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Ungrateful fair one; and, since you are such, I dare not force affection, or presume 'Tis lawful for me to proclaim myself,

To censure her discretion, that looks on me And what I have deserved.

As a weak man, and not her fancy's idol. Cleoru. Neglect and scorn

How I have loved, and how much I have sufFrom me, for this proud vaunt.

fered, Leost. You nourish, lady,

And with what pleasure undergone the burthen Your own dishonour in this harsh reply, Of my ambitious hopes (in aiming at And almost prove, what some hold of your sex, The glad possession of a happiness, You're all made up of passion : For, if reason The abstract of all goodness in mankind Or judgment could find entertainment with you, Can at no part deserve,) with my confession Or that you would distinguish of the objects Of mine own wants, is all that can plead for me. You look on in a true glass, not seduced But if that pure desires, not blended with By the false light of your too violent will, Foul thoughts, that like a river keeps his course, I should not need to plead for that which you Retaining still the clearness of the spring With joy should offer. Is my high birth a ble From whence it took beginning, may be thought mish?

Worthy acceptance; then I dare rise up, Or does my wealth, which all the vain expence And tell this gay man to his teeth, I never Of women cannot waste, breed loathing in you? Durst doubt her constancy, that, like a rock, The honours, I can call mine own, thought scan Beats off temptations, as that mocks the fury dals?

Of the proud waves; nor from my jealous fears Am I deformed, or, for my father's sins, Question that goodness, to which, as an altar Mulcted by Nature? If you interpret these Of all perfection, he, that truly loved, As crimes, 'tis fit I should yield up myself Should rather bring a sacrifice of service, Most miserably guilty. But, perhaps,

Than raze it with the engines of suspicion; (Which yet I would not credit) you have seen Of which, when he can wash an Æthiop white. This gallant pitch the bar, or bear a burden Leosthenes may hope to free himself; Would crack the shoulders of a weaker bond- But, till then, never. man;

Timag. Bold, presumptuous villain! Or any other boisterous exercise,

Pis. I will go farther, and make good upon Assuring a strong back, to satisfy

him, Your loose desires, insatiate as the grave. In the pride of all his honours, birth and forCleora. You are foul-mouthed.

tunes, Arch. Ill-mannered too.

He's more unworthy than myself. Leost. I speak

Leost. Thou liest. In the way of supposition, and entreat you, Timag. Confute him with a whip, and, the With all the fervour of a constant lover,

doubt decided, That you would free yourself from these asper- Punish him with a halter. sions,

Pis. O the gods ! Or any imputation black-tongued slander My ribs, though made of brass, cannot contain Could throw on your unspotted virgin whiteness; My heart, swoln big with rage~The lie! A whip! To which there is no easier way, than by

[Plucks off his disguise. Vouchsafing him your favour; him, to whom, Let fury then disperse these clouds, in which Next to the general, and the gods, and fautors, I long have marched, disguised; that, when they The country owes her safety.

know Timag. Are you stupid?

Whom they have injured, they may faint with 'Slight, leap into his arms, and there ask pardon

horror Oh!

you expect your slave's reply; no doubt Of my revenge, which, wretched men! expect, We shall have a fine oration: I will teach As sure as fate, to suffer! My spaniel to howl in sweeter language,

Leost. Ha! Pisander ? And keep a better method.

Timag. 'Tis the bold Theban! Arch. You forget

Asot. There's no hope for me then! The dignity of the place.

I thought I should have put in for a share, Diph. Silence !

And borne Cleora from them both : But now, Timol. Speak boldly.

