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Mirths of society; when petty mushrooms, Transplanted from their dunghills, spread on

mountains, And pass for cedars by their servile flatteries On great men's vices ? Pandar! thou’rt deceived, The word includes preferment; 'tis a title Of dignity; I could add somewhat more else.

Liv. Add any thing of reason.

Troy. Castamela, Thy beauteous sister, like a precious tissue, Not shaped into a garment fit for wearing, Wants the adornments of the workman's cunning To set the richness of the piece at view, Though in herself all wonder. Come, I'll tell

A way there may be—(know, I love thee, Livio-)
To fix this jewel in a ring of gold,
Yet lodge it in a cabinet of ivory,
White, pure, unspotted ivory: put case,
Livio himself shall keep the key on't ?

Liv. Oh, sir,
Create me what you please of yours; do this,
You are another nature.

Troy. Be then pliable

first rules of your advancement.--[Enter

Octavio, my good uncle, the great marquis
Of our Sienna, comes, as we could wish,
In private.- Noble sir !

Oct. My bosom's secretary,
My dearest, best loved nephew.

Troy. We have been thirstys
In our pursuit.—Sir, here's a gentleman
Desertful of your knowledge, and as covetous
Of entertainment from it: you shall honour
Your judgment, to entrust him to your favours;
His merits will commend it.

Oct. Gladly welcome;
Your own worth is a herald to proclaim it.
For taste of your preferment, we admit you
The chief provisor of our horse.

Liv. Your bounty
Stiles me your ever servant.

Troy. He's our own;
Surely, nay most persuadedly. My thanks, sir,

[Aside to Oct. Owes to this just engagement.

Oct. Slack no time
To enter on your fortunes.—Thou art careful,
My Troylo, in the study of a duty.
His name is ?-

Troy. Livio.
Liv. Livio, my good lord.
Oct. Again, you're welcome to us :—be as

[Apart to Troylo. Dear nephew, as

as thou’rt constant. — Men of

parts, Fit parts and sound, are rarely to be met with; But being met with, therefore to be cherish'd

5 We have been thirsty
In our pursuit.] i, e, sharp, eager, active.

With love and with supportance. While I stand, Livio can no way fall ;-yet, once more, welcome!

[Erit. Troy. An honourable liberality, Timely disposed, without delay or question, Commands a gratitude. Is not this better Than waiting three or four months at livery, With cup

and knee unto this chair of state, And to that painted arras, for a nodo From goodman-usher, or the formal secretary; Especially the juggler with the purse, That pays some shares, in all ? A younger bro

ther, Sometimes an elder, not well trimmd i' th' head

piece, May spend what his friend left, in expectation Of being turn'd out of service—for attendance ! Or marry a waiting-woman, and be damn’d for't To open laughter, and, what's worse, old beg

gary! What thinks my Livio of this rise at first? Is't not miraculous ?

Liv. It seems the bargain Was driv’n before between you.


And to that painted arras, for a nod,] The 4to reads, And to their painted arras for a need,which I do not understand. Troylo is evidently congratulating Livio on his entering at once into the good graces of his lord, without stooping (as was too frequently the case) to the meanness of flattering the proud and formal domestics of his patron's establishment, the steward, gentleman-usher, &c. If the reader prefers need to nod, I see no great objection. Cup and knee," I doubt not, should be “ сар and knee,” as we have it in the Sun's Darling: it was not usual to present the cup kneeling to any but princes.

Troy. 'Twas, and nothing
Could void it, but the peevish resolution
Of your dissent from goodness, as you call it;
A thin, a threadbare honesty, a virtue
Without a living to't.

Liv. I must resolve
To turn my sister whore ? speak a home-word
For my old bachelor lord ?-so! is't not so?
A trifle in respect to present means;
Here's all.

Troy. Be yet more confident; the slavery
Of such an abject office shall not tempt
The freedom of thy spirit : stand ingenious
To thine own fate, and we will practise wisely
Without the charge of scandal.

Liv. May it prove so! [Exeunt.


The Street.

Enter Secco, with a casting bottle, sprinkling his hat

and face, and a little looking-glass at his girdle ;8 setting his countenance.

Sec. Admirable! incomparably admirable! to be the minion, the darling, the delight of love; ’tis a very tickling to the marrow, a kissing i'th'

7 Stand ingenious

To thine own fate.] i. e. labour to forward the plans of fortune by thy own dexterity, &c.

* With a casting bottle.] A small phial for perfumes, sweet

blood, a bosoming the extacy, the rapture of virginity, soul and paradise of perfection,—ah!pity of generation, Secco, there are no more such



Spa. Oyes ! if any man, woman, or beast, have found, stolen, or taken up a fine, very fine male barber, of the age of above or under eighteen, more or less

Sec. Spadone, hold; what's the noise ?

Spa. Umph! pay the cryer. I have been almost lost myself in seeking you; here's a letter from

Sec. Whom, whom, my dear Spadone? whom?

Spa. Soft and fair ! an you be so brief, I'll return it whence it came, or look out a new owner. -Oyes!

Sec. Low, low! what dost mean? is't from the glory of beauty, Morosa, the fairest fair? be gentle to me; here's a ducat: speak low, prithee.

Spa. Give me one, and take t'other: ’tis from the party. (Gives him the letter.) Golden news,

believe it. Sec. Honest Spadone! divine Morosa! [Reads.

Spa. Fairest fair, quoth’a! so is an old rotten coddled mungrel, parcel bawd, parcel midwife; all the marks are quite out of her mouth ; not the stump of a tooth left in her head, to mumble the

waters, &c., which, in Ford's time, were in more general use than at present. For the fashion of wearing mirrors at the girdle, and in the hat, see Massinger, vol. iv. p. 8. and Jonson, vol. ii. p. 263.

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