<T Match Mee in London>
  ACTVS, I ÕSCENA iå
  {Enter} Malevento.
  {Male}.  Tormiella Daughter -- nor in this roome -- Peace:
  1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.
  The dawne of Midnight, and the Drunkards noone,
  No honest soules vp now, but Vintners, Midwiues,
  The nodding Watch, and pitious Constable,
  Ha; {Bilbo} ]
  My street doore open ] {Bilbo,} Puskeena, {Bilbo.}
  Bawds, Panders, to a young Whore.
  " '  {Enter} Bilbo.
  {Bilbo.}  Theeues, Theeues, Theeues, where are they Master?
  {Male}. Where are they {Bilbo?} What Theefe seest thou?
  {Bilbo.}  That ilfauor'd Theefe in your Candle sir, none else not I.
  {Male.} Why didst thou cry Theeues then?
  {Bilbo.}  Because you cry'd Whores; I knew a Theefe was alwayes
  within a stones cast of a Whore.
  {Male}.  What mak'st thou vp at Midnight?
  {Bilbo}. I make them which are made euery houre i'th day (patches.)
  {Male} Slaue what art doing?
  {Bilbo}. That which few men can doe, mending Sir.
  {Male.}  What art mending?
  {Bllbo}. That which few men care to mend, a bad sole.
  {Male}. Looke here, come hither, dost thou see what's -this?
  {Bilbo}. I see tis our Wicket, master.
  {Male}.  Stop there and tell me, is {Tormiella} forth?
  {Bilbo.} I heard Puskeena our Kitchin-maid say, she was going
  about a murther.
  {Male}. A murther; of whom?
  {Bilbo.}  Of certaine Skippers; she was fleaing her selfe.
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  {Male.} She dwels not in her Chamber, for my Ghost
  (Call'd from  -his rest) from Roome to roome has stalk'd,
  Yet met no {Tormiella.}
  Was not her sweet heart here to night, Gazetto?
  {Bilbo}.  Gazetto ] no sir, here was no {Gazetto} here.
  {Male.}  Walke round the Orchard, holla for her there.
  {Bilbo.} So, ho, ho, ho, ho.    Exit.
  {Male}.  She's certaine with {Gazetto,}
  Should he turne Villaine, traine my poore child forth
  Though she's contracted to him, and rob her youth
  Of that Gemme none can prize (because nere seene)
  The Virgins riches (Chastity) and then
  (When he has left her vgly to all eyes)
  His owne should loath her, vds death I would draw
  An old mans nerues all vp into this arme,
  And nayle him to the Bed --
  {Enter Bilbo}.
  {Bilbo.}  So, ho, ho, ho, the Conyes vse to feed most i'th night Sir,
  yet I cannot see my young mistris in our Warren.
  {Male.}  No ]
  {Bilbo}.  No, nor you neither, tis so darke.
  {Male.}  Where should this foolish girle be? tis past twelue,
  Who has inuited her forth to her quicke ruine ]
  {Bilbo.}  My memory jogs me by the elbow, and tels me --
  {Male}.  What {Bilbo}, out with all.
  {Bilbo.}  A Barber stood with her on Saturday night very late, when
  he had shau'd all his Customers, and as I thinke, came to trimme
  her.
  {Male.}  A Barber] To trim her ]  Sawst thou the Muskcod?
  {Bilbo}.  A chequer'd aprone Gentleman I assure you: he smelt
  horrible strong of Camphire, Bay leaues and Rose water: and he
  stood fidling with {Tormiella.}
  {Male.}  Ha?
  {Bilbo}.  Fidling at least halfe an houre, on a Citterne with a mans
  broken head at it, so that I thinke 'twas a Barber Surgion: and
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  there's one {Cynamomo} a Shopkeeper, comes hither a batfowling
  euery Moone-shine night too.
  {Male.} What's he] {Cynamomo} ]
  {Bilbo.} I take him to be a Comfitmaker with rotten teeth, for he
  neuer comes till the Barber's gone.
  {Male.} A Comfitmaker ]
  {Bilbl.}  Yes Sir, for he gaue {Tormiella} a Candied roote once, and
  she swore 'twas the sweetest thing --
  {Male.} Dwels he here i'th City?
  {Bilbo.}  He has a house i'th City, but I know not where he liues.
  {Male.} Sheele follow her kind, turne Monster; get a light.
  {Bilbo}. My sconce is ready Sir.
  {Male.} Call at {Gazettoes} Lodging, aske how he dares
  Make a Harlot of my child, -- slaue say no more:
  Begon,beat boldly.
  {Bilbo}.Ile beat downe the doore;and put him in mind of a Shroue-
  tuesday, the fatall day for doores to be broken open.  {Exit.}
  {Male.} For this night I'm her porter; Oh haplesse Creatures ]
  There is in woman a Diuell from her birth,
  Of bad ones we haue sholes, of good a dearth.
  {Exit.}
  ÕACT I, SCENE iiå
  {Enter} Cordolente {and} Tormiella.
  {Cordo}. No more my {Tormiella,} night hath borne
  Thy vowes to heauen, where they are fyl'd by this -
  Eyther one day to crowne thy constant Soule
  Or(if thou spot it with foule periury,)
  For euer to condemne thee.
  {Torrri.}  Come it shall not:
  Here am I sphear'd for euer, thy feares (deare Loue)
  Strike coldly on thy jealous breast I know
  From that my Fathers promise to Gazetto
  That he should haue me: contract is there none,
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there's one Cynamomo a Shopkeeper,comes hither a batfowling
euery Moone-shine night too.
{Male.} What's he] Cynamomo]
{Bilbo.} I take him to be a Comfitmaker with rotten teeth,for he
{Bilbo}. Yes Sir, for he gaue {Tormiella} a Candied roote once, and
she swore 'twas the sweetest thing--
{Male}.Dwels he here i'th City?
{Bilbo.}  He has a house i'th City, but I know not where he liues.
{Male}. Sheele follow her kind, turne Monster; get a light.
{Bilbo.}  My sconce is ready Sir.
{Male}.  Call at Gazettoes Lodging, aske how he dares
Make a Harlot of my child, -- slaue say no more:
Begon, beat boldly.
{Bilbo.}  Ile beat downe the doore ; and put him in mind of a Shroue-
tuesday, the fatall day for doores to be broken open. Exit
{Male}.For this night I'm her Porter; Oh haplesse Creatures ]
There is in woman a Diuell from her birth,
Of bad ones we haue sholes, of good a dearth.
ÕACT I, SCENE iiå
Enter Cordolente and Tormiella.
{Cordo}. No more my {Tormiella,} night hath borne
Thy vowes to heauen, where they are fyl'd by this
Eyther one day to crowne thy constant Soule
Or (if thou spot it with foule periury,)
For euer to condemne thee.
{Tormi}.                   Come it shall not:
Here am I sphear'd for euer,thy feares(deare Loue)
Strike coldly on thy jealous breast I know
From that my Fathers promise to Gazetto -
That he should haue me: contract is there none,
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For my heart loath'd it,is there left an oath
Fit for a Maid to sweare by?
{Cordo}.                   Good sweet giue o're,
What need we binding oathes being fast before?
I dare the cmbbed'st Fate, shee cannot spin
A thred thus fine and rotten; how now ] sad]
{Tormi}.  Pray Heauen, I bee not mist at home, deare {Cordolente}
Thou shalt no farther, Ile venter now my selfe.
{Cordo}. How, sweet ] venture alone ]
{Tormi}. Yes, yes, good rest.
{Cordo}. By that are Louers parted, seldome blest.
{Enter}. Bilbo.
{Bilbo}. Who goes there, if you be a woman stand, for all the men
I met to night, lye in the kennell.
{Tormi}. My Fathers man ] I am betray'd.
{Cordo}. Feare nothing.
{Tormi}. {Bilbo} ]
Whether art thou running?
{Bilbo}. Out of my wits and yet no Churles Executor, 'tis not
money makes me mad, but want of money.
{Tormi}. Good tell me whether art going?
{Bilbo}. I am going to Hell (that's to say home) for my Master
playes the Diuell, and I come from seeking out a house of euer-
lasting Thunder, (that's to say a Woman) I haue beene bouncing
at Signior Gazetto's Chamber for you.
{Tormi}. Ha ]
{Bilbo}. You'l  haa'd when you come home.
{Tormi}. I am vndone for euer.
{Cordo}. Thou art not, peace.
{Bilbo}. Signior {Gazetto} is horne-mad, and leapt out of his Bed, (as
if fleas had bit him) so that I thinke he comes running starke naked
after me
{Tormi}. Oh me, what helpe my dearest Soule?
{Cordo}.                                  To desperate wounds
Let's apply desperate cure, dar'st thou flye hence?
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{Tormi}. Dare ] try me.
{Cordo}. Then farewell {Cordoua};
Horses wee'l forthwith hire, and quicke to {Siuell}
My birth-place, there thou shalt defie all stormes.
{Tormi.} Talke not, but doe.
{Bilbo}.  She would haue you doe much but say little.
{Tormi}. {Bilbo} thou seest me not.
{Bilbo}. No, no, away, mum I.
{Cordo}. To shut thy lips fast, here are lockes of Gold.
{Bilbo}. I spy a light comming, trudge this way.
