fit mourning on a withered branch, till A tropos cut her throat: Beware of curiosity, for who can re solve you? yowl say perhaps her vow. Tush, her self knows not what she shall do, when she is transformed into a Widow. You are now a sober and stayed Gentleman. But if Diana for your curiosi tie should translate you into a monckey; do you know what gambolds you should play? your only way to be re solved is to die and make trial of her. You shall not need. I can send you speedier and uertisement of her constancy, by the next Ripier that rides that way with Mackerel. And so I leave you. HAst thou been admitted then? Thou speakest Like a Doctrisse in thy faculty; but howsoever, for all this foil, I'll retrieve the game once a gain, he's a shallow gamester that for one displeasing cast gives up so fair a game for lost. And as you know, sokes into the bones. But to say truth, these angry heats that break out at the lips of these straight laced Ladies, are but as symptoms of a lustful fever that boils within them. For wherefore rage wives at their husbands so, when they fly out, for zeal against the sin? Th'art a notable Syren, and I swear to thee, if I prosper, not only to give thee thy manorhouse gratis, but to marry thee to some one Knight or other, and bury thy trade in thy Ladyship: Go be gone. Exit. Ars. WHat news Lycus ? where's the Lady? A pregnant badge of love, she's melancholy. Why so? No matter, let it work; I did but pay him in's own coin; Sfoot he plied me with such a volley of un seasoned scoffs, as would have made Patience it self turn Ruffine, attiring it self in wounds and blood: but is his humour better qualified then? As how man? as how? What to cut's throat? I, but the means man: what time? what probabi litie. And when shall this strange conception see light? Thanks for this news in faith. This may perhaps prove happy to my Nephew. Truth is I love my sister well and must acknowledge her more then ordinary virtues. But she hath so possessed my brother's heart with vows, and disauowings, sealed with oaths of second nuptials; as in that confidence, he hath invested her in all his state, the ancient inheritance of our Family: and left my Nephew and the rest to hang upon her pure devotion; so as he dead, and she matching (as I am resolved she will) with some young Prodigal; what must ensue, but her post-issue beg gerd, and our house already sinking, buried quick in ruin. But this trial may remove it, and since 'tis come to this; mark but the issue Lycus, for all these solemn vows, if I do not make her prove in the handling as weak as a uva fer; say I lost my time in travail. This resolution then has set his wits in joint again, he's quiet. Nay he's passing kind, but I am glad of this trial for all that. But he will change that thought ere long. My Bird you saw even now, sings me good news, and makes hopeful signs to me. Good Calendars Lycus. Well I'll pawn this j well with thee, my next encounter shall quite altar my bro the judgement. Come lets in, he shall commend it for a discreet and honourable attempt. Men's judgments sway on that side fortune leans, Thy wishes shall assist me: Men's judgments sway on that side fortune leans, Thy wishes shall assist me: There stand her Sentinels. Save ye my quondam fellows in Arms; save ye; my women. It'll be so. What no courtesies? No preparation of grace? observe me I advise you for your own sakes. Come you're a widgine; Off with your hat Sir, ac knowledge: forecast is better then labour. Are you squint eyed? can you not see afore you. A little foresight I can tell you might stead you much as the Stars shine now. But Wifler, know you, that who so shall dare to execute that charge, I'll be his Executioner. Well I see this house needs reformation, here's a fellow stands behind now, of a forwarder insight then ye all. What place hast thou? Law you Sir. Here's a fellow to make a Gentle man Usher Sir, I discharge you of the place, and do here invest thee into his room, Make much of thy hair, thy wit will suit it rarely. And for the full possession of thine of fice; Come, Usher me to thy Lady: and to keep thy hand supple, take this from me. Go to, thou dost well; but pocket it for all that; it's no impair to thee: the greatest doo't. How say by this? have not I made a fit choice, that hath so soon attained the deepest mystery of his pro fession: Good sooth Wenches, a few courtesies had not been cast away upon your new Lord. Madam, this fellow only is intelligent; for he true lie understood your command according to the style of the Court of Venus ; that is, by contraries: when you forbid you bid. You shall not need Madame, for I have already cashiered your officious Usher here, and choosed this for his Successor. Madam, I come not to command your love with inforced letters, nor to woo you with tedious stories of my Pedigree, as he who draws the thread of his descent from Leda's Distaff; when