This stranger looks so terrible, that I dare not Pis. 'Tis your authority gives me a tongue, So much as look on her. I should be dumb else; and I am secure,

Pis. Now, as myself, I cannot clothe my thoughts, and just defence, Thy equal at thy best, Leosthenes.In such an abject phrase, but 'twill appear For you, Timagoras, praise heaven you were Equal, if not above, my low condition.

born I need no bombast language, stolen from such Cleora's brother, 'tis your safest armour. As make nobility from prodigious terms. But I lose time. The base lie cast upon me, The hearers understand not; I bring with me I thus return: Thou art a perjured man, No wealth to boast of, neither can I number False and perfidious, and hast made a tender Uncertain fortune's favours with my merits ; Of love and service to this lady, when

thee :

Thy soul (if thou hast any) can bear witness, Upon the like occasions. The hurt's little
That thou were not thine own. For proof of this, They have committed, nor was ever cure
Look better on this virgin, and consider, But with some pain effected. I confess,
This Persian shape laid by, and she appearing In hope to force a grant of fair Cleora,
Ina Greekish dress, such as when first you saw her, I urged them to defend the town against you:
If she resemble not Pisander's sister,

Nor had the terror of your whips, but that
One called Statilia?

I was preparing for defence elsewhere, Leost. 'Tis the same! my guilt

So soon got entrance: in this I am guilty ; So chokes my spirits, I cannot deny

Now, as you please, your censure. My falsehood, nor excuse it.

Timol. Bring them in; Pis. This is she,

And, though you've given me power, I do entreat To whom thou wert contracted: This the lady, Such as have undergone their insolence, That, when tbou wert my prisoner, fairly taken It may not be offensive, though I study In the Spartan war, that begged thy liberty,

Pity more than revenge. And with it gave herself to thee, ungrateful!

Cor. 'Twill best become you. Statil. No more, sir, I entreat you: I perceive

Cleon. I must consent.
True sorrow in his looks, and a consent

Asot. For me, I'll find a time
To make me reparation in mine honour; To be revenged hereafter.
And then I am most happy.
Pis. The wrong done her

Enter GRACCULO, CIMBRIO, POLIPHRON, ZANDrew me from Thebes with a full intent to kill

THIA, and the other Slaves, with halters about

their necks. But this fair object met me in my fury,

Grac. Give me leave;
And quite disarmed me. Being denied to have her I'll speak for all.
By you, my lord Archidamus, and not able

Timol. What canst thou say, to hinder
To live far from her, love (the mistress of The course of justice ?
All quaint devices) prompted me to treat

Grac. Nothing. You may see
With a friend of mine, who, as a pirate, sold me We are prepared for hanging, and confess
For a slave to you, my lord, and gave my sister We have deserved it. Our most humble suit is,
As a present to Cleora.

We may not twice be executed. Timol. Strange meanders !

Timol. Twice! How mean'st thou ? Pis. There how I bare myself needs no relation. Grac. At the gallows first, and after in a ballad, But, if so far descending from the height Sung to some villainous tune. There are tenOf my then flourishing fortunes, to the lowest

groat rhymers Condition of a man, to have means only

About the town grown fat on these occasions. To feed my eye with the sight of what I honoured; Let but a chapel fall, or a street be fired, The dangers too I underwent, the sufferings; A foolish lover hang himself for pure love, The clearness of my interest, may deserve Or any such like accident, and before A noble recompence in your lawful favour; They are cold in their graves, some damned ditNow 'tis apparent that Leosthenes

ty's made, Can claim no interest in you, you may please Which makes their ghosts walk. Let the state To think upon my service.

take order Cleora. Sir, my want

For the redress of this abuse, recording Of power to satisfy so great a debt,

'Twas done by my advice, and, for my part, Makes me accuse my fortune; but if that, I'll cut as clean a caper from the ladder Out of the bounty of your mind, you think As ever merry Greek did. A free surrender of myself full payment,

Timol. Yet I think I gladly tender it.

You would shew more activity to delight Arch. With my consent too,

Your master for a pardon, All injuries forgotten.

Grac, O! I would dance Timag. I will study,

As I were all air and fire.

[Capers. In my future service, to deserve your favour Timol. And ever be And good opinion.