{Tormi}. You dally with fire, haste, haste, {Bilbo} farewell.
{Cordo}. O starre-crost Loue]
To find way to whose Heauen, man wades -through Hell.
                                     {Exeunt:- manet} Bilbo.
{Enter} Gazetto.
{Gaz}. Wo, ho, ho, ho, -- whew.
{Bilbo.}  Another Fire-drake ] More Salamanders ] Heere Sir.
{Gaz}. {Bilbol} How now]
Is the Dy-dapper aboue water yet?
{Bilbo}. Signior Gazetto ] Mine Eyes are no bigger then litle p;nnes
heads with staring, my heeles ake with trotting, my candle is come
to an vntimely end through a Consumption, yet my yong Mistris
our sweet hart, like sweet breath amongst Tobacco-drinkers, is
not to be found.
{Gaz}. On, take my Torch, apace: the ncer'st way home.
Fluttering abroad by Owle-light ]
{Bilbo}.  Here sir, turne downe this Lane; shall I knocke your Torch
Signior?
{Gaz}. Prithee doe what thou wilt the Diuell] where is she?
{Bilbo}. Had you knockt your Torch well before {Tormiella} (ware
the post) and held it well vp when it was lighted, she had neuer
giuen you the slip, and i'faith Signior when is the day?
{Gaz}. The wedding (meanst thou) on Saint {Lukes} day next,
'Tis mine owne name thou know'st: but now I feare
She's lost, and the day too.
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{Bilbo.}  If she should driue you by foule weather into Cuckolds
Hauen before Saint {Lukes} day comes, Signior {Luco} how then?
{Gaz}. If she dares let her, I haue her Fathers promise,
Nay oath that I shall haue her.
{Bilbo}. Here is my Masters Gate.
{Gaz}. Stay she's at home sure now: Ile slip aside,
Knocke thou, and if she answeres (as 'tis likely)
Weel try if still th'old fencing be in vse,
That faulty wome  neuer want excuse.
{Bilbo}. They are made for the purpose to lye and cullor,
Ile knocke.
{Male}. Who's there?                                   {ÕWithinå}
{Bilbo}. 'Tis I, open the doore.
{Male}. What] to a Common]
{Bilbo}. What, common ] You doe me wrong sir, though I goe in
breeches, I am not the roaring girle you take me for.
{Male}. Wert thou with {Gazetto?}
{Bilbo}. Yes.
{Male}. Was she with {Gazetto?}
{Bilbo}. No.
{Male}.  Was Gazetto alone?
{Bilbo}. No sir, I was with him.
{Male}. Foole,knew not he she was forth?
{Bilbo}. Yes when I told him.
{Gaz}. Signior {Malevento} open the doore pray.
{ÕEnter} Malevento.å
{Male}. Oh {Luke} Gazetto.
{Gaz}. Not yet come home ]
{Male}. No, no.
{Gaz}. Not yet ] vds death
When I shall take the Villaine does this wrong,
H'ad better stolne away a Starre from Heauen:
No {Spaniard} sure dares doe it.
{Bilbo}. 'Tis some {English} man has stolne her, I hold my life, for
most Theeues and brauest Cony-catchers are amongst them.
{Gaz}. All {Cordoua} search ere morning, if not found
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Ile ride to Siuill,Ile mount my Iennet Sir
And take the way to Madrill.
{Male}.                   Ne're speake of {Madrill,}
The iourney is for her too dangerous,
If {Cordoua} hold her not, lets all to {Siuill}.
Haste, haste, by breake of day Signior Gazetto
Let vs meet agen.
{Gaz}.          Agreed.
{Male}. We'll hunt her out.  {Exit}.
{Bilbo}. But you know not when, will you take your Torch. {Exit}.
{Gaz}. Keepe it: lustfull maiden ]
Hot {Spanish} vengeance followes thee, which flyes
Like three forkt Lightning, whom it smites, he dyes.
                                                            {Exit}.
ÕACT I SCENE iiiå
{Enter Prince} Iohn {allvnready, and} Pacheco {his Page}.
{Iohn. Pacheco?}
{Pach}. My Lord.
{Iohn}. Is't so earely ] What a Clocke Is't?
{Pach}. About the houre that Souldiers goe to bed, and Catchpoles
rise: Will your Lordship be truss'd vp this morning?
{Iohn}. How dost meane, goe to hanging ]
{Pach}. Hanging ] does your Lordship take me for a crack-rope?
{Iohn}. No, but for a notable Gallowes, too many Lordships are
truss'd vp euery day (boy) some wud giue a thousand Crownes to
haue 'em vnty'd, but come sir tye vp my Lordship.
{Pach}. As fast as I can, Oh my Lord and a man could tye friends
to him as fast as I doe these points, 'twere a braue world.
{Iohn}. So he does, for these are fast now, and loose at night.
{Pach}. Then they are like the loue of a woman.
{Iohn}. Why boy]  Do you know what the loue ofa woman is ]
{Pach}. No faith my Lord, nor you neither, nor any man else I
thinke.
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{Iohn}. Y'are a noble Villaine.
{Iohn}. Well get you gon --                   Exit ÕPachecoå.
Here's a braue fyle of noble {Portugals}
Haue sworne to helpe me, its hard trusting strangers,
Nay more, to giue them footing in a Land
Is easie, hard to remoue them; say they and I
Should send my Brother King out of this world,
And inthrone me (for that's the Starre I reach at,)
I must haue {Spaine} mine, more then {Portugall},
And that I had the Keyes of the Court Gates
Hang at my Girdle, in my hand the Crowne;
There's yet no lifting it vp to my he'd
Without the people:I must ride that Beast,
And best sit fast: who walkes not to his Throne
Vpon their heads and hands, goes but alone;
This Dogfish must I catch then, the Queenes Father ]
{(Pedro Valaso)} what ifI got him ]
Its but a shallow old fellow and to build
On the great'st, wisest Statesman, in a dessigne
Of this high daring, is most dangerous;
We see the tops of tall trees, not their heart;
To find that sound or rotten, there's the Art.
How now {Iago?}
{Enter} Iago.
{Iago}. Good morrow to your Lordship,
The King lookes for you, you must come presently.
{Iohn}. Well Sir: must come ] So.
As I must come,so he ere long must goe.
{Exent}.
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  ÕACT I, SCENE ivå
{Florish. Enter King}, Valasco, Martines, Alphonso.
{Val}. And broad awake]
{King}.                As is that eye of Heauen.
{Val}. It spake not, did it?
{King}.                No ; but with broad eyes,
Glassie and fierie stair'd vpon me thus,
As blacke, as is a Soule new dipt in Hell;
The t'other was all white, a beard and haire
Snowie like {Portugall}, and me thought his looke:
But had no armes.
{Val}.         No armes]
{King}. No: just my height,
Now, and e're this it was shot vp so high,
Me thought I heard the head knocke at a Starre,
Cleane through the Seeling.
{Val}.                   Fancy, Fancy.
{king}.                               I saw it.
{Val}. A meere Deceptio visus.
{King}.                               A vice Asse;
Y'are an incredulous Coxcombe, these saw it.
{Val}. Well; they did, they did.
{King}. I call'd for helpe;
These enter'd, found mee dead with feare ]
{Omn}.                            'Tis right Sir.
{King}. Did not the Spirits glide by thee?
{Mart}. Your Grace must pardon me, I saw none.
{King}. 'Shart doe I lye ] doe you braue me ] you base peasant?
{Mart}. No my Lord, but I must guard my life against an Emperor.
{King}. One of my wiues men,is't not] Ha]
What a Pox fawnes the Curre for here ] away.
Her Spye Sir] Are you ]                             Exit Martines.
{Val}.                         Sooth him vp y'are fooles
If the Lyon say the Asses eares are hornes
The Asse if he be wise will sweare it, la Sir
These tell me they all saw it.
{Omn}.                      Yes my Lord.
{Enter} Iago.
{King}. And yet I lyel a whoreson buzzard -- Now sir.
{Iago}. Prince {Iohn} is comming.
{King}.                            When sir ]
{Iago}.                                      Instantly.
{King}. Father Ile tell you a Tale, vpon a time
The Lyon, Foxe and silly Asse did jarre,
Grew friends and what they got, agreed to share:
A prey was tane, the bold Asse did diuide it
Into three equall parts, the Lyon spy'd it,
And scorning two such sharers, moody grew,
And pawing the Asse, shooke him as I shake you.
{Val}. Not too hard good my Lord, alas I am craz'd.
{King}. And in rage tore him peace meale, the Asse thus dead,
The prey was by the Foxe disttributed
Into three parts agen; of which the Lyon
Had two for his share, and the Foxe but one:
The Lyon (smiling) of the Foxe would know
Where he had this wit, he the dead Asse did show.
{Val}. An excellent Tale.
{King}.                  Thou art that Asse.
{Val}.                                      I]
{King}.                                       Thou:
You, and the Foxe my Brother cut my Kingdome
Into what steakes you list  I haue no more,
Then what you list to glue.
You two broach Warre or Peace; you plot, contriue,
You flea off the Lyons skinne, you sell him aliue,
But hauing torne the Asse first limbe from limbe
His death shall tell the Foxe Ile so serue him.