it's well known his Grandsire cried Coniskins in Sparta. Sir, I name none, but him who first shall name himself. If it should Sir, I would make your Lordship and anser. Your drudge Madam, to do your drudgery. No but your side, to keep you warm a bed. But Madame vouchsafe me your patience to that points serious answer. Though I confess to get higher place in your graces, I could wish my Fortune's more honourable; my person more gracious; my mind more adorned with No ble and Heroical virtues, yet Madame (that you think not your blood disparage by mixture with mine) dame to know this: howsoever I once, only for your love, dis guised my self in the service of your late Lord and mine, yet my descent is as honourable as the proudest of your Spartan attempers; who by unknown quills or conduits under ground, draws his Pedigree from Lycurgus his great Toe, to the Viceroys little finger, and from thence to his own elbow, where it will never leave itching. Sfoot Madame, am I the first great personage that hath stooped to disguises for love? what think you of our Countryman Hercules ; that for love put on Omphales Apron, and sat spinning amongst her Wenches, while his Mistress wore his Lyons skin and Lamb-skin'd him, if he did not his business. That I will Madam. Hence ye Sparta Velvet. Away I say, or leave your lives I protest here. Do good Cousin Altitude; and beg the reversion of the next Lady: for Dido has betrotht her love to me. By this fair hand Madam, a fair riddance of this Calidonian Boar. True Madam; Oh fie upon am, they are intolerable. And I can not but admire your singular virtue of patience, not common in your sex; and must therefore carry with it some rare endowment of other Masculine and Heroical virtues. To hear á rude Spartan court so ingenuous a Lady, with dull news from Athens, or the Vicerois court; how many dogs were spoiled at the last Bullbaiting; what Ladies dubbed their husbands Knights, and so forth. Good Madam, give not the Child and unfit name, term it not boldness, which the Sages call true confidence, founded on the most infallible Rock of a woman's con stancie. No Madam, that proves I am no Fool: Then had I been here a Fool, and a base low-sprited Spartan, if for a Ladies frown, or a Lords threats, or for a Guard of Grooms, I should have shrunk in the wetting, and suf feared such a delicious flower to perish in the stalk, or to be sauadgely plucked by a profane finger. No Madam: First let me be made a Subject for disgrace; let your remorseless Guard seize on my despised body, bind me hand and foot, and hurl me into your Ladyships bed. Madam, ignorance is the mother of admiration: know me better, and yowl admire me less. Only Madam, that the Aetna of my sighs, and Ni lus of my tears, poured forth in your presence, might wit ness to your Honour the hight and moist affection of my heart, and work me some measure of favour, from your sweet tongue, or your sweeter lips, or what else your good Ladi ship shall esteem more conducible, to your divine con tentment. Madam, I am still the same creature; and I will so tie my whole Fortune's to that style, as were it my happiness (as I know it will be) to mount into my Lords succession, yet vow I never to assume other Title, or State, then your servants: Not approaching your board, but bidden: Not pressing to your bed, but your pleasure shall be first known if you will command me any service. Compare shadows to bodies, Madam; Pictures to the life; and such are they to you, in my valuation. This for your Ambush, He draws. Dare my love with death? You would not wonder sister, if you knew the lure she stoo'pt at: greatness? think you that can curb affe ction; no, it whets it more; they have the full stream of blood, to bear them: the sweet gale of their sublimed spi rits to driven them: the calm of ease to prepare them: the sunshine of fortune to allure them: Greatness to waft them safe through all Rocks of infamy: when youth, wit, and person come aboard once, tell me sister, can you choose but hoist sail, and put forward to the main? High words believe me, and I think sheele keep them; next turn is yours Nephew; you shall now marry my noblest Lady-daughter; the first marriage in Paphos ; next my nuptials shall be yours; these are strange occur rends brother, but pretty and pathetical: if you see me in my chair of Honour; and my Countess in mine arms; you will then believe, I hope, I am Lord of the Palace, then shall you try my great Ladies entertainment; see your hands freed of me, and mine taking you to and vancement. Farewell Nephew; prosper virility, but do you hear; keep your hand from your voice, I have a partly for you in our Hymencall show. But who commonly more short heeled; then they that are high 'ith instep. Tush, shame does extinguish lust as oil does fire, The blood once hight, shame does inflame the more, What they before, by art dissembled most They act more freely; shame