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Bella. Uds-light ! enjoy your wishes : 'whilst | taylor in Christendom; he hath made you look I live,

like an angel in your cloth-of-tissue doublet. One way or other you shall crown your will. Pont. This is a three-legged lord ; there is a Would you have him your husband that you love, fresh assault. Oh! that men should spend time And can it not be ? he is your servant, though, thus !-See, see how her blood drives to her heart, And may perform the office of a husband. and strait vaults to her cheeks again ! Beaumel. But there is honour, wench.

Malot. What are these? Bella. Such a disease

Pont. One of them there, the lower, is a good, There is indeed, for which ere I would die. foolish, knavish, sociable gallimaufry of a man,

Beaum. Prithee, distinguish me a maid and wife and has much caught my lord with singing; he is

Bella. 'Faith, madam, one may bear any man's master of a music house. The other is his dreschildren, t'other must bear no man's.

sing block, upon whom my lord lays all his cloaths Beaumel. What is a husband ?

and fashions, ere he vouchsafes them his own Bella. Physick, that, tumbling in your belly, person; you shall see him in the morning in the will make you sick in the stomach. The only dis- galley-foist, at noon in the bullion, in the evening tinction betwixt a husband and a servant is, the in Quirpo, and all night infirst will lie with you when he pleases; the last Malot. A bawdy-house. shall lie with you when you please. Pray tell me, Pont. If my lord deny, they deny; if he affirm, lady, do you love, to marry after, or would you they affirm: They skip into my lord's cast skins marry, to love after?

some twice a year; and thus they flatter to eat, eat Beaumel. I would meet love and marriage both to live, and live to praise my lord. at once.

Malot. Good sir, tell me one thing. Bella. Why then you are out of the fashion, Pont. What's that? and will be contemned : for I will assure you, Malot. Dare these men ever fight on any cause? there are few women in the world, but either Pont. Oh, no, 'twould spoil their clothes, and they have married first, and loved after; or love put their bands out of order. first, and married after. You must do as you Nov. jun. Mistress, you hear the news? Your may, not as you would ; your father's will is the father has resigned his presidentship to my lord goal you must fly to. If a husband approach my father. you, you would have further off, is he you love, Malot. And lord Charalois undone for ever. the less near you ? A husband in these days is Pont. Troth, 'tis pity, sir. but a cloak, to be oftener laid upon your bed, A braver hope of so assured a father than in your bed.

Did never comfort France. Beaumel. Hum !

Lilad. A good dumb mourner. Bella. Sometimes you may wear him on your Aymer. A silent black. shoulders; now and then under your arm ; but Nov. jun. Oh, fie upon him, how he wears his seldom or never let him cover you, for 'tis not

clothes! the fashion.

As if he had come this Christmas from St Omers,

To see his friends, and returned after twelfth-tide. Enter Novall junior, PONTALIER, MALOTIN,

Lilad. His colonel looks finely like a droverLILADAM, and AYMER.

Nov. jun. That had a winter lain perdue in Nov. jun. Best day to nature's curiosity,

the rain. Star of Dijon, the lustre of all France !

Aymer. What, he that wears a clout about his Perpetual spring dwell on thy rosy cheeks,

neck, Whose breath is perfume to our continent ! His cuffs in his pocket, and his heart in his mouth? See ! Flora trimmed in her varieties.

Nov. jun. Now, out upon him! Bella. Oh, divine lord!

Beaumel. Servant, tie my hand. Nov. jun. No autumn nor noage ever approach

[Nov. jun. kisses her hand. This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought, How your lips blush, in scorn that they should pay She lost her needle, and did then despair Tribute to hands, when lips are in the way! Ever to work so lively and so fair !

Nov. jun. J thus recant; yet now your hand Lilad. Uds-light, my lord, one of the purls of

looks white,

Because your lips robbed it of such a right. Is, without all discipline,

out of his rank. Monsieur Aymer, I prithee sing the song, Nov. jun. How? I would not for a thousand Devoted to my mistress.

[Music. crowns she had seen it. Dear Liladam, reform it.

SONG. Bella. Oh, lord per se, lord ! Quintessence of honour! she walks not under a weed that could

A Dialogue between a Man and a Woman. deny thee any thing.

Man. Set, Phæbus ! set ; a fairer sun doth rise Beaumel. Prythee peace, wench! thou dost but From the bright radiance of my mistress' eyes blow the fire,

Than ever thou begat'st : I dare not look ; That flames too much already.