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{Val}. I doe all this ] 'tis false: in Prince {Iohns} face
Ile spit if he dares speake it, you might ride me
For a right Asse indeed ifI should kick
At you, vndermine you, or blow you vp?
In whom the hope of my prosterity
(By marriage of my child your wife) doth grow:
None but an Asse would doe it.
{King}.                     If I know,
Your little finger was but in't; neither age,
Your place in Court, and Councell, respect of honour,
Nor of my wife (your Daughter) shall keepe this head
Vpon these shoulders --
                    {Enter Prince} Iohn.
{Val}.               Take it; now here's Prince {Iohn}.
{King}. How now Brother] Sick ]
{Iohn}.                        Not very well.
{King}.                                      Our Court
Is some Inchanted Towre you come not neare it
Are you not troubled with some paine i'th head?
Your Night-cap shewes you are?
{Iohn}.                     Yes wonderously, --
A Kind of Megrim Sir.
{King}. I thinke to bind
Your Temples with the Crowne of {Spaine} would ease you,
{Iohn}. The Crowne of {Spaine} ] my Temples ]
{King}.                                        Nay I but iest,
A Kingdome would make any Sicke man well,
And {Iohn} I would thou hadst one.
{Iohn}.                           It shall goe hard else.
                                                           {ÕAsideå}.
{Val}. The King I thanke him sayes that you and I --
{King}. What?
{Val}.       Cut you out sir in steakes, Ile not be silent,
And that I am an Asse, and a Foxe you,
Haue I any dealings with you?
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{Iohn}.                                When I am to deale sir
A wiser man then you shall hold the Cards.
{Val}. NowI'm call'd foole too.
{King}.                        Sir if you remember
Before he came, you buzz'd into mine eare
Tunes that did sound but scuruily.
{Val}.                          I buz ] What buz ]
{King}. That he should sell me to the {Portugall}.
{Val}. Wer't thou as big as all the Kings i'th world
'Tis false and I defie thee.
{King}.                   Nay Sir, and more, --
{Val}. Out with'ti no whispering.
{King}.                          I shall blush to speake it,
Harke you, a Poxe vpon't, cannot you sooth
His sullen Lordship vp, you see I doe.
Flatter him, confesse any thing.
{Val}.                        A good Iest ]
I should confesse to him I know not what,
And haue my throat cut, but I know not why.
{Iohn}. W'ud your Grace
Would licence me a while to leaue the Court
To attend my health.
{King}.           Doe.
{Iohn}.               I take my leaue -- as for you Sir--
                                                           {Exit}.
{King}.  My Lord doe you see this Change i'th Moone, sharpe hornes
Doe threaten windy weather, shall I rule you?
Send to him dead words,write to him your mind
And if your hearts be vnsound purge both, all humors
That are corrupt within you.
{al}. Ile neuer write, but to him in person.             {Exit}.
                {Enter old Lady} ÕDildomanå.
{King}. Pray Madam rise.              {ÕShe whispers himå}.
{Iago}. Doe you know this old furie?
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{Alph}. No: what is she?
{Iago}. She's the Kings nuthooke (if report has not a blister on her
tongue) that when any Filberd-tree is ripe; puls downe the brauest
bowes to his hand : a Lady pandresse, and (as this yeares Almanacke
sayes) has a priuate hot-house for his Grace onely to sweat in: he
name the Lady {Dildoman}: the poore Knighte her Husband is
troubled with the City Gowt,lyes i'th Counter.
{King}. Ile hang him that stirres in't,the proudest Fawlcon that's
pearcht vp nearest the Eagle, if he dare, make this his prey, how
many yeares l
{Lady}. Fifteene and vpwards if it please your Grace.
{King}. Some two-footed Diuell in our Court,
Would thrust you out of all. Inclos'd ] or Common ]
{Lady}. 'Tis yet inclos'd ifit like your Grace.
{King}. Entayl'd ]
{Lady}. Newly Entayl'd, as there 'tis to be seene in blacke an
white.
{King}. This case my selfe will handle; fee no Lawyer,
Ile stand for you, ha ] Servants of mine turn'd grindersl
To oppresse the weake ] What slaue is't ] from my sight,
Least my heau'd hand swerue awry, and Innocence smite.
{Alph}. This Bawd belike has her house pull'd downe.
                                          {Exeunt} ÕAlphonso,Iagoå.
{King}. So:come hither, nearer, where shines this starre?
{Lady}. I'th City, brightly, sprightly,brauely, oh 'tis Ctreature--
{King}. Young ]
{Lady}. Delicate, piercing eye, inchanting voyce, lip red and moyst,
skin soft and white; she's amorous, delicious, inciferous, tender
neate.
{King}. Thou madst me, newly married ]
{Lady}. New married, that's all the hole you can find in her coate
but so newly, the poesie of her wedding Ring is scarce warme wIth
the heate of her finger; therefore my Lord, fasten this wagtayle, a
soone as you can lime your bush, for women are Venice-glasses,
one knocke spoyles 'em.
{King}. Crackt things ] pox on 'em.
{Lady}. And then they'l hold no more then a Lawyers Conscience
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{King}. How shall I get a sight of this rich Diamond.
{Lady}. I would haue you first disguis'd goe along with mee, and
buy some toy in her shop, and then if you like Danae fall into her
lap like Iove, a net of Goldsmiths worke will plucke vp more
women at one draught, then a Fisherman does Salmons at fifteene.
{King}. What's her Husband?
{Lady}. A flatcap, pish; if he storme, giue him a Court-Loafe; stop
his mouth with a Monopoly.
{King}. Th'ast fir'd me.
{Lady}. You know where to quench you.
{King}. Ile steale from Court in some disguise presently.
{Lady}. Stand on no ground good your Highnesse.
{King}. Away, Ile follow thee, speake not of hast,
Thou tyest but wings to a swift gray Hounds heele,
And add'st to a running Charriot a fift wheele.
Thou now dost hinder me, away, away.
                                    ÕExeuntå.
             {Finis Actus primi}.
  ACTVS, II ÕSCENA iå
A {shop opened,Enter Bilbo and Lazatillo}.
{Bilbo}. Lazarillo} art bound yet?
{Laz}. No, but my Indentures are made.
{Bilbo}. Make as much haste to seale, as younger Brothers doe at
taking vp of Commodities: for {Lazarillo,} there's not any Del-{go}
that treads vpon {Spanish} leather, goes more vpright vpon the soles
of his Conscience, then our Master does.
well.
{Bilbo}. Like her, did not I like her simply, to runne away from her
father (where I had both men Seruants and maid Seruants vnder
me) to weare a flat cap here and cry what doe you lacke.
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{Enter Gallants}.
{Laz}. What is't you lacke Gentlemen, rich garters, spangled roses.
silke stockins, embrodered gloues or girdles.
{Bilbo}.  {Don} sweet {Don,} see here rich Tuscan hatbands, Venetian
ventoyes, or {Barbarian} shoo-strings -- no poynt --
                                                      {Exeunt Gallants}.
{Laz}. Their powder is dankish and will not take fire.
{Bilbo}. Reach that paper of gloues, what marke is't?
{Laz}. P. and Q.
                         {Enter} Malevento.
{Bilbo}. P. and Q.,chafe these,chafe,chafe,here's a world to make
Shopkeepers chafe.
{Laz}. What is't you buy Sir, gloues, garters, girdles.
{Bilbo}. Lazarillo, Lazarillo,} my old master {Andrada Malevento; do
you heare sir, the best hangers in {Spaine} for your worship.
{Male}. Vmh ] I haue knowne that voyce, what ] Run away] Why
how now {Bilbo} ] growne a Shopkeeper ]
Iogging on Sir,in the old path to be call'd vpon to beare all
offices, I hope one day.
{Male}. 'Tis well: good fortunes blesse you.
{Bilbo}. Turn'd Citizen sir,a Counter you see still before me, to put
me in mind of my end, and what I must goe to,if I trust too many
with my ware, it's newes to see your worship in {Siuill.}
{Male}. 'Tis true: but {Bilbo,} no newes yet of my Daughter?
{Bilbo}. None.
{Male}. Not any]
{Bilbo}.  What will your worship giue me,if I melt away all that sow
of lead that lyes heauy at your heart, by telling you where shee is,
{Male}.  Prithee step forth, speake softly, thou warm'st my blood,
Ile giue thee the best suite Prentize e're wore.
{Bilbo}. And I can tell you Prentizes are as gallant now, as some that
walke with my cozen {Bilbo} at their sides, you can scarce know 'em
for Prentizes of {Siuill}.
{Male}.  Fly to the marke I prithee?
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{Bilbo}. Now I draw home, doe you see this shop, this shop is my
Masters.
{Male}. So, so, what of all this?
your Daughter.
{Male}. Ha]
{Bilbo}. Mum: she's gone forth, this morning to a Wedding, he's
aboue,but(as great men have done)he's comming downe.
                    {Enter} Cordolente.
{Male}. Is this he?
{Bilbo}. This is he
{Cordo}. Looke to the shop.
{Male}. Pray sir a word?
{Cordo}.                You shall.
{Male}.                           You doe not know me ?
{Cordo}. Trust me not well.
{Male}.                    Too well, thou hast vndone me
Thou art a Ciuill Theefe with lookes demure
As is thy habit, but a Villaines heart.