once found is lost; And to say truth Brother; what shame is endue to't? or what congruence does it carry, that a young Lady, Gallant, Vigorous, full of Spirit, and Complexion; her appetite new whetted with Nuptial delights; to be confined to the speculation of a death's head, or for the lose of a husband, the world affording flesh enough, make the noontide of her years, the sunset of her plea sures. Of the first stamp perhaps, when the metal was pu rer then in these degenerate days; of later years, much of that coin hath been counterfeit, and beside so cracked and worn with use, that they are grown light, and in deed fit for nothing, but to be turned over in play. My matchless sister only excepted: for she, you know is made of and other mettle, then that she borrowed of her mother. But do you brother sadly intend the pur suit of this trial? Its a high project: if it be once raised, the earth is too weak to beat so weighty and accident, it cannot be con jured down again, without and earthquake, therefore be leave she will be constant. Then believe she will not be constant. If it must needs be so. But hark you brother; have you no other Capricions in your head to entrap my sister in her frailty, but to prove the firmness of her wid dow vows after your supposed death. Then here's my hand, I'll be as close, as my Ladies shoe to her foot that pinches and pleases her, and will bear on with the plot, till the vessel split again. Hanged. But brother you must set in to; to countenance truth out, a hearse there must be too; Its strange to think how much the eye prevails in such impressions; I have marckt a Widow, that joust before was seen pleasant e nough, follow and empty hearse, and weep devoutly. Leave that to my care, and if I do not do the mourner, as lively as your Heir, and weep as lustily as your Widow, say there's no virtue in Onions; that being done, I'll come to visit the distressed widow; apply old ends of comfort to her grief, but the burden of my song shall be to tell her words are but dead comforts; and therefore counsel her to take a living comfort; that might Ferrit out the thought of her dead husband, and will come pre pared with choice of suitors; either my Spartan Lord for grace at the Viceroys Court, or some great Lawyer that may solder up her cracked estate, and so forth. But what would you say brother, if you should find her married at your arrival. Well, forget not your wager, a stately chariot with four brave Horses of the Thracian breed, with all appur tenances. I'll prepare the Like for you, if you prove Vi ctor; but well remembered, where will you lurk the while? Will you not stay our nuptial now so near. Whom you shall here at your return call me father, adieu: Jove be your speed. My Nuptials done, your Funerals succeed. Exeunt. Now, alas fellow Argus, how thou art comberd with and office? Nay you may leave that office to the Ladies, theyle perfume it sufficiently. Is he perfect in's partly? has not his tongue learned of the Sylvans to trip ath' Toe? No force, so my next vows be herd, that if Cupid have pricked her, Hymen my cure her. Why so, I can speak nothing but thou art with in me: fie of this wit of thine, it'll be thy destruction. But howsoever you please to understand, Hymen send the boy no worse fortune: And where's my Ladies honour? Most serviceable Argus, the Gods reward they sir vice; for I will not. Blame her not Mistress, if her looks show care. Excuse the Merchant's sadness that hath made A doubtful venture of his whole estate; His livelihood, his Hope's, in one poor bottom, To all encounters of the Sea and storms. Had you a husband that you loved as well, Would you not take his absent plighted as ill? Cavil at every fancy? Not and object That could present it self, but it would forge Some vain objection, that did doubt his safety; True love is ever full of jealousy. Sister be wise, and ship not in one Bark, All your ability: if he miscarry, Your well tried wisdom should look ont for new. Well, you're a Phoenix, there be that your cheer Love, with your husband be, your wisdom here. Hark, our sports challenge it; Fit dearest Mistress. Serve me heaven. Music. As I my heavenly Mistress, Fit rare sister. Put on man, by our selves. Faith fellow Lycus, if my wager were weakly built, this unexpected accident might stagger it For the truth is, this strain is extraordinary, to follow her husbands body into the Tomb, and there for his company to bury her self quick: it's new and stirring, but for all this, I'll not despair of my wager. All's one for that, What I think I think; In the mean time forget not to write to my Brother, how the plot hath succeeded, that the news of his death hath ta ken; a funeral solemnity performed, his supposed Corpse bestowed in the monument of our Family, thou and I hor rible mourners: But above all that his intolerable virtuous Widow, for his love; (and for her love) Ero her