POLYMETES

Health to this honoured presence: passing good! Thanks: superpassing good! But honoured father, see how he proceeds: Learning was first made pilot to the world, And in the chair of contemplation, Many degrees above the turning clouds Held in his hand the nine-leaf'd marble book, Drawn full of silver lines and golden Stars. But father, it was learning's place, Till empty outsides, shadows daubed with gold Plucked him down headlong, then alost his wits, And ever since lives Zany to the world, Turns Pageant-Poet, toiler to the press, Makes himself cheap detested, hist and stale, To every bubble and dull Groom. Who for his outsides gawdy, will presume To make poor wit a hackney to his pride. And with blunt rolled Jests spurgall his side Till his soul bleed, Oh, I am more then mad, To see mere shadows censure and control, The substance, worthier both in sense and soul How's that? to swear and give the sunden stab? Fell Lands to purchase fashions? Oh 'tis base! Bought gentry, should trueborn worth disgrace. Oh most Divine! Then seal it with a kiss. A woman's jest. I'll be the Midwife and help to deliver it. The first house is vulgariz'd, the Horoscope or Angle of the Orient, and his Ascendant betokeneth beginning of life, Merchandise, marriage and— Oh would a were, then should not Genoa's Crown, For want of strong supportance be pressed down. I not enough, that Like a harmless Prince Spending my How es in Contemplation, I let you hold the reins of government. Unfit for me, my father hath a deep And searching judgement that can brush and sweep such idle brained and antique Parasites, Forth of his presence, pray your absence, Only to try thy honesty by this Element, ask my uncle else? What quillet now? No, some that use that sport Giu`t over, being scarce one hair the better for't. Revels sprightly play, Yet every year, some revel all away. Of all Land monsters, some that bear that name, Might well be sparde, whose vulture Avarice Devours men living: they of all the rest, Deal most with Angels, & yet prove least blessed. I cannot, 'tis divine: And isle compare it to a golden chain, That links the body of a commonwealth, Into a firm and formal Union. It holds the sword, with and impartial hand, Curbs in the reins of and unruly land, 'Tis twined to Justice, and with holy zeal, Rightly determines the poor men appeal. And those that are laws true administers, Are father's to the wronged, heaven's Justicers. Much to late, The reason, with your patience isle relate. Beauteous Emilia, whom I never saw, But in the Rhetoric of discursive tongues In Sancta Monta, neighbour to Sardinia, Where silver Arno in her Crystal bosom, Courts the fresh banks with many and amorous kiss. My Sister (as the country custom claimed) With all the choicest virgins of the Land, Met at the Temple half a league remote, From all resort of people, which was decked With all the Relics, and the choicest lemmes, Marcellis, Pisa, or Ligorne could yield. While they securely end their Orisons, Three armed Galleys of the faithless Turks, At this advantage set their men on shore, Entered the Temple, and prophande their shrines, On the high Altar sacrificed the Priests, Disray'd the Temple of the golden robes, Murdered the matrons, ravished the Maids, And dragging them by the disheueld hair, Did with their ravished bodies fill their boats, Amongst the rest, Emilia whom report Called by no name but only beautiful, Was ravished, slain, or taken prisoner. Art not ashamed? What, in love Julio? Slave to all slaves be he that snares his eye, In a weak Sire's Cobweb flattery. Yes, will you board it? Make but a shot in jest and you may enter. I have seen some Schools. You took my room up. Your wit's much currish. How chance your wit's so free? A woman's feature, but a Scholars tongue In quick discourse, Philosophers never wondered More at the strange conception of the winds, Then I admire how she attained this wit: Did not true learning make the soul divine, She hath spoke enough to make me conuertine. Sweet words, kind looks, what? and a par ting kiss. Words, looks and lips cry all, the wench is his. I am possessed devil, love persuades my mind, That if to him, to me shee'le prove more kind. What's Julio made of? hadst thou soul or sense, Thou wouldst not prentice thy affections, Nor tie thy Fortune's to a strangers love. Yes, if to live in bondage be no hell, I think you two, might do exceeding well. Well Julio, How ere you juggle, if you do agree, You must be pleased to wear the keepers fee. Exennt Suppose I do? I know not this. More then his own. Indeed twa's said, That for Ring Melina sold her head. Suppose some do? Grant me but love, & with my utmost power, I will defend your sexes stainless honour: And with my pen dipped in the juice of gall, Be his souls terror, that hereafter shall, Cast ink at honours garments, or aspire To name your sex with and unhallowed fire. Fit down good Uncle. Well said Adam, but leaving at a full jest, Un cle, what earnest business brought you hither? Why what says Goody Fame, and my trusty Servant 'Sfoot say I do, what, has the wormeaten bawd Fame: or ere a pander-like fool else to do with it? give her maintenance, why she is of my never affinity, should I see my she affinity go in tatters? I allow