{Cordo}. Sir --
{Male}. Heare me sir--to rob me of that fire
That fed my life with heate (my onely Child)
Turne her into --
{Cordo}.       What sir] She's my wife.
{Male}. Thy Strumpet, she's a disobedient Child,
To crosse my purposes; I promis'd her
To a man whom I had chosen to be her Husband.
{Cordo}. She lou'd him not; was she contracted to him?
Can he lay claime to her by Law?
{Male}.                       Ile sweare,
She told me I should rule her, that she was
Affy'd to no other man, and that to please me
She would onely take {Gazetto}.
{Cordo}.                       I will forbeare Sir
To vexe you;what she spake so,was for feare,
But I ha'done,no Begger has your child,
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I craue no Dowrie with her, but your Loue,
For hers I know I haue it.
{Male}.                 Must I not see her ]
{Cordo}. You shall but now she's forth sir.
{Male}.                                    She has crackt
My very heart-strings quite in sunder.
{Cordo}.                            Her loue
And duty shall I hope knit all more strongly.
Sir I beseech your patience, when my bosome
Is layd all open to you, you shall find
An honest heart there, and you will be glad
You ha met the Theefe that rob'd you, and forgiue him,
I am ingag'd to businesse craues some speed,
Please you be witnesse to it.
{Male}.                    Well I shall,
Parents with milke feed Children, they them with gall.
                             {Exeunt} ÕMalevento and Cordolenteå.
{Bilbo}. As kind an old man {Lazarillo,} as euer drunk mull'd Sack.
{Laz}. So it seemes, for I saw him weepe like a Cut Vine.
{Bilbo}. Weepe; I warrant that was because hee could not find in's
heart to haue my Master by th'eares.
                         {Enter} Tormiella
{Laz}. My Mistris.
{Bilbo}. Chafe chafe.
{Tormi}. Where's your master.
{Bilbo}. Newly gone forth forsooth.
{Tormi}. Whether, with whom.
{Bilbo}. With my old Master your Father.
{Tormi}. Ha] my Father] when came he] who was with him?
What said he, how did my Husband vse him?
{Bilbo}. As Officers at Court vse Citizens that come without their
Wiues, scarce made him drinke, but they are gone very louingly
together.
{Tormi}. That's well, my heart has so ak't since I went forth, I am
glad I was out of the peales of Thunder, askt hee not for mee, was
Gazetto with him, Luke was not hee with him ha ]
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{Bilbo}. No onely the old man.
{Tormi}. That's well, reach my workebasket, is the imbrodered
Muffe perfum'd for the Lady?
{Bilbo}. Yes forsooth she neuer  ut her hand into a sweeter thing.
{Tormi}. Are you sure Gazetto was not with my Father?
{Bilbo}. Vnlesse he wore the invisible cloake.
{Tormi}. Blesse me from that disease and I care not, one fit of him
would soone send me to my graue; my hart so throbs?
       {Enter} Gazetto {Õdisguised as} Lupoå {and Officers}.
{Laz}. What is't you lacke.
{Bilbo}. Fine Garters, Gloues, Glasses, Girdles, what is't you buy.
{Gaz}. I haue a warrant you see from the King to search all Siuell
for the woman that did this murther, the act of which has made me
mad, misse no shop, let me haue that which I can buy in some
Country for seuen groates -- Iustice.
{Offi}. Your searching house by house thus is so spread abroad that
'tis as bad as a scarcrow to fright away the bird you seeke to Catch,
me thinks if you walke soberly alone from shop to shop, your bat
fowling would catch more wagtailes.
{Gaz}. Well shot Sagitarius,Ile nock as thou bidst mee.
{Offi}. What thinke you of yonder parrot i'th Cage.
{Gaz}. A rope -- ha -- puffe -- is the wind with mee.
{Tormi}. What stares the man at so.
{Offi}. His wits are reeld a little out of the road way; nothing else.
{Bilbo}. Alas mistris, this world is able to make any man mad.
{Gaz}. Ha ha ha ha.
{Offi}. What doe you laugh at, is this shee.
{Gaz}. No, but I saw a doue fly by that had eaten Carrion; it shewd
like a corrupted Churchman ; farewell.
{Offi}. Doe you discharge vs then.  Exeunt Officers.
{Ga}. As haile shot at a dunghill where Crowes are.
Th'art mine; thankes vengeance; thou at last art come,
(Tho with wolly feet) be quick now and strike home.  Exit.
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                {Enter King and Lady} ÕDildomanå.
{Laz}. What is't you lacke.
{Bilbo}. What is't you buy.
{Lady}. That's shee.
{King}. Peace; Madam lets try here.
{Bilbo}. What is't you lack sir ]
{King}. A gloue with an excellent perfume.
{Bilbo}. For your selfe sir]
{King}. I would fit my selfe sir, but I am now for a woman: a pritty
little hand: the richest you haue.
{Lady}. About the bignesse of this gentlewomans will serue.
{King}. Yes faith Madam, at all adventures Ile make this my measure,
shall I mistrisse ]
{Tormi}. As you please sir.
{King}. It pleases mee well.
{Bilbo}. Then sir go no farder, heer's the fairest in all {Spaine},fello
it and take mine for a dogskin.
{Lady}. Pray forsooth draw it on,if it fit you it fits the party surely.
{Bilbo}. Nay Madam, the gloue is most genuine for any young
Ladies hand vnder the Coape, I assure you.
{King}. I but the Leather.
{Bilbo}. Nay, the Leather is affable and apt to bee drawn to
generous disposition.
{King}. Pray (faire Lady) does it not come on too stiffe?
{Tormi}. No sir very gently.
{Bilbo}. Stiffe; as prolixious as you please: nay sir the sent is
{Aromaticall} and most odorous, the muske vpon my word Sir
perfect {Cathayne,} a Tumbasine odor vpon my credit, not a graine
either of your {Salmindy}, Caram or Cubit musk.
{King}. Adulterated I doubt.
{Bilbo}. No adultery in the world in't, no sophistication but pure as
it comes from the cod.
{Tormi}. Open more, you shall haue what choyce you please.
{Bilbo}. You shall haue all the ware open'd i'th shop to please your
worship but you shall bee fitted.
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{King}. No no, it needs not: that which is open'd already shall serue
my turne.
{Lady}. Will you goe farther sonne and see better.
{King}. And perhaps speed worse: no: your price?
{Bilbo}. Foure double Pistolets.
{King}. How ]
{Bilbo}. Good ware cannot be too deare: looke vpon the cost,
relish the sent, note the workemanship.
{King}. Your man is too hard, Ile rather deale with you: three Ile
giue you.
{Lady}. Come pray take it, will three fetch 'em?
{Tormi}. Indeed we cannot, it stands my Husband in more.
{King}. Well lay these by, a Cordouant for my selfe.
{Bilbo}. The best in {Siuell:} Lacke you no rich {Tuskan} Garters,
{Venetian} ventoyes Madam, I haue maskes most methodicall, and
facetious: assay this gloue sir?
{King}. The Leather is too rough.
{Bilbo}. You shall haue a fine smooth skin please your feeling better,
but all our {Spanish Dons} choose that which is most rough, for it
holds out, sweat you never so hard.
{King}. The price?
{Bilbo}. The price ]
Foure Crownes,I have excellent {Hungarian} shag bands Madam
for Ladies, cut out of the same peece that the great Turkes Tolibant
was made of.
{King}. The Great Turke be damn'd.
{Bilbo}. Doe you want any {French} Codpeece points Sir?
{King}. Poxe on 'em they'l not last, th'are burnt i'th dying.
{Bilbo}. If they be blacke they are rotten indeed, sir doe you want
no rich spangled {Morisco} shoo-strings.
{King}. I like this beard-brush, but that the haire's too stiffe.
{Bilbo}. Flexable as you can wish, the very bristles of the same
Swine that are fatten'd in {Virginia.}
{Lady}. What comes all to before vs?
{Bilbo}. It comes to four, fiue, sixe in all, sixe double Pistolets,and a
{Spanish} Ducket ouer.
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{King}. Too deare, let's goe.
{Bilbo}. Madam, worshipfull {Don},pray sir offer,if any shop shew
you the like ware --
{Lady}. Prithee peace fellow, how d'ee like her?
{King}. Rarely. What lure canst thou cast to fetch her off.
{Lady}. Leaue that to me, giue me your purse.
{Bilbo}. Doe you heare Madam ]
{King}. The fatall Ball is cast, and though it fires
All {Spaine,} burne let it, hot as my desires:
Haue you dispatch'd?
{Lady}. Yes.
{Bilbo}. I assure your worship, my master will be a looser by you,
{King}. It may be so, but your Mistris will not say so.
{Lady}. Sonne I tell her of the rich imbrodered stuffe at home for
the tops of gloues, and to make mee muffes, if it please the Gentle-
woman to take her man along, shee shall not onely see them, but
certaine stones which I will haue set onely in one paire. I can tel
you, you may so deale with me, you shall gaine more than you
thinke of.
{Bilbo}. Mistris strike in with her.
{Tormi}. My Husband is from home, and I want skill
To trade in such Commodities, but my man
Shall wait vpon your Ladiship.
