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Aymer. Admirably, admirably; oh, sweet lord ! Noo. jun. "Pox o'this glass! It flatters. I could assuredly it is pity the worms should eat thee.

find in my heart to break it. Page: Here is a fine cell! a lord, a taylor, a Page. O, save the glass, my lord ! and break perfumer, a barber, and a pair of monsieurs : their heads: They are the greater flatterers, I asThree to three, as little wit in the one, as hones

sure you. ty in the other. S'foot, I'll into the country again, Aymer. Flatters! detracts, impairs.--Yet, put learn to speak truth, drink ale, and converse with my father's tenants: here I hear nothing all day, Lest thou, dear lord, Narcissus-like, should'st doat but-upon my soul ! as I am a gentleman, and Upon thyself, and die ; and rob the world an honest man!

Of Nature's copy, that she works form by. Aymer. I vow and affirm, your taylor must Lilad. Oh, that I were the Infanta queen of needs be an expert geometrician ; he has the

Europe! longitude, latitude, altitude, profundity, every di- Who, but thyself, sweet lord, should marry me? mension of your body, so exquisitely-Here is a Nov. jun. Í marry? Were there a queen of the lace laid as directly, as if truth were a taylor.

world, not I. Page. That were a miracle.

Wedlock? No, padlock; horse-lock; I wear spurs Lilad. With a hair's breadth's error, there is a

(He capers. shoulder-piece cut, and the base of a pickadille To keep it off my heels. Yet, my Aymer, in puncto.

Like a free, wanton jennet the meadows, Aymer. You are right, monsieur, his vest- I look about, and neigh, take hedge and ditch, ments sit as if they grew upon him; or art had Feed in my neighbour's pastures; pick my choice wrought them on the same loom, as nature fram- Of all their fair-maned mares : But, married once, ed his lordship; as if your taylor were deeply A man is staked or poun'd, and cannot graze read in astrology, and had taken measure of your Beyond his own hedge. honourable body, with a Jacob's staff, an ephinerides.

Enter PONTALIER and MALOTIN. Tayl. I am bound to ye, gentlemen!

Pont. I have waited, sir, Page. You are deceived; they will be bound Three hours to speak with you, and take it not to you: You must remember to trust them none.

well, Nov. jun. Nay, 'faith, thou art a reasonable, Such mampies are admitted, whilst I dance neat artificer, give the devil his due.

Attendance. Page. Aye, if he would but cut the coat accord- Lilad. Magpies! What do ye take me for ? ing to the cloth still.

Pont. A long thing, with a most unpromising Nor. jun. I now want only my mistress's ap

face. probation, who is, indeed, the most polite punc- Aymer. I'll never ask him what he takes me tual queen of dressing in all Burgundy-pah! and

for. makes all other young ladies appear as if they Malot. Do not, sir, came from board last week out of the country. For he'll go near to tell you. Is it not true, Liladam?

Pont. Art not thou a barber-surgeon ? Lilad. True, my lord! as if any thing your Barb. Yes, sirrah; why? lordship could say, could be otherwise than true.

Pont. My lord is sorely troubled with two Nor. jun. Vay, o' my soul, it is so; what fouler

scabs. ohject in the world, than to see a young, fair, Litud. Aymer. Humphhandsome beauty, unhandsomely dighted, and Pont. I prythee, cure him of them. incongruently accoutered; or a hopeful chevalier, Nov. jun. Pish! no more; unmethodically appointed, in the external orna- | Thy gall sure is overflown: These are my council, ments of nature? For, even as the index tells us And we were now in serious discourse. the contents of stories, and directs to the parti- Pont. Of perfume and apparel ! Can you rise, cular chapters, even so does the outward habit

And spend five hours in dressing-talk with these? and superficial order of garments (in man or wo- Nov. jun. Thou’dst have me be a dog: Up, man,) give us a taste of the spirit, and demon

stretch, and shake, stratively point (as it were a manual note from And ready for all day." the margin) all the internal quality and habili- Pont. Sir, would you be ment of the soul; and there cannot be a more More curious in preserving of your honour evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, Trim, it were more manly. I am come to wake degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding, than Your reputation from this lethargy a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside. You let it sleep in; to persuade, importune,

Page. An admirable lecture! ah, all you gal- Nay, to provoke you, sir, to call to account lants, that hope to be saved by your clothes, edi- This colonel Romont, for the foul wrong, fy, edity!

