TYMETHES

Peace, prithee peace, you undo me if you wake me, I hope I'm in a dream. No! why then wake Beggar; but the comfort is I have brave seeming kinsmen: why Zenarchus, 'Tis not the lose of Kingdom, Father's banishment, Uncertainty of Mother, afflicts me With half the violence that those crossed affections, Betwixt your Princely Sister and our self, Who upon fortune, or her Father's frown, Erecting the whole Fabric of her love, Either now will not, or else dare not love me. Alas Lady, fortune hath changed my state, can you love a beggar? Unmatched honest young man. As your son and heir at his father's funeral There were no mirth nor music else for me. No, not I. I speak my affection. Have I not seen this fellow before now? He has and excellent presence for a Pander, I know not his office. What's he Zenarchus? Right Oracle; what gain hath Jealousy? Fruitless suspicion, sighs, ridiculous groans, Hunger and lust will break through flesh and stone ̄ S: And Like a whirlwind blows open Castle doors. Italian padlockes, Would? The same unfortunate, most gracious Lady, Supremest of your Sex in all perfections. All Hope's killed in their blossom. Why then there's hope she'll take occasion To drink to me, she hath no means to avoid it. The devil's on that side and engrosses all, Smiles, favours, common courtesies, none can fallen But he has a snatch at them; not drink to me? Pox of't not I. I am not dry. You shall rule me— unto that beauteous Majesty? Heart? how contempt ill fortune does pursue? Not drink, nor pledge, what was she born to do? I'll stay no longer, least I get that flame, Which nothing but cold death can quench or tame. Zenarchus, come. Exit. We are observed. Mazeres follows us. The devil he is. He may be hight in the end, his good parts sue for't, He does, you shall depart Lady; I'll take my leave on purpose in his presence, He's jealous, and a kiss runs through his heart, I'll make a thrust at him on your lip. I have hit him in the Call in stead of the blood, He sheds distractions, which are worse than wounds. So so, he departs with a knit brow, no matter; When his frown begets earthquakes, haply then It'll shake me too: I shall stand firm till then. I marked him. Pox on thee. He did! No! was that his Actium! Why what art thou now? Sfoot, I am a beggar my self. This fellow would be whipped. I'll give thee somewhat for that jest in troath. How? Would? Peace, peace, prithee peace. Nay, say not so; I saw one creature lately Exceeds all humane form for true perfectio ̄ ; this may be beau teous. How? How shall I come at her? Would! and is this shear faith, without any trick in't? Thou speakest well, when meet we? So, the place? Go to then, it holds honest all the way? Enough, five? and the furthest lodge? I'll meet thee. Always excepting and the Tyrants Gem. None that lives can say he has done with the Beggar. How? are your wits perfect? if one should refuse to talk with every beggar, he might refuse brave Company sometime, gallants y faith. Exeunt. A delicate sweet Creature? slight, who should it be ̄ ? I must not know her name, nor see her face? It may be some trick to have my bones bastinadode ̄ Well, and so sent back again; what say you to a blanquetting Faith, so it done by a Lady and her Chambermaids I care not, for if they toss me in the Blankets I'll toss them in the Sheets, and that's one for the other. A man may be led into a thousand villainies; but the fellow swore enough, And here's blood apt enough to believe him. Art come? we meet ene jump upon a minute. How! at a running leap? So, so, what's to be done. How? I never went blindfold before. Well followed of a Serving man. No not in their Mistress's. I desire to be left when I come there sir. But faith sincerely is there no trick in this? Prithee deal honestly with me. Why, if she affect me so truly, she might trust me with her knowledge, I could be secret to her chief actions, why I love ̄ women too well. Why because I love women? Your wit runs nimbly sir, pray use your pleasure. Mass the candles out. A good doer mayest thou prove, for thy experience; Come give me thy hand, thou mayest prove and honest Lad, But however I'll trust thee. How far lack I yet of my blind pilgrimage? Me thinks I walk in a Vault all under ground. By the mass the day breaks. Though it be night, 'tis morning to that night which brought me hither, Would! the ground spread with Arras? what place is this? Rich hangings? fair room gloriously furnished? Lights and their luster? riches and their splendour? 