{Lady}.                     Nay, nay, come you,
Your man shall goe along to note my House
To fetch your Husband, you shall dine with vs.
{King}. Faith doe forsooth, you'l not repent your match.
{Lady}. Come come you shall.
{Tormi}. Ile wait vpon you Madam, Sirrah your cloake.
{Bilbo}. Make vp that ware, looke to th'shop.
{Tormi}. If your Master come in, reqest him to stay till your fellow
come for him.
{Lady}. Come Mistris, on Sonne, nay, nay indeed you shall not,
My Gloue,one of my gloues lost in your shop.
{Tormi}. Runne backe sirrah.
{King}. Doe,wee'll softly afore.
{Tormi}. Make haste.
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{Laz}. A Gloue] I saw none.
{Bilbo}. NorI,it drop'd  from her somewhere else then
{Laz}. I am call'd vp to Dinner {Bilbo}.
{Bilbo}. Are you, then make fast the shop doore, and play out your
set at Maw, for the Mistris ofmy  alley is trundled before,
and my bowles must rub after.
{Laz}. Flye then and a great one.
{Blibo}. She's out a'th Alley, i'th Cranck belike,run,run,run.
                       ÕACT II, SCENE iiå
                   Enter {Lady,} Tormiella, and {King}.
{Lady}. Low stooles, pray sit, my man shall fetch the stuffes
And after Dinner you shall haue those stones:
A cup ofwine; what drinke you ]  Loue you bastard]
Ile giue you the best in Spaine.
{Tormi}.                      No wines at all.
{Lady}. Haue you beene married long?
{Tormi}.                            Not long.
{Lady}.                                      I thinke
Your wedding shooes haue not beene oft vnty'd.
{Tormi}. Some three times.
{Lady}.                   Pretty Soule; No more ] indeed
You are the youngest Vine I e're saw planted,
So full of hope for bearing; me thinks 'tis pitty
A Citizen should have so faire a Tree
Grow in his Garden.
{Tormi}.         I thinke him best worthy,
To plucke the fruit, that sets it.
{Lady}.                         Oh you'd h'a shon
At Court like a full Constellation,
Your Eyes are orbes of Starres.
{Tormi}.                     Muse my man stayes.
{Lady}. Your man is come, and sent to fetch your Husband,
Trust me you shall not hence, till you haue fill'd
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This banqueting roome with some sweet thing or other:
Your Husband's wonderous kind to you.
{Tormi}.                           As the Sunne
To the new married Spring ,the Spring to th'Earth.
{Lady}. Some children looke most sweetly at their birth,
That after proue hard fauor'd; and so doe Husbands:
Your honey Moones soonest waine and shew sharpe homes.
{Tormi}. Mine shall shew none.
{Lady}.                       I doe not wish it should
Yet be not too much kept vnder, for when you would
You Shall not rise.
{Tormi}.         Vmh ]
{LadY}. I was once as you are,
Young (and perhaps as faire) it was my Fate
Whilst Summer lasted and that beauty rear'd
Her cullors in my cheekes, to serue at Court:
The King of Spaine that then was, ey'd me oft:
Lik't me, and lou'd me, woo'd me, at last won me.
{Tormi}. 'Twas well you were no City.
{Lady}.                              Why?
{Tormi}.                                 It seemes,
You yeelded e're you needed.
{Lady}.                   Nay, you must thinke,
He ply'd me with fierce batteries and assaults:
You are coy now, but (alas) how could you fight
With a Kings frownes ] your womanish appetite
Wer't ne're so dead and cold would soone take fire
At honors, (all women would be lifted higher)
Would you not stoope to take it, and thrust your hand
Deepe as a King's in Treasure, to haue Lords
Feare you, t'haue life or death fly from your words
The first night that I lay in's Princely armes,
I seem'd transform'd, me thought {Ioues} owne right hand
Had snatcht mee vp and in his starry spheare
Plac'd me (with others of his Lemmans there)
Yet as he but the shaddow, I the sunne.
In a proud zodiake, I my Course did runne.
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Mine eye beames was the dyals stile; and had power
To rule his thoughts, as that Commands the hower.
Oh you shall find vpon a Princes pillow
Such golden dreames.
{Tormi}.          I find 'em.
{Lady}.                      Cry you mercy.
{Tormi}. My husband comes not, I dare not stay.
{Lady}. You must.
{King}.          You shall.
{Lady}.                    Before you lyes your way
Beaten out by mee, if you can follow doe.
{Tormi}. What meanes this, are there bawds Ladies too?
{King}. Why shake you, feare not, none here dreads your life.
{Tormi}. Shall not a lambe tremble at the butchers knife.
Let goe your hold, keepe off, what violent hands
Soeuer force mee, ne're shall touch woman more,
Ile kill ten Monarches ere Ile bee ones whore.
{King}. Heare mee.
{Tormi}.          Avoyd thou diuell.
{Lady}. Thou puritan foole.
{Tormi}. Oh thou base Otter hound, help, help.
{King}.                                       In vaine.
{Tormi}. The best in {Spaine} shall know this
{Lady}.                                        The best now knowes it
{Tormi}. Good pitch let mee not touch thee, {Spaine} has a King.
If from his royall throne Iustice bee driuen
I shall find right, at the Kings hands of Heauen.
{Lady}. This is the King.
{Tormi}. The King, alas poore slaue.
A Rauen stucke with Swannes feathers, scarcrow drest braue.
{King}. Doe you not know me?
{Tormi}.                    Yes, for a whore-master.
{Lady}. No matter for her scoulding, a womans tongue
Is like the myraculous Bell in {Aragon,}
Which rings out without the helpe of man.
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{King}. Heare me, thou striu'st with Thunder, yct this hand
That can shake Kingdomes downe, thrusts into thine,
The Scepters, if proud fool, thou let'st them fall
Thou beat'st thy selfe in peeces on a rocke
That shall for euer ruine thee and thine,
Thy Husband, and all opposites that dare
With vs to cope, it shall not serue your turne
With your dim eyes to iudge our beames, the light
Of Common fires. We can before thy sight
Shine in fill splendor, though it suites vs now
To suffer this base cloud to maske our brow.
Be wise, and when thou mayst (for lifting vp
Thine arme) plucke Starres, refuse them not; I sweare
By heauen I will not force thee 'gainst thy blood;
When I send, come: if not, withstand thy good ;
Goe, get you home now, this is all, farewell.
{Tormi}. Oh me ] what way to heauen can be through hell. Exit.
{King}. Why diue you so?
{Lady}.                 I hope your Maiesty,
Dare sweare I ha play'd the Pylot cunningly,
Fetchi-ng the wind about to make this Pinnace
Strike Sayle as you desir'd.
{King}.                   Th'art a damn'd Bawd:
A soaking, sodden, splay-foot, ill-look'd Iade;
Not all;the wits of Kingdomes can enact
To saue what by such Gulphes as thou art wrack'd,
Thou horie wickednesse, Diuels dam, do'st thou thinke
Thy poysonous rotten breath shall blast our fame,
Or those furr'd gummes of thine gnaw a Kings name ]
If thou wouldst downe before thy time, to thy crew,
Prate of this -- yes, doe; for gold, any slaue
May gorge himselfe on sweetes, Kings cannot haue.
By helpe of such a hag as thou, I would not
Dishonour her for an Empire, from my sight.
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{Lady}. Well sir.
{King}.          Giue o're your Trade.
{Lady}.                               Ile change my Coppy.
{King}. See you doe.
{Lady}.             I will turne ouer a new leafe.
{King}. We search for Serpents, but being found destroy them,
Men drinke not poysons, though they oft imploy them.  {Exit}.
{Lady}. Giue o're] how liue then ] no, Ile keepe that still.
If Courtiers will not, I'me sure Citizens will.
                                                  {Exit}.
  ÕACT II, SCENE iiiå
  {Enter} Tormiella, {and} Gazetto {Õdisguisedå}.
{Gaz}. Speake with you.
{Tormi}.               Ha] good fellow keepe thy way.
{Gaz}. Y'are a whore.
{Tormi}.             Th'art a base Knaue, not the streets free ]
                                                          {Exit}.
{Gaz}. Though dead, from vengeance earth thee shall not saue,
{Hyana} like, Ile eate into thy Graue.
                                                          {Exit}.
                       ÕACT II, SCENE ivå
               {Enter} Cordolente, {and} Malevento.
{Cordo}. I dare now bestow on you a free,
And hearty welcome to my poore house.
{Male.}                            Thankes Sonne:
Good Ayre, very good Ayre, and Sonne I thinke,
You stand well too for trading.
{Cordo}.                     Very well sir.
{Male}. I am glad on't.
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                     {Enter} Lazarillo.
{Cordo}. Sirrah where's your Mistris?
{Male}.                              I,I,good youth call her,
She playes the Tortoyes now, you shall 'twixt her and me,
See a rare Combat; tell her here's her Father,
No, an old swaggering Fencer, dares her at the weapon,
Which women put downe men at, Scoulding ] (boy)
I will so chide her, Sonne.
{Cordo}.                 Pray doe Sir, goe call her?
{Laz-}. She's forth Sir with my fellow, a Lady tooke her along.
{Male}. Taken vp already, it's well, yet I commend her,
She flyes with birds that are of better wing
Then those she spreads her selfe.