Which, like a burden, he hath laid on you, Aymer. By the lard, sweet lard ! thou deser

And, like a drunken porter, you sleep under. vest a pension of the state.

"Tis all the town talks; and, believe it, sir, Page. O'the taylors; two such lords were

If your tough sense persist thus, you are undone, able to spread taylors over the face of a whole Utterly lost; you will be scorned and baffled kingdom.

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With one brave thing, and it shall keep the odour Nov. jun. What mean you, sir? My people!
Even to your death, beyond, and on your tomb,

Rom. Your boy is gone,
Scent like sweet oils and frankincense. Sir, this

(Locks the door.

And your door's locked, yet for no hurt to you,
Which once you saved, I ne'er since counted But privacy. Call up your blood again :-Be not

afraid, I do beseech you, sir;
I borrowed it of you, and now will pay it : And therefore come, without more circumstance,
I tender you the service of my sword

Tell me how far the passages have gone
To bear your challenge; if you'll write, your fate 'Twixt you and your fair mistress, Beaumelle

I'll make mine own; whate'er betide you, I, Tell me the truth, and, by my hope of heaven,
That have lived by you, by your side will die. It never shall go farther.
Noo. jun. Ha! ha! wouldst have me challenge Nov. jun. Tell you! Why, sir,
poor Romont -

Are you my confessor?
Fight with close breeches, thou may’st think I Rom. I will be your confounder, if you do
dare not:


[Draws a pocket dagger.
Do not mistake me, coz, I'm very valiant; Stir not, nor spend your voice.
But valour shall not make me such an ass.

Nov. jun. What will you do?
What use is there of valour now-a-days?

Rom. Nothing but line your brain-pan, sir,
'Tis sure, or to be killed, or to be hanged,

with lead,
Fight thou as thy mind moves thee, 'tis thy trade; If you not satisfy me suddenly.
Thou hast nothing else to do. Fight with Romont I am desperate of my life, and command yours.
No, I'll not fight under a lord.

Nov. jun. Hold ! hold! I'll speak, I vow to
Pont. Farewell, sir! I pity you.

Heaven and you,
Such living lords walk their dead honour's graves, She's yet untouched, more than her face and
For no companions fit, but fools and knaves.

Come, Malotin.

I cannot call her innocent; for, I yield,
[Ereunt PONTALIER and MALOTIN. On my solicitous wooing she consented,

Where time and place met opportunity,

To grant me


Lilad. 'Sfoot, Colbrand, the low giant!

Rom. But, may I build
Aymer. He has brought a battle in his face; On this assurance ?

Nov. jun. As upon your faith.
Page. Colbrand, do you call him ? He'll make Rom. Write this, sir! nay, you must.
some of you smoke, I believe.

(Draws inkhorn and paper,
Rom. By your leave, sirs !

Noo. jun. Pox of this gun !
Aymer. Are you a consort?

Rom. Withall, sir, you must swear, and put
Rom. Do you take me for
A fiddler? you are deceived : Look! I'll pay you. Under your hand, (shake not,) ne'er to frequent

[Kicks them. This lady's company; nor ever send
Page. It seems he knows you one, he bumfid- Token, or message, or letter, to incline,
dles you so.

This, too much prone already, yielding lady,
Lilad. Was there ever so base a fellow? Nov. jun. 'Tis done, sir.
Aymer. A rascal.

Rom. Let me see this first is right:
Lilad. A most uncivil groom.

And here you wish a sudden death may light Aymer. Offer to kick a gentlemanina nobleman's Upon your body, and hell take your soul, chamber! A


your manners!

If ever more you see her but by chance,
Lilud. Let him alone, let him alone: thou Much less allure her. Now, my lord, your hand,
shalt lose thy aim, fellow; if we stir against thee, Nov. jun. My hand to this!
hang us.

Rom. Your heart else, I assure you.
Puge. 'Sfoot, I think they have the better on Nov. jun. Nay, there 'tis.
him, though they be kicked, they talk so.

Rom. So, keep this last article
Lilad. Let us leave the mad ape. [Going. Of

your faith given, and 'stead of threatenings, sir,
Nov. jun. Gentlemen!

The service of my sword and life is yours. Lilad. Nay, my lord! we will not offer to dis. But not a word of it:—'tis fairies' treasure, honour you so much as to stay by you, since he's which, but revealed, brings on the blabber's ruin. alone.