handmaid, are descended with his Corpse into the vault; There wipe their eyes time out of mind, drink nothing but their own tears, and by this time are almost dead with famine. There's a point will sting it (for you say 'tis true) where left you him? He keeps close. That may carry him without descrying, for there's a number of strange Knights abroad. You left him well. Well, this news will absolutely purge that humour. Write all, forget not to describe her passion at thy discoue rye of his slaughter: did she perform it well for her hus bans wager? In prose, thou weptst. So have I seen many a moist Auditor do at a play; when the story was but a mere fi ction: And didst act the Nuntius well, would I had herd it: couldst thou dress thy looks in a mournful habit? As how for heavens sake? Nay on, and thou lovest me. Then was her Cum to whimper; on. There dropped a tear. What from thy friend? Good; I am answered. Oh then she howled out right. 'Twas well; and could not show but strangely. For all this, I'll not despair of my wager: These Grieves that found so loud, prove always light, True sorrow evermore keeps out of sighed. This strain of mourning with Sepulcher, Like and overdo king Actor, affects grossly, and is indeed so far forced from the life, that it bewrays it self to be altogether artificial. To set open a shop of mourning! 'Tis palpable. Truth, the substance, Hunt's not after the shadow of popular Fame. Her officious ostentation of sorrow condemns her sincerity. When did ever woman mourn so vnmeasura bly, but she did dissemble? For this does she look to be Deified, to have Hymns made of her, nay to her: The Tomb where she is to be no more reputed the ancient monument of our Fami lie the Lysandri ; but the new erected Altar of Cynthia : To which all the Paphian widows shall after their husbands Funerals, offer their wet muckinders, for monuments of the danger they have passed, as Seamen do their wet gar ments at Neptune's Temple after a ship wrack. I, there's and other point too. But one of those for tues is enough at once. All nature's are not capable of all gifts. If the brain of the West, were in the heads of the learned; then might Parish-clerks be common counsel men, and Poets Aldermen's deputies. My sister may turn Niobe for love; but till Niobe be turned to a Marble, I'll not despair but she may prove a woman. Let the trial run on, if she do not outrun it, I'll say Poets are no Prophets, Prognosticators are but Mountibankes, & none tell true but wood-mongers. Exit. I must confess it Lycus, Weel therefore now prevent it if we may, And that our curious trial hath not dwelled Too long on this unnecessary hant: Grief, and all want of food; not having wrought: Too mortally on her divine disposure. I must confess with fear and shame as much. Then thou shalt hast And call my brother from his secret shroud, Where he appointed thee to come and tell him. How all things have succeeded. Slight, whose here? A Soldier with my sister? wipe, wipe, see Kissing by Jove ; she, as I lay 'tis she. Oh no, she is famished; She's passed our comfort, she lies drawing on. Look thou, she's drawing on. How sayest thou? Lies she not drawing on? She, she, she, and none but she. He dances & sings. She only Queen of love, and chastity, Oh chastity; This women be. Horse, horse, horse, Four Chariot Horses of the Thracian breed, Come, bring me brother. Oh the happiest evening, That ever drew her veil before the Sun. Who is't canst tell? What a slave was I That held not out my winds strength constantly, That she would prove thus? Oh incredible? A poor eight-penny Soldier? She that lately Was at such height of interjection, Stoop now to such a base conjunction? By heaven I wonder now I see't in act, My brain could ever dream of such a thought. And yet, 'tis true: Rare, pereles, is't not Lycus? Oh had I held out (villain that I was,) My blessed confidence but one minute longer, I should have been eternised. Gods my fortune, What and unspeakable sweet sighed it is? Oh eyes I'll sacrifice to your deer sense. And consecrate a Phane to Confidence. He would be less mad: for your only way To clear his jealousy, is to let him know it. When knowledge comes suspicion vanishes. The Sunbeams breaking forth swallow the mists. But as for you Sir Gallant; howsoever Your banquet seems sweet in your lycorous palate, It shall be sure to turn gall in your maw. Thy hand a little Lycus here without. No booty serve you sir Soldado But my poor sister? Come, lend me thy shoulder, I'll climb the cross; it will be such a cooler To my Venerean Gentleman's hight liver, When he shall find one of his crucified bodies Stolen down, and he to be forthwith made fast In place thereof, for the sign Of the lost Sentinel. Come glorify Firm Confidence in great Inconstancy. And this believe (for all proved knowledge swears) He that believes in error, never errs. Exeunt. I wonder Lycus fails me. Nor can I