{Cordo}.                       Right Sir.
{Male}.                                  Nay she's wise,
A subtill Ape, but louing as the Moone,
Is to the Sea.
{Cordo}. I hope she'l proue more constant.
{Male}. Then is the needle to the Adamant,
The God of gold powre downe on both your heads
His comfortable showers.
{Cordo}.              Thankes to your wishes.
{Male}. May neuer gall be fill'd into your Cup,
Nor wormewood strew your pillow; so liue, so loue,
That none may say, a Rauen does kisse a Doue,
I am sorry that I curst you but the string
Sounds as 'tis play'd on, as 'tis set we sing.
                {Enter} Bilbo.
{Tormi}. Where's thy Mistresse?
{Male}. Oh -- pray Sonne, vse {Bilbo Caueare} well.
Where's thy Mistresse?
{Bilbo}. She's departed Sir.
{Cordo}. Departed ] whether prithee ]
{Bilbo}. It may be to a Lord, for a Lady had her away, I came backe
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to fetch a Gloue which dropt from the Lady, but before I could
ouertake them, they were all dropt from me; my Mistris is to me
Sir, the needle in the bottle you wot where.
{Male}. Of hay thou mean'st, she'l not be lost I warrant.
              {Enter} Tormiella, {and passes ouer} the {Stage}.
{Cordo}. Here she comes now sir,
                                  {Tormiella,} call her.
{Bilbo}. What shall I call her?  {Exit}.
{Male}. Nothing by no meanes,
No let her flutter, now she's fast i'th net,
On disobedience, a gracefull shame is set.
{Cordo}. A strange dead palsie, when a womans tongue
Has not the power to stirre, dumb ] call her I say]
                            {Enter} Bilbo.
{Bilbo}. Strange newes Sir ]
{Cordo}  What is't?
{Bilbo}. Yonders a Coach full of good faces.
{Cordo}. That so strange?
{Bilbo}. Yes to alight at our Gate; They are all comming vp as
boldly, as if they were Landlords and came for Rent, see else.
                 {Enter Gentlemen and Gentlewomen.}
1. {Gent.}  The woman of the House sir pray?
{Cordo}. She's in her Chamber, sirrah shew the way.
                      {Exeunt ÕGentlewomen, with} Bilbo {before}.åj
                                        manent Gentlemen and walke.
{Male}. Doe you know these ]
{Cordo}.                    Troth not I sir, I'me amaz'd
At this their strange ariuall.
{Male}.                     By their starcht faces,
Small shancks, and blisterd shoo-knobs, they should be Courtiers.
{Cordo}. Our {Spanish} Mercers say, th'are the brauest fellowes.
{Male}. For brave men,th'are no lesse i'th Taylors bookes,
Courtiers in Citizens Houses,are Summer fires,
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May well be spar'd, and being cleane out are best.
They doe the house no good, but helpe consume,
They burne the wood vp, and o're-heat the roome,
Sweetening onely th'ayre a little, that's all,
Play the right Citizen then, whil'st you gaine by them,
Hug 'em, if they plucke your feathers, come not nigh them.
{Cordo}. Ile close with them.
{Male}. Doe.
{Cordo}. Welcome Gentlemen.
{Omn}. Thanks.
{Cordo}. Pray sir what Ladies may these be with my Wife?
1. Gent.  Faith sir if they would cast themselues away vpon Knights,
they may be Knights Ladies, but they are onely Gentlewomen of
an exceeding sweet carriage and fashion, and 'tis so Sir, that your
wiues doings being bruited and spread abroad to be rare for her
handling the {Spanish} needle, these beauties are come onely to haue
your wife pricke out a thing, which must be done out of hand,
that's the whole businesse Sir.
{Cordo}. In good time Sir.
{Male}. Of Court I pray Sir are you?
2. {Gent}. Yes Sir, we follow the Court now and then, as others
follow vs.
{Cordo}. He meanes those they owe money too.
{Male}. Pray Sir what newes at Court?
1. {Gent}. Faith Sir the old stale newes, blacke Iackes are fill'd, and
standing Cups emptyed.
{Male}. I see then Iackes are sawcie in euery corner, I haue giuen It
him vnder the list of the eare.
{Cordo}. 'Twas soundly, you see he's strucke dead.
{Male}. Dauncing Baboone ]
        {Enter Tormiella,mas'd,and in other Garments,the Gentlewomen}
                 {with her, and Gentlemen leading her away.}
{Tormi}. Farewell.
{Omn}. To Coach, away.
1. {Gent}. The {Welch} Embassador has a Message to you sir.
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2. {Gent}. Hee will bee with you shortly, when the Moones Hornes
are i'th full.                                              {Exeunt}.
{Male}. What's that they talke ]
{Cordo}. Nothing but this, they haue giuen it me soundly, I feele it
vnder the lists of both eares, where's my wife ]
                         {Enter} Bilbo.
{Bilbo}. She's falne sicke sir.
{Cordo}. The Night-mare rides her.
{Male}. Ha ] sicke ] how sicke ]
{Bilbo}. Of the falling sicknesse; you and my Master haue vs'd her
to runne away, that she has shew'd you another light paire of
heeles, she's gon Sir.
{Cordo}. Thou lyest.
{Bilbo}. It may be she lyes by this time, but I stand to my words,
I say agen She's gon sir; cast your Cap at her, but she's gon, hurried
into a Coach drawne with foure Horses.
{Cordo}. These her oathes,vowes,protestations,damnations;a
serpent kist the first woman, and euer since the whole sexe haue
giuen sucke to Adders.
{Male}. Run into th'Street, and if thou seest the priuiledg'd Bawdy
house she went into --
{Bilbo}. That runs on foure wheeles, the Caroach sir.
{Cordo}. Cry to the whole City to stop her.
{Bilbo}. I will. sir, 'tis euery mans case i'th City, to haue his wife
stop'd.---                                                     {Exit}.
{Male}.  Well; what wilt thou say, if this be a plot,
Of merriment betwixt thy wife and them,
For them to come thus, and disguise her thus,
Thus whorry her away to some by-Towne,
But foure or fiue miles distance from the City,
Then must we hunt on Horsebacke, find our game,
See and not know her in this strange disguise,
But the jest smelt out, showts, and plaudities
Must ring about the Table where she sits,
Then you kissing her, I must applaud their wits.
{Cordo}. Well, I will once be gull'd in this your Comedy,
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A while Ile play the Wittall, I will winck Sir,
One Bird you see is flowne out of the nest--
{Male}. What Bird ]
{Cordo}.           A wagtaile: after, flye all the rest.
{Male}. Come then.
                                                          {Exeunt}.
                       {Finis Actus secundi}.
                  ACTVS, III ÕSCENA iå
             {Enter} Iohn, {a Doctor, and} Pacheco.
{Iohn}. {Pacheco}.
{Pach}. My Lord.
{Iohn}. It shall be so, to the King presently,
See my Caroach be ready, furnish me
To goe to Court sir.
{Pach} Well Sir.                                      {Exit}.
{Doct}. Why my Lord?
{Iohn}. What sayst thou?
{Doct}.                 You will ouerthrow the state
Of that deare health which so much cost and time
Haue beene a building vp, your pores lying open
Colds, Agues, and all enemies to pure bloods
Wil enter and destroy life.
              {Enter} Pacheco, {with Cloake and Rapier}.
{Iohn}.                  I will to Court.
{Doct}. Pray my Lord stirre not forth.
{Iohn}.                               Lay downe, begon.
                                                    {Exit} Pacheco.
{Doct}. The Ayre will pierce you.
{Iohn}.                          I ha tooke cold already.
{Doct}. When sir?
{Iohn}.          When you councell'd me to ride my horse.
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{Doct}. Nay that was well.how slept you the next night?
{Iohn}. Not a winck.
{Doct}.             All the better.
{Iohn}.                            But i'th next moming,
I could not in a Russian stoue sweat more
Then I did my Bed.
{Doct}.         Marry I'me glad on't.
{Iohn}. And had no clothes vpon me.
{Doct}.                            Still the better.
{lofn}. My bones Sir pay'd for all this,and yet you cry,still the
better: when you ha' purg'd your pockets full of gold out of a
Patient, and then nayl'd him in's Coffin, you cry then still the better
too, a man were better to lye vnder the hands ofa Hangman, than
one of vour rubarbatiue faces; sirrha Doctor, I doe not thinke but
I haue beene well, all this time I haue beene Sicke?
{Doct}. Oh my good Lord.
{Iohn}. Oh good Master Doctor, come no more of this, I haue
another Diaphragma for you to tickle,you ministe poyson in
some Medicines, doe you not?
{Doct}. Yes my good Lord in Purgatiue and Expulsiue.
{Iohn}. So,so,breake not my head with your hard words,you can
for a need poyson a Great man?
{Doct}. Your Lordship's merry
{Iohn}. Right Sir, but I must haue it done in sadnesse, 'tis your
Trade Master Doctor to send men packing: harke you, 'tis no
lesse Bug-beare then {Don Valasco} ]
{Doct}. The Admirall of {Castile}]
{Iohn}. Him you must sincke.
{Doct}. 'Tis my certaine death to doe it.