Use your youth better, and this excellent form Nov. jun. Hark you !

Heaven hath bestow'd upon you.

So, good mor. Aymer. We doubt the cause, and will not dis

row to your lordship. parage you so much as to take your lordship’s Nav. jun. Good devil to your rogueship! No quarrel in hand. Plague on him, how he has

man's safecrumpled our bands!

I'll have a cannon planted in my chamber Page. I'll c'en away with them, for this sol. Against such roaring rogues.

dier beats Man, woman, and child.

Enter BELLAPERT hastily. [Excunt all but NoVALL and ROMONT. Bella. My lord, away!

your oath



The caroch stays : Now have your wish, and | In making me a witness to your skill, judge

Which, crediting from others, I admire. If I have been forgetful.

dymer. Had I been one hour sooner made acNov. jun. Ha !

quainted Bella. Do you stand

With your intent, my lord, you should have found Humming and hawing now!

[Erit. Nov. jun. Sweet wench, I come.

Better provided : Now, such as it is,
Hence, fear!

Pray you grace with your acceptance.
I swore-that's all one; my next oath I'll keep Beaum. You are modest.
That I did mean to break, and then 'tis quit. Aymer. Begin the last new air.
No pain is due to lovers' perjury:

[T. Musicians within. If Jove himself laugh at it, so will I.

Char. Shall we not see them? [Exit NovALL. Aymer. This little distance from the instru

ments SCENE II.-A Hall in Aymer's House. Will to your ears convey the harmony

With more delight. Enter CHARALOIs and BEAUMONT,

Char. I'll not contend. Beaum. I grieve for the distaste, though I have Aymer. You are tedious. (To the Musicians. manners

By this means shall I with one banquet please Not to inquire the cause, fallen out between Two companies, those within, and these gulls Your lordship and Romont.


[Music and a song, Char. I love a friend, So long as he continues in the bounds

Citizens' Song of the Courtier. Prescribed by friendship; but, when he usurps Courtier, if thou needs wilt wire, Too far on what is proper to myself,

From this lesson learn to thrive ; And puts the habit of a governor on,

If thou match a lady, that
I must and will preserve my liberty.

Passes thee in birth and state,
But speak of something else; this is a theme Let her curious garments be
I take no pleasure in. What's this Aymer?

Twice above thine own degree;
Whose voice for song, and excellent knowledge in This will draw great eyes upon her,
The chiefest parts of music, you bestow

Get her servants, and thee honour.
Such praises on?
Beaum. He is a gentleman,

Beaumel. within. Ha! ha! ha! (For so bis quality speaks him) well received Char. How's this! It is my lady's laugh, Among our greatest gallants ; but yet holds

most certain, His main dependence from the young lord No When I first pleased her, in this merry language. vall. She gave me thanks.

[ Aside. Some tricks and crotchets he has in his head, Beaum. How like you this? As all musicians have, and more of him

Char. 'Tis rareIdare not author: But, when you have heard him, Yet I may be deceived, and should be sorry, I may presume your lordship so will like him, Upon uncertain suppositions, rashly That you'll hereafter be a friend to music. To write myself in the black list of those

Chur. I never was an enemy to it, Beaumont; I have declaimed against, and to Romont. (Aside. Nor yet do I subscribe to the opinion

Aymer. I would he were well off !—Perhaps Of those old captains, that thought nothing mu

your lordship sical,

Likes not these sad tunes? I have a new song,
But cries of yielding enemies, neighing of horses, Set to a lighter note, may please you better ;
Clashing of armour, loud shouts, drums and 'Tis called The Happy Husband.

Char. Pray you sing it.
Nor, on the other side, in favour of it,
Affirm the world was made by musical discord,

Courtier's Song of the Citizens.
Or that the happiness of our life consists

Poor citizen, if thou wilt be
In a well-varied note upon the lute:

A happy husband, learn of me
I love it to the worth of it, and no farther.- To set thy wife first in thy shop ;
But let us see this wonder.

A fair wife, a kind wife, a sweet wife, sets a Beaum. He prevents my calling of him.

poor man up.

What though thy shelves be ne'er so bare, Enter Aymer, speaking to one within.

A woman still is current ware ; Aymer. Let the coach be brought.

Each man will cheapen, foe and friend; To the back gate, and serve the banquet up But whilst thou art at l'other end, My good lord Charalois ! I think my house

Whate'er thou seest, or what dost hear, Much honoured in your presence.