Obedient and humble? Leost. Thus I gladly fee

Grac. As his spaniel,
This advocate to plead forme. [Kissing STATILIA. Though he kicked me for exercise; and the like
Pis. You will find me

I promise for all the rest.
An easy judge. When I have yielded reasons Timol. Rise then, you have it.
Of your bondmen's falling off from their obedi All Slaves. Timoleon! Timoleon!
ence,

Timol. Cease these clamours.
Then after, as you please, determine of me. And now, the war being ended to our wishes,
I found their natures apt to mutiny

And such as went the pilgrimage of love, From your too cruel usage, and made trial Happy in full fruition of their hopes, How far they might be wroughton; to instruct you 'Tis lawful, thanks paid to the powers divine, To look with more prevention and care,

To drown our cares in hopest mirth and wine. To what they may hereafter undertake

(Ereunt.

THE

FATAL DOWRY.

BY

MASSINGER AND FIELD.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

AYMER, a singer, and keeper of a musick-house, MEN.

also dependant on NovALL junior. ROCHFORT, er-premier president of the parlia-| Advocates. ment of Dijon.

Three Creditors. CHARALOIS, a noble gentleman, son to the de- A Priest. ceased marshal.

A Taylor. Romont, a brave officer, friend to CHARALOIS. Barber. Novali, senior, premier president of the parlia- Perfumer. ment of Dijon.

Page.
Novall, junior, his son, in love with BEAUMELLE.

WOMEN.
DU CROY, president of the parliament of Dijan.
CHARMI, an advocate.

BEAUMELLE, daughter to ROCHFORT.
BEAUMONT, secretary to ROCHFORT.

FLORIMEL, servants to BEAUMELLE; the PONTALIER,

BELLAPERT, MALOTIN, friends of NoVALL junior.

latter the secret agent of No

VALL junior. LILADAM, a parasite, dependant on NoVALL Presidents, Captains, Soldiers, Moura junior,

ers;

Gaolers, Bailiffs, Servants,

SCENE, -Dijon,

ACT I.

your will;

But do your parts.
SCENE I.-A street before the Court of Justice. Charmi, I love the cause so well,

As I could run the hazard of a check for it, Enter CHARALOIs with a paper, Romont, and

Rom. From whom?
CHARMI.

Charmi. Some of the bench, that watch to gave Charmi. Sir, I may move the court to serve

it,

More than to do the office that they sit for: But therein shall both wrong you and myself. But give me, sir, my fee, Rom. Why think you so, sir ?

Rom. Now you are noble. Charmi. 'Cause I am familiar

Charmi. I shall deserve this better yet, in giving With what will be their answer: They will say, My lord some council, if he please to hear it, 'Tis against law, and argue me of ignorance, Than I shall do with pleading. For offering them the motion.

Rom. What may it be, sir? Rom. You know not, sir,

Charmi. That it would please his lordship, as How, in this cause, they may dispense with law,

the presidents And thereforeframe not you their answer for them, And counsellors of court come by, to stand

since,

Here, and but shew himself, and to some one What can persuasion, though made eloquent
Or two make his request: There is a minute, With grief, work upon such as have changed na-
When a man's presence speaks in his own cause,

ture More than the tongues of twenty advocates.

With the most savage beast? Blest, blest be ever Rom. I have urged that.

The memory of that happy age, when justice

Had no guards to keep off wronged innocence Enter ROCHFORT and Du CROY. From flying to her succours, and, in that, Charmi. Their lordships here are coming,

Assurance of redress! Where now, Romont, I must go get me a place. You'll find me in court, The damned with more ease may ascend from hell, And at your service.

(Exit CHARMI. Than we arrive at her. One Cerberus there Rom. Now, put on your spirits !

Forbids the passage; in our courts a thousand, Du Croy. The ease that you prepare yourself, As loud and fertile-headed; and the client, my lord,

That wants the sops to fill their ravenous throats, In giving up the place you hold in court, Must hope for no access. Why should I, then, Will prove, 1 fear, a trouble in the state, Attempt impossibilities, you, friend, being And that no slight one.

