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Such as are fair, and yet not foolish, study Of what I owe her bonour.
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?
Enter BEAUMELLE.

Beuumel. 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 cue. [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! (Exit BELLAPERT. Beaumel. This is something more
Beaumel. I shall grow angry.

Than

my 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.
Re-enter BELLAPERT.

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

But with thy taylor ! and yet that poor shred The closet is private, and your couch there can bring more to the making up of a man, ready;

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 thce, Beaunel. 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

Noc. jun. Very good.

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

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

To save your charges, lady? Beaumei. 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, than
Enter Romont and 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

To be the whetstone of your wit: preserve it

You are angry

with me, and poor I laugh at it. To spend on such as know how to admire Do you come from the camp, which affords only Such coloured stuff. In me there now speaks The conversation of cast suburb whores, to you

To set down to a lady of my rank As true a friend and servant to your honour, Limits of entertainment? And one that will with as much hazard guard it, Rom. Sure a legion has possest this woman! As ever man did goodness. But then, lady, Beaumel. One stamp more would do well : yet You must endeavour not alone to be,

I desire not But to appear, worthy such love and service. You should grow horn-mad till you have a wife. Bcaumel. To what tends this?

You are come to warm meat, and perhaps clean Rom. Why, to this purpose, lady.

linen; I do desire you should prove such a wife Feed, wear it, and be thankful. For me, know, To Charalois (and such a one he merits) That though a thousand watches were set on me, As Cæsar, did he live, could not except at; And you the master-spy, I yet would use Not only innocent from crime, but free

The liberty that best likes me. I will revel, From all taint and suspicion.

Feast, kiss, embrace, perhaps grant larger faBiuumel. They are base that judge me other

vours; wise.

Yet such as live upon my means shall know Rom. But yet be careful:

They must not murmur at it. If my lord Detraction's a bold monster, and fears not Be now grown yellow, and has chose out you To wound the fame of princes, if it find To serve his jealousy this way, tell him this: But any blemish in their lives to work on. You have something to inform him. But I'll be plainer with you: had the people

[Erit BEAUMELLE. Been learnt to speak but what even now I saw, Rom. And I will; Their malice out of that would raise an engine Believe it, wicked one, I will. Hear, heaven, To overthrow your honour. In my sight, But, hearing, pardon me; if these fruits grow With yonder painted fool I frighted from you, Upon the tree of marriage, let me shun it, You used familiarity beyond

As a forbidden sweet. An heir and rich, A modest entertainment: you embraced him Young, beautiful, yet add to this—a wife, With too much ardour for a stranger, and And I will rather chuse a spittle sinner, Met him with kisses neither chaste nor comely. Carted an age before, though three parts rotten, But learn you to forget him, as I will

And take it for a blessing, rather than Your bounties to him; you will find it safer Be fettered to the hellish slavery Rather to be uncourtly than immodest.

Of such an impudence.
Beaumel. This pretty rag about your neck
shews well,

Enter BEAUMONT with writings.
And, being coarse and little worth, it speaks you Beaum. Colonel, good fortune
As terrible as thrifty.

To meet you

thus !

you look sad, but I'll tell you Rom. Madam!

Something that shall remove it. O how happy Beanmel. Yes:

Is my lord Charalois in his fair bride! And this strong belt, in which you hang your ho- Rom. A happy man indeed !-pray you, in nour,

what? Will outlast twenty scarfs.

Beaum. I dare swear, you would think so good Rom. What mean you, lady?

a lady Beaumel. And then all else about you cap-a- A dower sufficient. pee,

Rom. No doubt. But on. So uniform in spite of handsomeness,

Beaum. So fair, so chaste, so virtuous, som Shews such a bold contempt of comeliness,

indeed That 'tis not strange your laundress in the lea- All that is excellent ! guer

Rom. Women have no cunning to gull the Grew mad with love of you.

world! Rom. Is my free counsel

Beaum. Yet to all these, my lord, Answered with this ridiculous scorn ?

Her father gives the full addition of Beaumel. These objects

All he does now possess in Burgundy: Stole very much of my attention from me; These writings to confirm it are new sealed, Yet something I remember, to speak truth, And I most fortunate to present him with them; Delivered gravely, but to little purpose,

I must go seek him out. Can you direct me? That almost would have made me swear, some

kom. You will find him breakiny a young curate

horse. Had stolen into the person of Romont,

Beaum. I thank you.