my Servant rags, & I were worse then a Jew, if I should suffer my she affinity to go naked. Security? Leases and old rends, Castle and Townships, able men, good security, Towns are no Starters, theile hold out wind and weather. Madam my Uncle out of tender-loue, Better to shun all scandalous suspect, That might attend on our unsuiting Iodes Will lodge you at his house, whither at times— No, horns more fit. Away. A rare vault by this light, and never devised without the advice of a grand Jury of Bawds, a word with your lips Tris. Since I came into thy company Win. And how is't Tris? fore-God a pretty lodging. Passing good workmanship, what story is this Tris? A pretty conceit Julio, dost see Vulcan with the horning parenthesis in his forehead! I hit indi rectly upon the leaft pap at three passes for a hun dreaded Crowns. Is't a match? Here, any where, heart has the Arras and ague, it trembles so? And with a fear it comes, have at the Cuck kold. Hark, the Arras is in labour. Hark Wench, I smell Boars grease. Now excuse what trick? She whispers to him. Then let me have a sighed on't. On my Virginities maidenhead we will not discover Lurdo behind the Arras. Oh forbear, before God passing good workman indeed. The blush of his cheek. Arms and all, videlicet a tame Gudgeon. Is the numb Ass insensible of Scoffs? I'll touch him nearer, yet mine eye deceives me, And this be not Count Lurdoes counterfeit. As How? Then 'tis a counterfeit. Marry many Counterfeits walk in the Like ness of good money, and so may this do, which to prevent isle nail him to a post, for fear a pass currant on your lips in my absence, and so deceive me? Well Maiden, I am content, this jest shall re prive your head for this once, but beware the next en counter, come Ariadnes clew, will you unwind, and light us through this vault of darkness, and theres your Naulum. Never. TO Tristella. Good wine needs no bush, nor a good face payting thou art favour of thy self, and what thou cost is not under a colour. News, news my hearts will make your jocund souls dance in your bosoms, now which joyful tongue amongst you all cries first God save the Duke? God save Duke Polymetes. Then they came never trnely by it as I do, but pergite porro, methinks I could make and indifferent careless Duke. Oh mine Uncle would make and Excellent Court spaniel, he would sent out offices & concealed lands, a hundred mile of, and a were my casheere but twenty years, I durst change livings with him. Oh, he would make a good grumbling surly po litician, thou shalt be my politician. Yes, women. I muse yoe do not marry. Fill him some wine. Still in the b gs of Melancholy, pax on't, 'tis staler then Tobacco, not so much but the singing Cob ler is grown melancholy, and corrects shoes in hu mour, fie ont, come fit, we must talk about many mat ters, Rivo, I'll be singular, m Royal expense shall run such a circular course that the Rascal spawn of Imitators shall split their wooden brains, and sink their wealth in the Gulf of prodigality, and yet Like a bade Archers shaft, fallen fixescore short of their aim, my expense shall be royal and peculiar. Thats clean out of the fashion indeed. Because out of the fashion, set down that Adam How shall we ride then? But, for my train, for a Page with Pages, What is't Julio? I must be round with you Tris, you must pack, many women they say are common, and isle entertain nothing that savours of Community, I will not divulge. Fore-god the newest of all, for there's not a gallant maintains his wench but a will lie with her, down with that Adam. From heaven or hell. But art sure 'tis my father? My father alive and come home, heart a me what shift? come home & find the Court turned Alehouse Dicing-house, Dancing school, I am undone horse and foot. The second and third house, the third House is cadent from the Angle of the Orient, and Ascendant to the Angle Septent ionall, signifying Father's Sisters and Daughters absent and lost, Daughters and father's lost: here then I find my demand, the Maid lost my Sister, thus then I proportion my figure, there I place my witnesses, and here my Judge, and thus proceed to the Invocation. Discourteous Julio, give my Study leave. I'll make my father joyful by my toil, Had not thy folly interiupted me, My Hope's ere this had met their perjod. Oh torment me not with his remembrance. Then will my uncle be a hauy mourner. But how the manner of her death? And we play not true moals and work it out of the ground, let me die of the greene-sicknsses. Come to the solemperites, and weep at least those being ended wele receive y our jest. Exeunt. Solemnpe Music to a funeral song the Herseborne over the stage, Duke Lurdo, Polymetes, Angelo, Julio, Horatio and mouners &c. Thanks He eat, thou hast insphearde my hope In a gold circle, oh were my father here, This fight would of his age bore twenty year. How now Uncle? what think you of Schol lership now? This same stram ̄ ge thing i'th likeness of a woma ̄ , Tastes of much wit, though I not love her sex, I'll arm my thoughts to crack a jest with her. What, graveled lulio? Trust me, love hath killed That wormwood humour, bring th'auth oritie Of one true tongue to prove my poesse, Ever wronged woman. What a proved Jack was that? but I wonder at Lawyers for