Fool, hade no eye to, nor an ear ; Char. To have means

And after supper, for her sake, To know you better, sir, has brought me hither, When thou hast fed, snort thoughthou wake : A willing visitant; and you'll crown my welcome What though the gallants call thee Mome!

Their envy

Yet with thy lantern light her home ; All you can apprehend within the house
Then look into the town, and tell

May be forthcoming. Do I appear much moved? If no such tradesmen there do well.

Bcaum. No, sir. At the end of the song, BEAUMELLE within.

Char. My griefs are now thus to be borne ;

Hereafter I'll find time and place to inourn. Beaumel. Ha! ha! 'tis such a groom.

(Ereunt, Char. Do I hear this, And yet stand doubtful ? (Exit CHARALOIS.

SCENE III.-A Street.
Aymer. Stay him! I am undone,
And they discovered.

Enter Romont and PONTALIER.
Beaum. What's the matter?

Pont. I was bound to seek you, sir.
Aymer. Ah!

Rom. And, had you found me
That women, when they're pleased, cannot hold, In any place but in the street, I should
But must laugh out.

Have done, not talked to you. Are you the

capta in, Re-enter CHARALOIs, with his sword drawn, The hopeful Pontalier, whom I have seen

pursuing NovALL jun. BEAUMELLE, and Do in the field such service, as then made you BELLAPERT.

that commanded, here at home Nov. jun. Help! save me! murder! murder! To play the parasite to a gilded knave, Beaumel. Undone, undone for ever!

And, it may be, the pander ? Char. Oh, my heart !

Pont. Without this, Hold yet a little do not hope to 'scape

come to call you to account for what By flight, it is impossible. Though I might Is past already. I, by your example On all advantage take thy life, and justly, Of thankfulness to the dead general, This sword, my father's sword, that ne'er was By whom you were raised, have practised to be so drawn

To my good lord Novall, by whom I live; But to a noble purpose, shall not now

Whose least disgrace, that is or may be offered, Do the office of a hangman. I reserve it With all the hazard of my life and fortunes, To right mine honour, not for a revenge

I will make good on you, or any man So poor, that though with thee it should cut off That has a hand in't: 'and, since you allow me Thy family, with all that are allied

A gentleman and a soldier, there's no doubt To thee in lust or baseness, 'twere still short of You will except against me. You shall meet All terms of satisfaction. Draw!

With a fair enemy: you'understand Nov. jun. I dare not:

The right I look for, and must have? I have already done you too much wrong

Rom. I do; To fight in such a cause.

And with the next day's sun you shall hear from Chur. Why, dar'st thou neither

(Ereunt. Be honest coward, nor yet valiant knave? In such a cause! come, do not shame thyself; SCENE IV-A Room in CHARALOIS' House. Such whose blood's wrongs, or wrong done to themselves,

Enter CHARALOIS with a casket, BEAUMELLE,

and BEAUMONT. Could never heat, are yet, in the defence Of their whores, daring. Look on her again: Char. Pray bear this to my father ; at his leiYou thought her worth the hazard of your soul, And yet stand doubtful, in her quarrel, to He may peruse it: But, with your best language, Venture your body:

Entreat his instant presence. You have sworn Beaum. No, he fears his clothes

Not to reveal what I have done. More than his flesh.

Beuum. Nor will 1-butChar. Keep from me! Guard thy life,

Char. Doubt me not; by Heaven, I will do Or, as thou hast lived like a goat, thou shalt

nothing Die like a sheep.

But what may stand' with honour. Pray you, Nov. jun. Since there is no remedy,

leave me

[Erit BEAUMONT, Despair of safety now in me prove courage! To my own thoughts. If this be to me, rise: (They fight. Novall is slain.

[BEAUMEL. kneels. Char. How soon weak wrong's o'erthrown ! I am not worth the looking on, but only Lend me your hand;

To feed contempt and scorn; and that from yotl, Bearthistothecaroch-Come, you have taught me Who with the loss of your fair name have caused it, To say, you must and shall:

Were too much cruelty, [Exeunt BEAUMONT and BELLAPERT, with Beaumel. I dare not move you the body of NOVALL; followed by BEAUMELLE. To hear me speak. I know my fault is far I wrong you not,

Beyond qualification or excuse; You are but to keep him company you love.