Too well acquainted with my dearth of means Roch. Pray you, sir, no more.

To make my entrance that way?
Rom. Now, sir, lose not this offered means :

Rom. Would I were not!
Their looks,

But, sir, you have a cause, a cause so just,
Fixed on you with a pitying earnestness, Of sạch necessity, not to be deferred,
Invite you to demand their
furtherance

As would compeľ a maid, whose foot was never
To your good purpose. This is such a dulness, Set o'er her father's threshold, nor, within
So foolish and untimely, as

The house where she was born, ever spake word Du Croy. You know him?

Which was not usherd with pure virgin blushes, Roch. I do; and much lament the sudden fall To drown the tempest of a pleader's tongue, Of his brave house. It is young Charalois, And force corruption to give back the hire Şon to the marshal, from whom he inherits It took against her. Let examples move you. His fame and virtues only.

You see men great in birth, esteem, and fortune, Rom. Ha! they name you.

Rather than lose a scruple of their right, Du Croy. His father died in prison two days Fawn basely upon such, whose gowns put off,

They would disdain for servants. Roch. Yes, to the shame of this ungrateful Char. And to these can I become a suitor ? state;

Rom. Without loss : That such a master in the art of war,

Would you consider, that, to gain their favours, So noble, and so highly meriting

Our chastest dames put off their modesties,
From this forgetful country, should, for want Soldiers forget their honours, usurers
Of means to satisfy his creditors

Make sacrifice of gold, poets of wit,
The sums he took up for the general good, And men religious part with fame and goodness.
Meet with an end so infamous.

Be therefore won to use the means that may Rom. Dare you ever hope for like opportunity? | Advance your pious ends. Du Croy. My good lord !

Char. You shall overcome. Roch. My wish bring comfort to you!

Rom. And you receive the glory. Pray you Du Croy. The time calls us.

now practise. Roch. Good morrow, colonel !

'Tis well. [Ereunt Rochfort and Du Croy. Enter NovALL senior, LILADAM, Advocates, and Rom. This obstinate spleen,

three Creditors. You think becomes your sorrow, and sorts wellWith your black suits: But, grant me wit or Char. (Tenders his petition.] Not look on judgment,

me! And, by the freedom of an honest man,

Rom. You must have patience -Offer it And a true friend to boot, I swear, 'tis shame

again. ful;

Char. And be again contemned ! And therefore flatter not yourself with hope, Nov. sen. I know what's to be done. Your sable nabit, with the hat and cloak,

i Cred. And, that your lordship No, though the ribbons help, have power to Will please to do your knowledge, we offer first work them

Our thankful hearts here, as a bounteous earnest To what you would : For those, that had no eyes To what we will add. To see the great acts of your father, will not, Nov. sen. One word more of this, From any fashion sorrow can put on,

I am your enemy. Am I a man, Be taught to know their duties.

Your bribes can work on? Ha! Char. If they will not,

Lilad. Friends, you mistake
They are too old to learn, and I too young The way to win my lord; he must not hear this,
To give them counsel ; since, if they partake

But I, as one in favour in his sight,
The understanding and the hearts of men, May hearken to you for my profit. Sir!
They will prevent my words and tears: If not, Pray hear them,

Nov. sen. 'Tis well.

Rom. I know you for Lilad. Observe him now.

The worst of spirits, that strive to rob the tombs Nov. sen. Your cause being good, and your pro Of what is their inheritance, the dead : ceedings so,

For usurers bred by a riotous peace, Without corruption I am your friend;

That hold the charter of your wealth and freeSpeak your desires.

dom, 2 Cred. Oh, they are charitable ;

By being knaves and cuckolds; that ne'er prayed, The marshal stood engaged unto us three, But when you fear the rich heirs will grow wise, Two hundred thousand crowns, which, by his To keep their lands out of your parchment toils ; death,

And then, the devil, your father, is called upon, We are defeated of. For which great loss To invent some ways of luxury ne'er thought on. We aim at nothing but his rotten flesh; Be gone, and quickly, or I'll leave no room Nor is that cruelty.