[Erit BEAUMONT. And, in the praise of good-wife honesty,

Rom. I must do something worthy Charalois' Had read an homily.

friendship Rom. By this hand

If she were well inclined, to keep her so Beaumel. And sword;

Deserved not thanks; and yet, to stay a woman, I will makeupyour oath, it will want weight else. | Spurred headlong by hot lust to her own ruin,

more

Is harder than to prop a falling tower

Roch. Does your fine story begin from this? With a deceiving reed.

Beaumel. I thought a parting kiss

From young Novall would have displeased no Enter ROCHFORT, speaking to a Servant within. Roch. Some one seek for me,

Than heretofore it hath done; but I find As soon as he returns.

I must restrain such favours now : look, therefore, Rom. Her father! ha!

As you are careful to continue mine,
How if I break this to him? Sure it cannot That I no more be visited. I'll endure
Meet with an ill construction. His wisdom, The strictest course of life that jealousy
Made powerful by the authority of a father, Can think secure enough, ere my behaviour
Will warrant and give privilege to his counsels. Shall call my fame in question.
It shall be so-my lord!

Rom. Ten dissemblers
Roch. Your friend, Romont:

Are in this subtle devil !_You believe this? Would you aught with me?

Roch. So far, that if you trouble me again Rom. I stand so engaged

With a report like this, I shall not only To your so many favours, that I hold it

Judge you malicious in your disposition, A breach in thankfulness, should I not discover, But study to repent what I have done Though with some imputation to myself,

To such a nature. All doubts that may concern you.

Rom. Why, 'tis exceeding well. Roch. The performance

Roch. And for you, daughter, off with this, off Will make this protestation worth my thanks.

with it!
Rom. Then, with your patience, lend me your I have that confidence in your goodness, I,
attention;

That I will not consent to have you live
For what I must deliver, whispered only, Like to a recluse in a cloister: Go,
You will with too much grief receive.

Call in the gallants, let them make you merry

Use all fit liberty. Enter BEAUMELLE and BELLAPERT, behind.

Bella. Blessing upon you ! Beaumel. See, wench !

If this new preacher, with the sword and feather, Upon my life, as I forespake, he's now

Could prove his doctrine for canonical, Preferring his complaint ; but be thou perfect, We should have a fine world. [Erit BELLAPERT And we will fit him.

Roch. Sir, if you please Bella. Fear not me, pox on him!

To bear yourself as fits a gentleman, A captain turned informer against kissing; The house is at your service; but, if not, Would he were hanged up in his rusty armour !– Though you seek company elsewhere, your abBut, if our fresh wits cannot turn the plots

sence Of such a mouldy murrion on itself,

Will not be much lamented. (Exit ROCHFORT. Rich clothes, choice fare, and a true friend at a Rom. If this be call,

The recompense of striving to preserve With all the pleasures the night yields, forsake us! A wanton giglet honest, very shortly Roch. This in my daughter! Do not wrong 'Twill make all mankind panders.-Do you smile, her.

Good lady looseness? Your whole sex is like you, Bella. Now begin :

And that man's mad that seeks to better any: The game's afoot, and we in distance.

What new change have you next? Beaumel. (Comes forward.] 'Tis thy fault, Beaumel. Oh, fear not you, sir! foolish girl! pin on my veil,

I'll shift into a thousand, but I will
I will not wear those jewels. Am I not

Convert your heresy.
Already matched beyond my hopes ? Yet still Rom. What heresy? speak!
You prune and set me forth, as if I were

Beaumel. Of keeping a lady that is married, Again to please a suitor.

From entertaining servants.
Bella. 'Tis the course
That our great ladies take.

Enter NOVALL jun. MALOTIN, LILADAM, AYBeaumel. A weak excuse !

MER, and PONTALIER.
Those that are better seen in what concerns O, you're welcome!
A lady's honour and fair fame, condemn it. Use any means to vex him,
You wait well! in your absence, my lord's friend, And then with welcome follow me.
The understanding, grave, and wise Romont-

[Erit BEAUMEL. Rom. Must I be still her sport ! [ Aside. Nov. jun. You are tired Beaumel. Reproved me for it;

With your grave exhortations, colonel ! And he has travelled to bring home a judgment, Lilad. How is it? Faith, your lordship may do Not to be contradicted. You will say

well My father, that owes more to years than he, To help him to some church-preferment: 'Tis Has brought me up to music, language, court- The fashion now for men of all conditions, ship,

However they have lived, to end that way. And I must use them: True but not to offend, Aymer. That face would do well in a surplice. Or render me suspected.