That 'tis not fit for me to hope, or you

To think of mercy; only I presume
Re-enter BEAUMONT.

To entreat you would be pleased to look upon Is’tdone? 'tis well. Raise officers, and take care, My sorrow for it, and believe these tears




Are the true children of my grief,

But that, when I am dead, you will forgive me. And not a woman's cunning.

Char. How pity steals upon me! should I hear Char. Can you, Beaumelle,


[Knocks within. Having deceived so great a trust as mine, But ten words more, I were lost. -One knocks, Though I were all credulity, hope again

go in.

[Erit BEAUMEL. To get belief? No, no; if you look on me That to be merciful should be a sin! With pity, or dare practise any means

Enter RochFORT. To make my sufferings less, or give just cause To all the world to think what I must do O, sir, most welcome! Let me take your cloak, Was called upon by you, use other ways: I must not be denied.--Here are your robes; Deny what I have seen, or justify

As you love justice, once more put them on. What you have done; and, as you desperately There is a cause to be determined of, Made shipwreck of your faith, to be a whore, That does require such an integrity Use the arms of such a one, and such defence, As you have ever used.—I'll put you to And multiply the sin with impudence.

The trial of your constancy and goodness ; Stand boldly up, and tell me to my teeth, And look that you, that have been eagle-eyed That you have done but what is warranted In other men's affairs, prove not a mole By great examples, in all places where

In what concerns yourself. Take you your seat; Women inhabit; urge your own deserts, I will before you presently;

[Erit. Or want in me of merit; tell me how

Roch. Angels guard me! Your dower, from the low gulf of poverty, To what strange tragedy does this induction Weighed up my fortunes to what they now are: Serve for a prologue ? Thai I was purchased by your choice and prac Enter CharalOIS, BEAUMELLE, and BEAU

tice To shelter you from shame, that you might sin

MONT, with Servunts bearing the body of NoAs boldly as securely; that poor men

VALL junior. Are married to those wives that bring them Char. So, set it down before wealth,

The judgment seat -[ Ereunt Servants.) and One day their husbands, but observers ever.

stand you at the bar :
That when, by this proud usage, you have blown For me, I am the accuser.
The fire of my just vengeance to the height, Roch. Novall slain!
I then may kill you, and yet say, 'twas done And Beaumelle, my daughter, in the place
In heat of blood, and after die myself,

Of one to be arraigned !
To witness my repentance.

Char. O, are you touched ? Beaumel. Ó my fate!

I find that I must take another course. That never would consent that I should see

{He howduinks ROCHFORT. How worthy you were both of love and duty, Fear nothing; I will only blind your eyes, Before I lost you; and my misery made

For justice should do so, when 'tis to meet The glass, in which I now behold your virtue! An object, that may sway her equal doom While I was good I was a part of you,

From what it should be aimed at." Good my lord, And of two, by the virtuous harmony

A day of hearing. Of our fair minds, made one; but, since I wan- Roch. It is granted, speak-You shall have dered

justice. In the forbidden labyrinth of lust,

Char. I then here accuse, What was inseparable is by me divided. Most equal judge, the prisoner, your fair daughter With justice, therefore, you may cut me off, For whom I owed so much to you; your daughter, And from your memory wash the remembrance So worthy in her own parts, and that worth That e'er I was; like to some vicious purpose, Set forth by yours, (to whose so rare perfections, Which, in your better judgment, you'repent of, Truth witness with me, in the place of service, And study to forget.

I almost paid idolatrous sacrifice,) Char. O Beaumelle !

To be a false adultress. That you can speak so well, and do so ill!

Roch. With whom? But you had been too great a blessing, if

Chur. With this Novall, here dead.
You had continued chaste: See, how you force Roch. Be well advised,

And, ere you say adulteress again,
To this, because mine honour will not yield Her fame depending on it; be most sure
That I again should love you. ',

That she is one.
Beaumel. In this life

Char. I took them in the act :
It is not fit you should : Yet you shall find, I know no proof beyond it.
Though I was bold enough to be a strumpet, Roch. O my heart !
I dare not yet live one. Let those famed matrons, Char. A judge should feel no passions.
That are canonized worthy of our sex,

Roch. Yet, remember
Transcend me in their sanctity of life;

He is a man, and cannot put off nature. 1 yet will equal them in dying nobly,

What answer makes the prisoner? Ambitious of no honour after life,

Beaumel. I confess


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