Upon your foreheads for your horns to sprout on; 1 Cred. I have a son

Without a murmur, or I will undo you,
That talks of nothing but of guns and armour, For I will beat you honest.
And swears he'll be a soldier'; 'tis an humour i Cred. Thrift forbid !
I would divert biim from; and I am told,

We will bear this rather than hazard that.
That if I minister to him, in his drink,

[Ereunt Creditors. Powder made of this bankrupt marshal's bones, Provided that the carcase rot above ground,

Rementer CHARALOIS. 'Twill cure his foolish frenzy.

Rom. I am somewhat eased in this yet. Noo. sen. You shew in it

Char. Only friend, A father's care. I have a son myself,

To what vain purpose do I make my sorrow A fashionable gentleman, and a peaceful: Wait on the triumph of their eruelty? And, but I am assured he is not so given, Or teach their pride, from my humility, He should take of it too.

To think it has o'ercome? They are determined Charal, Sir.

What they will do, and it may well become me, Nov. sen. What are you?

To rob them of the glory they expect
Charal. A gentleman.

From my submiss entreaties.
Nov. sen. So are many that rake dunghills. Rom. Think not so, sir :
If you have any suit, move it in court:

The difficulties that you encounter with,
I take no papers in corners.

[Erit Will erown the undertaking-Heaven! you weep, Rom. Yes, as the matter may be carried, and And I could do so too; but that I know, whereby

There's more expected from the son and friend To manage the conveyance_ Follow him. Of him whose fatal loss now shakes our natures, Lilad. You're rude: I say he shall not pass. Than sighs or tears, in which â village nurse,

[Exeunt CHARALOIs, and Advocates. Or cunning strumpet, when her knave is hanged, Rom. You say so! On what assurance ? May overcome us. We are men, young lord, For the well-cutting of his lordship’s corns, Let us not do like women. To the court, Picking his toes, or any office else

And there speak like your birth : Wake sleeping Nearer to baseness !

justice, Lilad. Look upon me better;

Or dare the axé. This is a way will sort Are these the ensigns of so coarse a fellow? With what you are: I call you not to that Be well advised.

I will shrink from myself; I will deserve Rom. Out, rogue! do not I know

Your thanks, or suffer with you - how bravely These glorious weeds spring from the sordid That sudden fire of anger shews in you! dunghill

Give fuel to its since you are on a shelf Of thy officious baseness? Wert thou worthy Of extreme danger, suffer like yourself, (Ereunt.

any thing from me, but my contempt, I would do more than this — [Beats him.] more, SCENE II.-The Court of Justice.

you court-spider! Lilad. But that this man is lawless, he should Enter ROCHFORT, NOVALL, sen. Presidents, find.

CHARMI, DU CROY, BEAUMONT, Adducates, That I am valiant.

Officers, and three Creditors. 1 Cred. If your ears are fast,

Du Croy. Your lordships seated, may this 'Tis nothing. What's a blow or two? As much.

meeting prove 2 Cred. These chastisements as useful are as Prosperous to us, and to the general good of Bürfrequent

gundy! To such as would

grow
rich.

Nov.

sen. Speak to the point. Rom. Are they so, rascals? I will befriend you Du Croy-Which is then

(Kicks them. With honour to dispose the place and power 1 Cred. Bear witness, sírs !

Of premier president, which this reverend man, Lilad. Trath, I have borne my patt already, Grave Rochfort(whom for honour's sake I name) friends!

Is purposed to resign; a place, my lords, In the court you shall have more. [Exit. I In which he hath with such integrity

Of

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