{Iohn}. And thy certaine death to deny it, if you will not shew him
a cast ofyour Office,Ile be so bold, as bestow this vpon you of
mine, I am sharpe set, will you doe it?
{Doct}. I will by these two hands.
{Iohn}. When?
{Doct}. When you please.
{Iohn}. This day?
{Doct}. This hower.
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{Iohn}. And make him fast.
{Doct}. Fast.
{Iohn}. For speaking.
{Doct}. For speaking.
{Iohn}. Why then good Doctor rise
To honour by it, be secret and be wise.
                        {Enter} Pacheco.
{Pach}. The Admirall is come my Lord.
{Iohn}. A way with these, show him the way in. Doctor --
{Doct}. Oh my Lord ]
                            {Enter} Valasco.
{Iohn}. If you faile --
{Val}. All health to your good Lordship, I wish that,
Which most I thinke you want.
{Iohn.}                    Thankes my good Lord,
Doctor dispatch, take heed your Compositions,
Hit as I told you.
{Doct}. Oh my Lord, I am beaten to these things.       Exit.
{Iohn}. Goe then, this visitation of your Lordship,
I take most kindly.
{Val}.           Two maine wheeles my Lord,
Haue hither brought mee, one the Kings Command,
To'ther my loue, with a desire to know
Why I mong'st all the trees that spread it'h Court
Should still be smote with lightening from your eye;
Yours th'onely dangerous Arrowes shootes at me:
You haue the Courtiers dialect right, your tongue
Walkes ten miles from your heart, when last you saw me,
Doe you remember how you threaten'd; as for you Sir -
{Iohn}. These notes are strange.
{Val}. Oh my good Lord, be my good Lord, I read
Harsh Lectures in your face, but meet no Coment
That can dissolue the riddle, vnlesse it be
Out of that noble fashion that great men
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Must trip some heeles vp, tho they stand as low
As Vintners when they coniure, onely to shew
Their skill in wrastling, 'tis not well to strike
A man whose hands are bound, like should chuse like.
{Iohn}. I strike yuo not, nor striue to giue you falls
'Tis your owne guilt afflicts you, if to the King
The song I set of you, did to your eare
Vnmusically sound, 'twas not in hate
To you, but in desire to giue the state
True knowledge of my innocence, be sure a bird,
Chanted that tune to mee, that onely you
Incenc'd the King that I should sell him.
{Val}.                                 Vmh]
{Iohn}. Doe you thinke I lye?
{Val}.                       I doe beleeue your Lordship.
{Iohn}. 'Twas a man most neare you.
{Val}.                             A bosome villaine ]
{Iohn}. For you must think that all that bow, stand bare
And giue Court Cakebread to you, loue you not
{Val}. True loue at Court my Lord, is hardly got.
{Iohn}. If I can friend you, vse me.
{Val}.                              Humble thankes.
{Iohn}. Oh my good Lord, times siluer foretop stands
An end before you, but you put it by.
Catch it, 'tis yours, scap'd neuer yours, your shoulders
Beare the Weale-publique vp, but they should beare,
Like Pillars to be strong themselues: would I
Want fish at Sea, or golden showers at Court
I'de goe awry sometimes, wer't but for sport.
{Val}. Say you so ]
{Iohn}. Sell Iustice and she'l buy you Lordships, cloath her
(As Citizens doe their wiues) beyond their worth,
She'll make you sell your Lordships and your plate,
No wise man will for nothing serue a state,
Remember this, your Daughter is the Queene,
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Braue phrase to say my Sonne in Law the King,
Whil'st sweet showers fall, and Sunne-shine, make your Spring.
{Val}. You looke not out I see, nor heare the stormes
Which late haue shooke the Court.
{Iohn}.                        Not I] what stormes ]
{Val}. You in your Cabbin know nothing, there's a Pinnace
(Was mann'd out first by th'City,) is come to th'Court,
New rigg'd, a very painted Gally foist,
And yet our {Spanish} Caruils, the Armada
Of our great vessels dare not stirre for her.
{Iohn}. What Pinnace meane you?
{Val}.                         From his lawfull pillow,
The King has tane a Citizens wife.
{Iohn}.                         For what?
{Val}. What should men doe with Citizens wiues at Court
All will be naught, poore Queene 'tis she smarts for't.
{Iohn}. Now 'tis your time to strike.
{Val}.                               He does her wrong,
And I shall tell him soundly.
{Iohn}.                   Tell him ]
{Val}. Ile pay it home.
{Iohn}. Were you some Father in Law now --
{Val} .                                   What lyes heere,
Lyes here, and none shall know it.
{Iohn}.                         How easie were it,
For you to set this warping Kingdome straight?
{Val}. The peoples hearts are full --
{Iohn}.                              And weed the State.
{Val}. Too full of weeds already.
{Iohn}.                          And to take all,
Into your owne hands.
{Val}.             I could soone doo't.
{Iohn}.                                Then doo't.
{Val}. Doe what] misprize me not, pray good my Lord,
Nor let these foolish words we shoot i'th Ayre,
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Fall on our heads and wound vs:to take all
Into mine owne hands,this I meane.
{Iohn}.                         Come on.
{Val}. Boldly and honestly to chide the King.
{Iohn}. Vmh.
{Val}. Take his minx vp short.
{Iohn}. Take her vp ]
{Val}. Roundly, to rate, her Wittal husband: to stirre vp --
{Iohn}. The people, since mens wiues are common Cases.
{Val}. You heare not me say so.
{Iohn}. To force this Tyrant to mend or end.
{Val}. Good day to your Lordship.
{Iohn}. Shoot off the Peece you haue charg'd.
{Val}. No it recoyles.
{Iohn}. You and I shall fall to cutting throates.
{Val}.  Why ]
{Iohn}. If euer you speake of this.
{Val}. If we cut one anothers throates, I shall neuer
Speake of this: fare your Lordship well.
{Alphonso de Granada.}
                   {Enter} Alphonso.
{Alph}. Good health to both your Lordships.
{Iohn}. Thankes good {Alphonso,} nay pray stay.
{Val}. Where hast thou beene {Alphonso} ]
{Alph}. In the Marquesse of {Villa Noua delRios} Garden,
where I gathered these Grapes.
{Val}. And th'are the fairest Grapes I euer toucht.
{Iohn}. Troth so they are; plump {Bacchus} cheekes were neuer
So round and red, the very God of Wine,
Swels in this bunch, {Lyae} set this Vine.
{Val}. I haue not seene a louelier.
{Alph}. 'Tis your Lordships, if you vouchsafe to take it.
{Val}. Oh I shall rob you, of too much sweetnesse.
{Alph}. No my Lord.
{Val}. I thanke you.
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{Alph}. Make bold to see your honour --
{Iohn}. Good {Alphonso}.
{Alph}. And (loath to be too troublesome) take my leaue.
{Iohn}. My duty to the King.
{Val}. Farewell good {Alphonso}               Exit ÕAlphonsoå
{Iohn}. How doe you like your Grapes?
{Val}.                               Most delicate, taste 'em;
Is it not strange, that on a branch so faire,
Should grow so foule a fruit as Drunkards are ]
{Iohn}. These are the bullets that make the Cities reele,
More than a Cannon can.
{Val}.               This Iuice infus'd
In man, makes him a beast good things abus'd,
Conuert to poyson thus; how now ]
{Iohn}.                        I'me dizzie:
Oh ] does not all the house run round on wheeles ]
Doe not the Posts goe round ] my Lord this fellow,
Loues you I hope?
{Val}.         Ile pawne my life he does.
{Iohn}. Would all we both are worth, were laid to pawne
To a Broaker that's vndamn'd, for halfe a dram,
For halfe a scruple, -- oh we are poyson'd.
{Val}.                                   Ha]
{Iohn}. What doe you feele?
{Val}.                     A giddynesse too me thinkes.
{Iohn}. Without there, call the Doctor (slaue).
                      {Enter} Pacheco.
{Pach}. He's here Sir.
                      {Enter Doctor}.
{Iohn}. Oh Doctor now or neuer -- giue him his last,
We are poyson'd both.                                 {Exit Doctor}
{Val}.             I thinke our banes are ask'd.
{Iohn}. Hee'l bring that shall forbid it, call him (villaine)-
{Pach}. Well Sir I will call him villaine.                         Exit.
{Val}. All thriues not well within me: On my soule           ÕAsideå.
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T'is but Conceipt, Ime hurt with feare: {Don Iohn}
Is my Close mortall enemy, and perhaps
Vnder the Cullor I am poyson'd, sends
To pay me soundly ] to preuent the worst,
Preseruatiue or poyson,he drinks first.
                   {Enter Doctor}.
{Iohn}. Giue it him.
{Val}.             No,begin.
{Iohn}.                     What is't?
{Doct}.                               Cordiall.
{Iohn}. The Doctor shall begin, quickly, so heere,
Halfe this: to both our deathes if't come too late.
{Val}. I pledge them both,death is a common fate.
{Iohn}. Shift hands,is't mortall]
{Doct}.                          It strikes sure.
{Iohn}.                                          Let it runne.
{Val}. 'Tis downe.
{Iohn}.           Ime glad,thy life's not a span long.        ÕAsideå.
How is't]
{Val}. Worse.