Each hair a golden line, each word a hook, (LILADAM and AYMER trim NoVALL, The more I strive, the more still I am took.

whilst BELLAPERT her lady. Wom. Fair servant ! come ; the day these eyes do Aymer. By gad, my lord, you have the divinest


your band

my saint.

Towarm thy blood, thou dost sodainly spend, Than I can be of all the bellowing mouths
Come, strangle breath.

That wait upon him to pronounce the censure, Man. What note so sweet as this,

Could it determine me torments and shame. That calls the spirits to a further bliss ? Submit and crave forgiveness of a beast ! Wom. Yet this but-savours wine, and this perfume. 'Tis true, this boil of state wears purple tissue, Man. Let's die; I languish, I consume.

Is high fed, proud; so is his lordship's borse,

And bears as rich caparisons. I know After the song, enter ROCHFORT and BEAUMONT. This elephant carries on his back not only

Beaum. Romont will come, sir, straight. Towers, castles, but the ponderous republic, Roch. 'Tis well.

And never stoops for it; with his strong-breathed Beaumel. My father!

trunk Nov. jun. My honourable lord !

Snuffs other's titles, lordships, offices, Roch. My lord Novall! this is a virtue in you, Wealth, bribes, and lives, under his ravenous jaws: So early up and ready before noon,

What's this unto my freedom? I dare die; That are the map of dressing through all France! And therefore ask this camel, if these blessings Nov. jun. I rise to say my prayers, sir; here's (For so they would be understood by a man)

But mollify one rudeness in his nature, Roch. 'Tis well and courtly ;—you must give Sweeten the eager relish of the law, me leave,

At whose great helm he sits. Helps he the poor I have some private conference with my daughter; In a just business ? Nay, does he not cross Pray use my garden : you shall dine with me. Every deserved soldier and scholar, Lilad. We'll wait on you.

As if, when nature made him, she had made Nov. jun. Good morn unto your lordship; The general antipathy of all virtue? Remember what you have vowed

How savagely and blasphemously he spake

[To BEAUMELLE. Touching the general, the brave general, dead! [Exeunt all but ROCHFORT and BeauMELLE. I must weep when I think on’t. Beaumel. Perform I must.

Roch. Sir, Roch. Why how now, Beaumelle? thou look'st Rom. My lord, I am not stubborn : I can melt, not well.

you see, Thou art sad of late ;-come cheer thee, I have And prize a virtue better than my life: found

For though I be not learned, I ever loved A wholesome remedy for these maiden fits; That holy mother of all issues good, A goodly oak whereon to twist my vine, Whose white hand, for a sceptre, holds a file Till her fair branches grow up to the stars. To polish roughest customs; and in you Be near at hand.-Success crown my intent ! She has her right: See! I am calm as sleep. My business fills my little time so full,

But whenI think of the gross injuries,
I cannot stand to talk; I know thy duty The godless wrong done to my general dead,
Is handmaid to my will, especially

I rave indeed, and could eat this Novall;
When it presents nothing but good and fit. A soulless dromedary!
Beaumel. Sir, I am yours.--Oh! if my fears Roch. Oh! be temperate.
prove true,

Sir, though I would persuade, I'll not constrain; Fate hath wronged love, and will destroy me too. Each man's opinion freely is his own,

(Exit BEAUMEL. Concerning any thing, or any body;

Be it right or wrong, 'tis at the judge's peril.
Enter ROMONT and Jailor.

Rom. Sent you for me, sir?
Roch. Yes.

Beaum. These men, sir, wait without ; my
Rom. Your lordship's pleasure ?

lord is come too. Roch. Keeper, this prisoner I will see forth Roch. Pay them those sums upon the table; take coming,

Their full releases:-Stay, I want a witness: Upon my word :—Sit down, good colonel. Let me intreat you, colonel, to walk in,

[ Exit Jailor. And stand but by to see this money paid ; Why I did wish you hither, noble sír,

It does concern you and your friend; it was Is to advise you from this iron carriage,

The better cause you were sent for, though said Which, so affected, Romont, you will wear;

otherwise. To pity, and to counsel you to submit

The deed shall make this my request more plain. With expedition to the great Novall :

Rom. I shall obey your pleasure, sir, though Recant your stern contempt and slight neglect

ignorant Of the whole court and him, and opportunely, To what it tends. Or you will undergo a heavy censure

[Ereunt ROMONT and BEAUMONT. In public, very shortly. Rom. Reverend sir,

Enter CHARALOIS. ,1 have observed you, and do know you well; Roch. Worthiest sir, And am now more afraid you know not me, , You are most welcome. Fie, no more of this ! By wishing my submission to Novall,

You have out-wept a woman, noble Charalois.