hear whats be come of him. He would not certain ride to Dipolis to call my brother back, without my knowledge. Who goes there? Dear friend, lets know you. A friend least look't for but most welcome, and with many a long look expected here. What sir unbooted? have you been long arrived? Well brother, y'haue the most rare, admirable, unmatch able wife, that ever suffered for the sin of a husband. I cannot blame your confidence indeed now: it's built on such infalli ble ground; Lycus I think be gone to call you to the rescue of her life; why she! Oh incomprehensible! What hast brother? But was it related with what un tolerable pains, I and my Mistress, her other friends, Matrons and Magistrates, laboured her diversion from that course? What streams of tears she poured out; what tresses of her hair she tore! and offered on your supposed hearse! But above all; how since that time, her eyes never har bour'd wink of slumber, these six days; no nor tasted the least dram of any sustenance. Not a scruple. Soldier? what Soldier? A Soldier? of the watch? bring her victuals? Go to brother I have you in the wind; he's unharnessed of all his tram vailing accoutrements. I came directly from's house, no word of him there; he knows the whole relation; he's passionate: All collections speak he was the Soldier. What should be the riddle of this? that he is stolen hither into a Soldiers disguise? he should have stayed at Dipolis to receive news from us. When there he suspected our relation; or had not patience to expect it, or whither that furious, frantic capricious Devil jealousy hath tossed him hither on his horns, I can not conjecture. But the case is clear, he's the Soldier. Sister, look to your fame, your chastetie's uncovered. Are they here still? here believe it both most woefully weeping over the bottle. He knocks. Tharsalio, open. Here's a truebred chambermaid. Alas, I am sorry for't; I have brought her meat and Candian wine to strengthen her. Yet open sweet, that I may bless mine eyes with sighed of her fair shrine; and of thy sweetest self (her famous Pan dress) open I say. Sister? you hear me well, paint not your Tomb without; we know too well what rotten carcases are lodged within; open I say. Ero opens, and he sees her head laid on the coffin, &c. Sister I have brought you tidings to wake you out of this sleeping mummery. Well said frubber, was there no Soldier here lately? This night, last night, tother night; and I know not how many nights and days. Go to sister; did not you join kisses, embraces, and plighted indeed with him, the ut most pledge of Nuptial love with him. Deni't, deni't; but first hear me a short story. The Soldier was your disguised husband, dispute it not. That you see yonder, is but a shadow, and empty chest containing nothing but air. Stand not to gaze at it, 'tis true. This was a project of his own contriving to put your loyalty & constant vows to the test; you're warned, be armed. Exit. All wisdom be silent; Now speaks Authority. Of his office. Such a creature, Fool is, when he bestrides the back of Authority. A most excellent apprehension. He's able ye see to judge of a cause at first sighed, and hear but two parties. Here's a second Solon. Thats true. Nay the Vice must snap his Authority at all he meets, how shalt else be known what partly he plays? I, and I can tell you 'twill trouble his Lordship and all his Honourable assistants of Seauingers to sweep it clean. And thou none of the meanest. Thats the Surgeons office. In to the Country. Do hear Brother? Believe it a wholesome reformation. Come brother; we know you well: what means this habit? why stayed you not at Dipolis as you resolved, to take advertisement for us of your wives bearing? Go to, be comforted; uncase your self; and discharge your friend. And that acquittal I'll for him requite; the body lost, is by this time restored to his place. These are State points, in which your Lordship's time has not yet trained your Lordship; please your Lordship's graces Nuptial we have now in hand. Betwixt this young Lady and this Gentleman. Your Lordship there shall care the ample story. And how the Ass wrapped in a Lyons skin Fearfully rord, but his large ears appeared And made him laughed at, that before was feared. Come brother; Thank the Countess: she hath suet to make your peace. Sister give me your hand. Brother let your lips compound the strife, And think you have the only constant Wife. Tush: I am weary of this subject, I said not so. Why briefly Brother. I know my sister to be the wonder of the Earth; and the Envy of the Heavens. For tuous, Loyal, and what not. Briefly, I know she hath vowed, that till death and after death, sheele hold inviolate her bonds to you, & that her black shall take no other hew; all which I firmly believe. In brief Brother, I know her to be a woman. But you know brother, I have other irons on anvil. Exiturus. Why dost thou imagine this?