Rom. Rogues, be silent-or

Pont. S'death!' will you suffer this?

To throw aspersions on him? Or so weakly Rom. And you, the master rogue, the coward Protected his own honour, as it should rascal,

Need a defence from any but himself? I shall be with you suddenly.

They're fools that judge me by my outward seemNov. jun. Pontalier,

ing
If I should strike him, I know I should kill him: Why should my gentleness beget abuse?
And therefore I would have thee beat him, for The lion is not angry that does sleep,
He is good for nothing else.

Nor every man a coward that can weep.
Lilud. His back

For God's sake, speak the cause.
Appears to me, as it would tire a beadle ;

Rom. Not for the world.
And then he has a knotted brow, would bruise Oh! it will strike disease into your bones,
A court-like hand to touch it.

Beyond the cure of physick ; drink your blood, Aymer. He looks like

Rob you of all your rest, contract your sight, A currier, when his hides grow dear.

Leave you no eyes but to see misery, Pont. Take heed he curry not some of you. And of your own; nor speech, but to wish thus, Noo, jun. Gads me! he is angry.

Would † had perished in the prison's jaws, Rom. I break no jests, but I can break my From whence I was redeemed! 'Twill wear you old, sword

Before you have experience in that art About your pates.

That causes your affliction.

Char. Thou dost strike
Enter CHARALOIS and BEAUMONT.

A deathful coldness to my heart's high heat, Lilad. Here's more.

And shrink'st my liver like the calenture. Aynner. Come, let us begone :

Declare this foe of mine and life's, that like We are beleaguered.

A man I may encounter and subdue it. Noc. jun. Look, they bring up their troops. It shall not have one such effect in me

Pont. Will you sit down with this disgrace? As thou denouncest: With a soldier's arm, You are abused most grossly.

If it be strength, I'll meet it ; Lilad. I grant you, sir, we are; and you would If a fault belonging to my mind, I'll cut it off have us

With mine own reason, as a scholar should. Stay, and be more abused.

Speak, though it make me monstrous,
Nov. jun. My lord, I am sorry

Rom. I will die first.
Your house is so inhospitable, we must quit it. Farewell! continue merry, and high heaven

(Ereunt all but CHARALOIS and ROMONT. Keep your wife chaste !
Char. Prythee, Romont, what caused this up- Char. Hum!-Stay, and take this wolf
roar ?

Out of my breast, that thou hast lodged there, or Rom. Nothing ;

For ever lose me. They laughed, and used their scurvy wits upon me.

Rom. Lose not, sir, yourself, Char. Come, 'tis thy jealous nature: but I And I will venture-so, the door is fast. wonder

[Locks the door. That you, which are an honest man and worthy, Now, noble Charalois, collect yourself, Should foster this suspicion : No man laughs, Summon your spirits, muster all your strength No one can whisper, but thou apprehendest That can belong to man; sift passion His conference and his scorn reflect on thee : From every vein, and, whatsoe'er ensues, For my part, they should scoff their thin wits out, Upbraid not me hereafter, as the cause of So I not heard them; beat me, not being there. Jealousy, discontent, slaughter and ruin: Leave, leave these fits to conscious men, to such Make me not parent to sin. You will know As are obnoxious to those foolish things This secret that I burn with As they can gibe at.

Char. Devil on't, Rom. Well, sir.

What should it be! Romont, I heard you

wish Char. Thou art known

My wife's continuance of chastity. Valiant without defect, rightly defined,

Rom. There was no hurt in that. Which is as fearing to do injury,

Char. Why, do you know As tender to endure it; not a brabbler,

A likelihood, or possibility, unto the contrary ? A swearer

Rom. I know it not, but doubt it; these the Rom. Pish, pish! what needs this, my

lord?

grounds : If I be known none such, how vainly you The servant of your wife now, young Novall, Do cast away good counsel! I have loved you, The son unto your father's enemy, And yet must freely speak; so young a tutor (Which aggravates my presumption the more) Fits not so old a soldier as I am :

I have been warned of, touching her :-nay, seen And I must tell you, 'twas in your behalf

them I grew enraged thus ; yet had rather die Tied heart to heart, one in another's arms, Than open the great cause a syllable further. Multiplying kisses, as if they meant

Char. In my behalf? Wherein hath Charalois To pose arithmetic, or whose eyes would Unfitly so demeaned himself, to give