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to you,

No man but has or must bury a father.

Are taken off..
Char. Grave sir, I buried sorrow for his death Char. How?
In the grave with him. I did never think

Rom. Sir, it is most true.
He was immortalthough I vow I grieve, I am the witness.
And see no reason why the vicious,

i Cred. Yes, faith, we are paid. Virtuous, valiant, and unworthy men,

2 Cred. Heaven bless his lordship! I did think Should die alike.

him wiser. Roch. They do not.

3 Cred. He a statesman ! He an ass. Pay other Char. In the manner

men's debts ? Of dying, sir, they do not; but all die,

i Cred. That he was never bound for, And therein differ not: But I have done.

Rom. One more such I spied the lively picture of my father,

Would save the rest of pleaders. Passing your gallery, and that cast this water Char. Honoured RochfortInto mine eyes : See-foolish that I am, Lie still my tongue, and blushes scald my cheeks, To let it do so.

That offer thanks in words for such great deeds. Roch. Sweet and gentle nature !

Roch. Call in my daughter : still I have a suit How silken is this well comparatively

[Erit BEAUMONT. To other men! I have a suit to you, sir.

Would you requite me. Char. Take it; 'tis granted..

Rom. With his life, I assure you. Roch. What?

Roch. Nay, would you make me now your Char. Nothing, my lord.

debtor, sir ! Roch. Nothing is quickly granted. Char. Faith, my lord,

Re-enter BEAUMONT, with BEAUMELLE. That nothing granted is even all I have, This is my only child : What she appears, For, all know, I have nothing left to grant. Your lordship well may see: her education

Roch. Sir, have you any suit to me? I'll grant Follows not any; for her mind, I know it You something, anything.

To be far fairer than her shape, and hope Char. Nay, surely, I, that can

It will continue so. If now her birth Give nothing, will but sue for that again. Be not too mean for Charalois, take her, take No man will grant me anything I sue for, This virgin by the hand, and call her wife, But begging nothing, every man will give it. Endowed with all my fortunes. Bless me so, Roch. Sir, the love I bore your father, and the Requite me thus, and make me happier, worth

In joining my poor empty name to yours, I see in you, so much resembling his,

Than if my 'state were multiplied tenfold.

Char. Is this the payment, sir, that you expect? [Draws a curtain, and discovers a Table, Why, you precipitate me more in debt, with money and jewels upon it.

That nothing but my life can ever pay. Whatever you will take, gold, jewels, both, This beauty being your daughter, in which yoURS All, to supply your wants, and free yourself. I must conceive necessity of her virtue; Where heavenly virtue in high-blooded veins Without all dowry is a prince's aim: Is lodged, and can agree, men should kneel down, Then, as she is, for poor and worthless me Adore, and sacrifice all that they have;

How much too worthy! Waken me, Romont, And well they may, it is so seldom seen. That I may know I dreamed, and find this vaPut off your wonder, and here freely take,

Or send your servants: Nor, sir, shall you use, Rom. Sure I sleep not.
In aught of this, a poor man's fee, or bribe Roch. Your sentence-life or death.
Unjustly taken of the rich, but what's

Char. Fair Beaumelle, can you love me?
Directly gotten, and yet by the law.

Beaumel. Yes, my lord. Char. How ill, sir, it becomes those hairs to mock !

Enter Novall jun. PONTALIER, MALOtix, Roch. Mock! thunder strike me then.

LILADAM, and AYMER.--All salute. Char. You do amaze me:

Char. You need not question me if I can you: But you shall wonder too. I will not take You are the fairest virgin in Dijon, One single piece of this great heap. Why should I And Rochfort is your father. Borrow, that have no means to pay? nay, am Noo. jun. What's this change ? A very bankrupt, even in flattering hope

Roch. You meet my wishes, gentlemen. Of ever raising any. All my begging

Rom. What make Is Romont's liberty.

These dogs in doublets here?