'Tis no mean creatures, these dumb tokens witness; Troth I begin to affect my Hostess better; I love her in her absence, though unknown, For courtly form that's here observed and shown. The servants all in vizards? by this light I do admire the carriage of her love; For I account that woman above wise Can sin and hide the shame from a men eyes. They never do their easy sex more wong, Than when they venture fame upon men tongue. Yet I could swear concealment in loves plot, But happy woman that believes me not. What ere is spoke or to be spoke seems fit, All still concludes her happiness and wit. Who ere she be we thank her, and commend Her care and love to entertain a friend. Convey my thanks to her, and fill some wine. Some wine? I'll pledge her thankfully; there remove that. Return my faith, my reverence, my respect, And tell her this, which courteously I find, She hides her face, but lets me see her mind. I have not known one happier for his pleasure Than in that state we are; 'tis a strange trick, And sweetly carried; by this light a delicate creature, And should have a good face if all hit right; For they that have good bodies and bade faces Were all mismatcht, and made up in blind places. I shall make a sweet voyage of this. Is not all known yet? what's to be told? How? I by this light do I; and I think thou art of my mind. But what does she mean to reward me afore hand? I may prove and Eunuch now for ought she knows. Faith we are much of a colour; but here's a Note, what says it? He reads. Our love and bounty shall increase So long as you regard our peace. Unless your life you would forgo, Who we arese eke not to know. Enjoy me freely: for your sake This dangerous shift I undertake. Be therefore wise, keep safe your breath, You cannot see me under death. I'de be loath to venture so far for the sighed of any Creature under heaven. Well, I will shift me instantly, and be content With my groping fortune. Exit. Nay, did ere subtlety match it? All by this light: but all this nothing was To the delicious pleasures of her Bed. Nay inquire not brother, I'de give one eye to see her with the other. Seest thou this Jewel? in the amid of night I slipped it from her vail, unfelt of her, IT may be so kind unto me as to bring Her beauty to my knowledge. At neither for my heart; why I'll tell thee man 'Twas handled with such Art, such admired cunning, What with my blindness and their general darkness, That when mine eyes received their liberty, I was never the nearer. To them in full form I appeared shrouded But all their lights to me were masked and clouded. Nay you cannot out vie my admiration, I had a feeling of't beyond your passion. 'Tis not my gift Lady. Why upon that condition Yowl keep it safe and close from all strange eyes Not wronging me, 'tis yours. It shall suffice. No trick to see this Lady? heart of ill fortune! The Jewel that was begged from me too was The hope I had to gain her wished for knowledge. Well; here's a heart within will not be quiet; The eye is the sweet feeder of the soul, When the ̄ taste wants, that keeps the memory whole; 'Tis bade to be in darkness all know well, Then not to see her what does it want of Hell? What says the Note? Unless your life you would forgo, Whom we are, seek not to know. Pish, all Idle. As if she'de suffer death to threaten me Whom she so bounteously and firmly loves? No trick? excellent, 'twill fit; make use of that. O, I know thy mind. Enough, I'll meet thee presently. I'll see her come what can; but what can prove? She cannot seek my death, that seeks my love. Exit. Me thinks this a longer voyage than the first? Is that the trick? I'll prove that false, the sighed of her is new. I see nothing. Is the Hood off? Well here's my hand I will not. Hist, art gone? then boldly I step forth Cunning discoverer of and unknown beauty As subtle as her plot: Thou art masked too, Show me a little comfort, in this condensive darkness; Play the flatterer laugh in my face; Why here's enough to perfect all my wishes; With this I taste of that forbidden fruit Which as she says death follows; death it'll sting, Soft, what rooms this? lets see, 'tis not the former I was entertained in, no, it some what differs: Rich hangings still, Court deckings, I, and all — O all that can be in men wish comprized Is in thy love immortal, in thy graces. I am not the same flesh, my touch is altered. Nothing that can be prejudicial To the sweet peace of those illustrious graces. Admired Lady hear me, hear my vow, By that which man holds dearest dreadful Queen. And all that can be in a vow contained I'll prove as true, secret, and vigilant As ever man observed with serious we ̄ rtue The dreadful call of his departing soul. Your own soul to your secrets, shall not prove more true Than mine to it, to them, to all, to you. May I eat and never be nourished, live and know no thing, Love without enjoying, if ever— There's comfort then. Be't what it will command it. And if this penance I perform not truly May I henceforth never be received to favour. I'm glad all's so well passed, and she appeased, I swear I did expect a harder penance When she began to enjoin me; why, this is wholesome For soul and body, though I seldom use it. Her wisdom is as pleasing as her beauty, I never knew affection hastier born, With more true Art and less suspicion: It so amazed me to know her my Mistress I had no power to close the light again, Unhappy that I was, peace, here she comes. Down to thy penance, think of thy whole youth, From the first minute that the womb conceived me To this full heaped hour I do repent me, With heart as penitent as a man, dissolving, Of all my sins, born with me, and born of me; Dishonest thoughts and sights, the paths of youth, So thrive in mercy as I end in truth. Nothing but admire That heaven can frame a creature ̄ Like a woman And she be constant, seeing most are common. Honour of beauty? there men wish ̄ S rise, Grace and perfection lighten from her eyes. Amazement is shot through me.