Be first burnt out with gazing on the other's, The least occasion to the loosest tongue I saw their months engender, and their palm 3

Glewed, as if love had locked them; their words Which now thy tardy sluggishness will admit. flow

Would I had seen thee graved with thy great sire, And melt each other's, like two circling flames, Ere live to have men's marginal fingers point Wherechastity, like a phenix, methought, burned, At Charalois, as a lamented story! But left the world nor ashes nor an heir.- An emperor put away his wife for touching Why stand you silent thus ? What cold dull Another man; but thou wouldst have thine phlegm,

tasted, As if you had no drop of choler mixed

And keep her, I think.-Phoh! I am a fire In your whole constitution, thus prevails, To warm a dead man, that waste out myself. To fix you now thus stupid, hearing this? Bleed—What a plague, a vengeance, is't to me,

Char. You did not see him on my couch within, If you will be a cuckold ? Here I shew Like George a-horseback, on her, nor a-bed: A sword's point to thee, this side you may shun, Rom, No.

Or that, the peril ; if you will run on,
Char. Ha! ha!

I cannot help it.
Rom. Laugh you! E'en so did your wife, Char. Didst thou never see me
And her indulgent father.

Angry, Romont?
Char. They were wise:

Rom. Yes, and pursue a foe Would'st have me be a fool?

Like lightning. Rom. No, but a man.

Char. Prithee, see me so no more. Char. There is no dram of manhood to sus- I can be so again.—Put up thy sword : · pect,

And take thyself away, lest I draw mine. On such thin airy circumstance as this ;

Rom. Come, fright your foes with this, sir; I Mere compliment and courtship. Was this tale

am your friend, The hideous monster which you so concealed ? And dare stand by you thus. Away, thou curious impertinent,

Chur. Thou’rt not my friend;
And idle searcher of such lean, nice, toys! Or being so, thou’rt mad; I must not buy
Go, thou seditious sower of debate !

Thy friendship at this rate. Had I just cause,
Fly to such matches, where the bridegroom doubts Thou know'st I durst pursue such injury
He holds not worth enough to countervail Through fire, air, water, earth, nay, were they
The virtue and the beauty of his wife !

all Thou buzzing drone, that 'bout my ears dost Shuffled again to chaos ; but there's none. hum,

Thy skill, Romont, consists in camps, not courts. To strike thy rankling sting into my heart, Farewell, uncivil man ! let's meet no more : Whose venom, time nor medicine could assuage, Here our long web of friendship I untwist. Thus do I put thee off, and, confident

Shall I go whine, walk pale, and lock my wife, In mine own innocency and desert,

For nothing, from her birth's free liberty, Dare not conceive her so unreasonable,

That opened mine to me? Yes; if I do, To put Novall in balance against me ;

The name of cuckold then dog me with scorn! An upstart, craned up to the height he has. I am a Frenchman, no Italian born. [Erit. Hence, busy body! thou’rt no friend to me, Rom. A dull Dutch rather :-Fall and cool, my That must be kept to a wife's injury.

blood ! Rom. Is't possible?-Farewell, fine honest man! Boil not in zeal of thy friend's hurt so high, Sweet-tempered lord, adieu! What apoplexy That is so low, and cold himself in it! woman, Hath knit sense up? Is this Romont's reward? How strong art thou! how easily beguiled! Bear witness, the great spirit of thy father, How thou dost rack us by the very horns ! With what a healthful hope I did administer Now wealth, I see, change manners and the This potion, that hath wrought so virulently! I not accuse thy wife of act, but would

Something I must do, mine own wrath to assuage, Prevent her precipice to thy dishonour, And note my friendship to an after-age. (Erit.

man.

ACT IV.

burnt me. Oh ! fie upon it!- lord! he has SCENE I.- A Room in NOVALL's House.

made me smell, for all the world, like a flax, or a

red-headed woman's chamber : Powder, powder, NovALL junior discovered seated before a look powder! ing-glass, with a Barber and Perfumer dress

Perf. Oh, sweet lord ! ing his hair, while a Tailor adjusts a new suit

Page. That's his perfumer. which he wears. 'LILADAM, AYMER, and Page

Tail. Oh, dear lord! attending

Page. That's his tailor.

Nov. jun. Monsieur Liladam! Aymer ! how Nov. jun. Mend this a little: Pox! thou hast I allow you the model of these clothes?

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