Beaumel. A visitation, sir. Enter ROMONT, BEAUMONT, and Creditors

Char. Then thus, fair Beaumelle, I write my loaded with money.

faith, Roch. Here is your friend,

Thus seal it in the sight of Heaven and men ! Enfranchised ere you spake. I give him to you: Your fingers tie my heart-strings with this touch, And, Charalois, I give you to your friend, In true love-knots, which nought but death shali As free a man as he: Your father's debts


for here Th

And let these tears, an emblem of our loves, Pont. One word, my lord Novall !
Like crystal rivers individually

Nov. jun. What, thou wouldst money!—there! Flow into one another ; make one source,

Pont. No, I'll none, I'll not be bought a slave, Which never man distinguish, less divide ! A pander, or a parasite, for all Breath marry breath, and kisses mingle souls ; Your father's worth. Though you have saved my Two hearts and bodies here incorporate;

life, And, though with little wooing I have won, Rescued me often from my wants, I must not My future life shall be a wooing time,

Wink at your follies that will ruin you. And every day new as the bridal one.

You know my blunt way, and my love to truth: Oh, sir! I groan under your courtesies,

Forsake the pursuit of this lady's honour, More than my father's bones under his wrongs. Now you do see her made another man's, You, Curtius-like, have thrown into the gulf And such a man's, so good, so popular! Of this his country's foul ingratitude,

Or you will pluck a thousand mischiefs on you. Your life and fortunes, to redeem their shames. The benefits you've done me are not lost, Roch. No more, my glory! come, let's in, and Nor cast away ; they are pursed here in my heart; hasten

But let me pay you, sir, a fairer way, This celebration.

Than to defend your vices, or to sooth them. Rom. Mal. Pon. Beau. All fair bliss upon it! Nov. jun. Ha, ha ! what are my courses unto [Ereunt ROCHFORT, CHARALÓIS, Ro

thec? MONT, BEAUMONT, and MALOTIN. Good cousin Pontalier, meddle with that Nov. jun. Mistress !

That shall concern thyself. [Erit NovALL. Beuum. Oh servant ! Virtue strengthen me !

Pont. No more but scorn ? Thy presence blows round my affection's vane: Move on then, stars, work your pernicious will: You will undo me if you speak again.

Only the wise rule, and prevent your ill. [Erit.

(Erit BEAUMELLE. Lilad. Aym. Here will be sport for you. This Hautboys. Here a passage over the stage, while

works. (Ereunt LILADAM and AYMER. the act is playing for the marriage of CHARANoo. jun. Peace! peace!

Lols with BEAUMELLE, &C..


Bella. I will, SCENE I.-A Room in CHARALOIS' House. Relish and taste, and make the banquet easy.

You say my lady's married—I confess it : Enter Novall jun. and BELLAPERT. That Charalois hath enjoyed her-'tis most true: Nov. jun. Fly not to these excuses; thou That with her he's already master of hast been

The best part of my old lord's state-still better. False in thy promise--and, when I have said But that the first or last should be your hindrance, Ungrateful, all is spoken.

I utterly deny: For, but observe me, Bella. Good my lord ! but hear me only. While she went for, and was, I swear, a virgin, Nov. jun. To what purpose, trifler?

What courtesy could she with her honour give, Can any thing that thou canst say make void Or you receive with safety? Take me with you; The marriage? Or those pleasures but a dream, When I say courtesy, do not think I mean Which Charalois (oh Venus !) hath enjoyed ? A kiss, the tying of her shoe or garter, Bella. I yet could say that you receive ad- | An hour of private conference; those are trifles. vantage

In this word courtesy we, that are gamesters, In what you think a loss, would you vouchsafe

point at me;

The sport direct, where not alone the lover That you were never in the way till now Brings his artillery, but uses it; With safety to arrive at your desires;

Which word expounded to you, such a courtesy
That pleasure makes love to you, unattended Do you expect, and sudden.
By danger or repentance.

Nov. jun. But he tasted
Nov. jun. That I could

The first sweets, Bellapert.
But apprehend one reason how this might be ! Bell. He wrong'd you shrewdly!
Hope would not then forsake me.

He toild to climb up to the phoenix' nest,
Bella. The enjoying

And in his prints leaves your ascent more easy. Of what you most desire, I say the enjoying, I do not know, you that are perfect criticks Shall, in the full possession of your wishes, In woman's books, may talk of maidenheads Confirm that I am faithful,

Nov. jun. But for her marriage!
Nov. jun. Give some relish

Bella. 'Tis a fair protection
How this may appear possible.