one thing, many of them use to take their fees aforehand. But faith Uncle tell me, what think you of this Lady? would she not make a pretty peart Duchess? Come, leave the Bedlam. Why and Alderman's poest? Come fit, fit, nay nearer, nearer, nearer yet. Julio and Horatio, what shall's have to supper? I am now in the spending vain. Good Actium, you shall not remove, I learned that phrase of mine uncle, boy, know what Adam hath bespoken for our palates. Where there a banquet to be had, More rate and deer, then that Vitellius made: It should be served in, but Horatio, What shall we eat that's costly, and that's rare? Hast any Pheasants or Partridges? Lay the table in the withdrawing room. He that so told thee fellow told thee true. Tush look here. Thou shouldst have said so to a Porter that's heavy loaded. But come, fit, fit in council, let's devise How to spend all this countless mass of wealth, My father hath bequeathed me at his death, Quite from the popular and vulgar garb, We will be ode in all things, and retain No common humour in our large expense. For thy good news take that along with thee, Look here Tris, would not these Make notable states-me ̄ ? methinks state steals upon ̄ me. It is not poisoned. Come, come. Divinely, come. Excellent, that's clean out of the fashion for Pa ges, that's good, that stands, down with it Adam. Another, set it down, isle spend after forty po worser a day, isle see which of my cheuerill brained immitators dares follow my fashion: sblood I cannot drink To bacco two days, but the third the Church wardens & fidemen are at it in the Alehouse in sermon time, I can not wear a suit half a day but the Tailors Journey man creeps into't: I cannot keep a block private, but every Citizens son thrusts his head into it: I cannot keep a wench but every grand-Iurors son in the Country imitates me, I care not if I make it petty trea son for any man to kiss under ten pound a Kiss. As common as cracking of nuts, not a serving man, but does as much. I know you are a hight shot in a featherbed Tris, but that will uot serve turn now, therefore fallen off, the enemy is too strong, deed Tris, every Lamb to his fold, and Cony to her Borough, for the old Fox is a broad no, wilt not be? why then God a mercies brain. Cedant arma togae, my gown and books boy, some sudden devise to keep him back half and hour, and win my good opinion for ever. prevented still? now by Medusass snakes, And black Erinnis ever burning lamp, If all the skill in pyromantique rules, Deep Eromancy, or the precious soul, Of Ge man ique spells and Characters Graven in the sur fase of our mother earth, Can work this strange achievement, That boy is worth his weight in pearl, dist mark what a tale of a Cock and a Bull, he told my father while I made thee and the rest away, by a bill of Convey anee at his back? it admirable, does not this jest deserve to be chronicled? No matter let am, have not we brains? brains and they be well mincde are sauce for any meat, let mine uncle turn Turxe and break forth, let the whole town turn cuckold and blow their horns in our disgrace, I have brains, let the Sun and the seven Stars be opposed, I have brains for that too my present wit shall give am all the lie in their throats, and may ntayne it at pocket, dagger, and pi stoll when I have done. Farewell. Lend me your watery eye, That swims in passion for my sisters lose, And in this book prospective, let it read, Apleasing lecture. That maid's my sister, whom on magiques wing, To this fair presence, my rich Art shall bring, Prepare to meet them, for this minutes age, sends with my charm their airy pilgrimage. Say music. Zounds ten. Eighteen. Fie her wit scalds. Zounds Julio now. Zounds all will out, brains— Well, done it was, and out it must. Who? Emilia? why look you here father, do you think I knew her not? ask the Boy and Julio, do you think I would have maintained her as I did but only for affinities sake? what said I at first Nuncle? did I not urge affinities? and you would see me hanged say and I did not urge affinity? Well ieston gallants, and uncle, you that make a pish at the black Art, my books to the piece of Ar ras, where Venus and Adonis stood kissing and the cuckoldly pandar Vulcan watched them, and all your by ways to boot, I raise up my Aunt your late wife in the same proportion, habit and gesture, she usually wore in her life time. And if I do not, say Philosophy is foolery, Logic legerdemain, and Conjuring mere coui catching, as indeed it is. And now by virtue of this wand, Each in his circle keep his stand, Now Belioll and Astaroth, Sole commanders of the North, By H cates head, E innis snakes, S ix and all infernal Lake's, I charge you kneel to Proserpine, And by her licence all divine Dismiss the Countess from those shades, Where pleasure springs and never fades. Festina, ci oh, c tius, come free Tenant of Elizium. That, these lines will show, Horatio, base Horatto poisoned me, I was your sister, right mine injury. Aunt? The very same, his sh oe is cut and all, Farewell Tris, and yet isle startle him a little better a before we leave him, fore-god 'tis so Like him, I doubt, weather it be the shadow or his substance. And why? What ominous news can Polimetes daunt? Have we not Hyren here? Nay quickly, how?