'Gainst all arrests of fear or shame for ever VOL. I.

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poor shred

Such as are fair, and yet not foolish, study Of what I owe her honour.
To have one at thirteen; but they are mad

Rom. So I conceive it. That stay till twenty. Then, sir, for the plea Flor. I have observed too much, nor shall my sure,

silence To say adultery's sweeter, that is stale ;

Prevent the remedy:- yonder they are; This only is not the contentment more,

I dare not be seen with you. You may do To say, This is my cuckold, than my

rival? What you think fit, which will be, I presume, More I could say—but, briefly, she doats on you; The office of a faithful and tried friend If it prove otherwise, spare not, poison me To my young lord.

[Exit FLORIMEL With the next gold you give me.

Rom. This is no vision: Ha!

Nov. jun. With the next opportunity ?

Beaumel. By this kiss, and this, and this. Beaumel. How is this, servant ? courting my Nov. jun. That you would ever swear thus ! woman?

Rom. (Comes forward.] If I seem rude, your Bella. As an entrance to

pardon, lady ;-yours The favour of the mistress. You are together, I do not ask : Come, do not dare to shew me And I am perfect in my cué.

(Going A face of anger, or the least dislike; Beaumel. Stay, Bellapert.

Put on, and suddenly, a milder look; Bella. In this I must not, with your leave, I shall grow rough else. obey you.

Nov. jun. What have I done, sir, Your taylor and your tire-woman wait without, To draw this harsh unsavoury language from you? And stay my counsel and direction for

Rom. Done, popinjay! Why, dost thou think Your next day's dressing. I have much to do,

that, if Nor will your ladyship, now time is precious, Ie'er had dream't that thou hadst done me wrong. Continue idle; this choice lord will find

Thou shouldst outlive it?
So fit employment for you! [Erit BELLAPERT. Beaumel. This is something more
Beaumel. I shall grow angry.

Than lord's friendship gives commission for. Nov. jun. Not so; you have a jewel in her, Nov. jun. Your presence and the place make madam

him presume

Upon my patience.

Rom. As if thou e'er wert angry
I had forgot to tell your ladyship,

But with thy taylor! and yet

that The closet is private, and your couch there Can bring more to the making up of a man, readv;

Than can be hoped from thee: Thou art his creaAnd, if you please that I shall lose the key,

ture, But say so, and 'tis done.

(Exit. And, did he not each morning new create thee, Beaumei. You come to chide me, servant, and Thou'dst stink and be forgotten. I will not bring with you

change Sufficient warrant. You will say, and truly, One syllable more with thee, until thou bring My father found too much obedience in me, Some testimony, under good men's hands, By being won too soon; yet, if you please Thou art a Christian : I suspect thee strongly, But to remember, all my hopes and fortunes And will be satisfied; 'till which time, keep Had reference to his liking, you will grant,

from me. That though I did not well towards you, I yet The entertainment of your visitation Did wisely for myself.

Has made what I intended one a business. Nov. jun. With too much fervour

Nov. jun. So we shall meet-Madam ! I have so long loved, and still love you, mistress, Rom. Use that leg again, and I'll cut off the To esteem that an injury to me,

other. Which was to you convenient; that is past Nov. jun. Very good.

[Erit Nov. My help, is past my cure. You yet may, lady, Rom. What a perfume the muskcat leaves be In recompence of all my duteous service,

hind bim ! (Provided that your will answer your power) Do you admit him for a property, Become creditress.

To save your

charges, lady? Beaumel. I understand you;

Beaumel. 'Tis not useless,
And for assurance the request you make Now you are to succeed him;
Shall not be long unanswered, pray you sit;

Rom. So I respect you,
And by what you shall hear, you'll easily find Not for yourself, but in remembrance of
My passions are much fitter to desire,

Who is your father, and whose wife you now are, Than to be sued to.

That I chuse rather not to understand

Your nasty scoff, thanEnter ROMONT ard FLORIMEL behind.

Beaumel. What, you will not beat me, Flor. Sir, it is not envy

If I expound it to you! Here's a tyrant At the start my fellow has got of me in

Spares neither man nor woman ! My lady's good opinion, that is the motive Rom. My intents, of this discovery; but the due payment

Madam, deserve not this; nor do I stay


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