{Iohn}.      ÕAsideå} Better, -- I doe feare this physick
Like pardons for men hang'd is brought too late.
                                                ÕValasco {falls.å}
{Doct}. Hee's gone.
{Iohn}. Who's without ]
{Doct}. Some of his men attending with his Caroach.
{Iohn}. Take helpe; bestow the body in't, convey it,
To his owne house and there sir, see you sweare,
You saw him in your presence fall dead heere.
{Doct}. This I can safely sweare.
{Iohn}.                          Helpe then, away,
Thou art next, for none must liue that can betray.
                                                             Exeunt.
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                        ÕACT III, SCENE iiå
                {Florish. Enter King, Queene,} Tormiella, {Ladies,}
                           Iago, Martines, {and} Alphonso.
{King}. So sweetnesse, Ile now walke no longer with you.
{Queen}. Are you weary of my Company]
{King}. Never shall:
Prithee keepe thy Chamber a while, the Ayre bites.
{Queen}. 'Tis because the Sunne shines not so hot as't had wont.
{King}. There's some Cloud betweene then.
{Queen}. Yes, and a horrible foule one.
{King}. I see none but faire ones.
{Queen}. No ] Looke yonder,it comes from the City.
{King}. Let it come, by these Roses I am angry that you let me not go.
{Queen}. Nay looke you, your Grace takes all from me too; I pray
Sir giue me my roses, your Highnesse is too couetous.
{King}. I must of necessitie haue one.
{Queen}. You shall, so you take it of my choosing.
1King>1. I will, so you choose that which I like.
{Queen}. Which will you haue, the bud, or that which is blown?
{King}. The bud sure, I loue no blowne ware.
{Queen}. Take your bud then.     {Offers to goe, and throwes it down.}
{King}. Doe you heare? are you angry?
{Queen}. No, you are jealous, you are so loath to haue me out of
your sight, you need not, for I keepe the fashion of the Kings of
{China}, who neuer walke abroad, but besides their Attendants, haue
fiue or sixe as richly attired as themselues, to cut off treason.
{King}. So.
{Queen}. Here are others in the Troupe will be taken for Queenes
sooner then I.
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{King}. You are vext I haue prefer'd a creature to you.
{Queen}. Who dares checke the Sunne, if he make a stinking weed
grow close to a bed of Violets, vext ] not I, and yet me thinkes you
might giue me leaue to chuse mine owne women, as well as you
doe your men, I commend no man to you, for lifting joyne-stooles,
to be one of your guard.
{King}. Your Muffe.
{Queen}. Take it good wife.                              ÕTo Tormiellaå.
{King}. You will make me angry: good wife ] so, take it.
{Queen}. Now I hope you'l take it,you need not scorne a Queenes
leauings, for a Queene has had yours.
{King}. What ]
           ÕTormiella takes vp the muffe and giues it to tihe Queeneå>1.
{Queen}. You see; does your Maiestie frowne because I take it from
her?
Come hither, put your hand here? so, well met,
All friends now, yet tho ty'd neuer so fast,
Being a bow knot, it slips it selfe at last.
                {Exeunt Queene,} Tormiella, {Ladies and} Martines.
{King}. Is't so ] wer't thou a Diamond worth the world,
And ne're so hard,yet thine owne Dust shall cut thee:
Goe call that Lady backe.
{Alph}.               Which?
{King}.                     {Tormiella,}
No doe not] 'Tis a Cocke the Lyon can fright,
The Hen does't now, the Case is alter'd quite.
                          {Enter Doctor}.
{Doct}. Your gracious pardon to call backe a life
That's halfe lost with despaire.
{King}.                       What hast thou done?
{Doct}. Poyson'd a man,
{King}.                Whom hast thou poyson'd?
{Doct}.                                  The Queenes Father.
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{King}. Would it had beene the Daughter: thou shalt feele,
A double death, one heere, and one in Hell.
{Doct}. I must haue company with me then: {Don Iohn}
Your Highnesse Brother, set against my throat --
{King}. Back.
{Doct}. His arm'd sword; I had dy'd, had I not done't.
{King}. Our Guard;
Goe fetch {Don Iohn} our brother to the Court.
{Doct}. A word in your Highnesse eare --
{King}. Search him.
{Omn}.             He has nothing.
{Doct}.                           I in stead of poyson,
Gaue him a sleepy Potion, he's preseru'd;
{Don Iohn} thinkes not: the noble Admirall
Feares plots against his life, forbeares the Court
But sends me to your Grace, to bid you set
Your footing stiffe and strongly, for {Don Iohn}
Trips at your life and Kingdome, to his throat
{Valasco} this will iustifie.
{King}.                      He shall:
Goe you and fetch him secretly to Court.
{Alphonso} take the Doctor and returne.
Death ] when ]                       {Exeunt} ÕAlphonso {and Dociorå}.
{Iago} with your smoothest face go greet
{Don Iohn} from vs, say we haue worke of State,
Both presently and closely bid him come.
{Iago}. I shall.                                             {Exit}.
               {Enter} Gazetto {Õdisguised as} Lupoå.
{King}. How now what's he, giue vs leaue, come hither:
We haue perus'd your paper Sir, and thinke
Your promises Spring-tides, but we feare you'll ebbe
In your performance.
{Gaz}.            My deeds and speeches Sir,
Are lines drawne from one Center, what I promise
To doe, Ile doe, or loose this.
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{King}.                         You giue me physicke
After I'm dead, the {Portugals} and we
Haue hung our drummes vp, and you offer heere
Models of Fortification, as if a man
Should when Warre's done, set vp an Armorors shop.
{Gaz}. I bid you set vp none Sir, you may chuse.
{King}. This fellow Ile fitly cast i'th Villaines mold,
I find him crafty, enuious, poore, and bold :
Into a Saw Ile turne thee, to cut downe
All Trees which stand in my way; what's thy name?
{Gaz}. You may reade in my paper.
{King. Lupo Vindicado's};Vmh] nay we shall imploy you,
Merrit went neuer from vs with a forehead,
Wrinckled or sullen, what place would you serue in?
{Gaz}. Any, but one of your turne broaches; I would not be one of
your blacke Guard, there's too much fire in me already.
{King}. You say you haue the Languages.
{Gaz}. Yes
{King}. What thinke you of an Intelligencer, we'll send you --
{Gaz}. To th'Gallowes, I loue not to be hang'd in State.
{King}. You hauing trauel'd as you said so farre,
And knowing so much, I muse thou art so poore.
{Gaz}. Had the confusion of all tongues began,
In building me,could I sing sweet in all,
I might goe beg and hang, I ha' seene {Turkes}
And {Iewes,} and {Christians,} but of all, the {Christians'}
Haue driest hands, they'l see a Brother starue,
But give Duckes to a Water-Spaniell
{King}.                          Well obseru'd.
Come sir, faith let's crow together, in what stamp
Dost thou coyne all thy Languages.
{Gaz}.                          I doe speake {English}
When I'de moue pittie, when dissemble, {Irish},
{Dutch} when I reele, and tho I feed on scalions,
IfI should brag Gentility, I'de gabble {Welch},
If I betray, I'me {French}, if full of braues,
They swell in loftie {Spanish}, in neat {Italian}
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I Court my Wench, my messe is all seru'd vp.
{King}. Of what Religion art thou?
{Gaz}.                            Of yours.
{King}. When you were in {France}?
{Gaz}.                              {French}.
{King}                                         Without there.
                        {Enter} Alphonso.
{Alph}.                                                Sir?
{King}. Giue this Gentleman fiue hundred Pistolets.
Be neere vs.
{Gaz}.    In thy bosome, for thy pistolets              ÕAsideå.
Ile giue thee Pistols, in a peece might ha beene mine
Thou shoot'st or mean'st to shoot, but Ile charge thine.
Thy heart off goes it in thunder.
{King}.                        Through the Gallerie,
Vnseene conuay him hither, giue vs leaue sir.
{Gaz}. Leaue haue you --         {Exeunt} ÕGazetto {and} Alphonsoå,
        {Enter Doctor,} Valasco, {and} Alphonso {Õafter themå}.
{Val}. I'm glad to see your Maiesty.
{King}.                             You haue reason.
{Val}. I was going to cry all hid.
{King}.                           Come hither
Dead man, you'l iustifie this treason?
{Val}.                              To his teeth,
Throate, mouth to mouth, bodie to bodie.
{King}.                               So.
                        {Enter} Iago.
{Iago. Don Iohn} of {Castile's} come.
{King}.                                A Chaire, stand you
Full here and stirre not, front him, bring him in:
How, now, did a Hare crosse your way ?
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                        {Enter} Don Iohn.
{Iohn}.                                  The Diuell]  {ÕAsideå}.
Doctor Ile giue you a purge for this, Ile make
Your Highnesse laugh.
{King}.            You must tickle me soundly then.
{Iohn}. In this retreat of mine from Court, my bodie
(Which was before a cleane streame) growing foule
By my minds trouble, through your high displeasure
Which went to th'bottome of my heart; I call'd
That sound Card to me, gaue him fees and bid him
(By all the fairest props that Art could reare)
To keepe my health from falling, which I felt
Tottering and shaken, but my Vrinalist
(As if he sate in Barber-Surgions Hall
Reading Anatomy Lectures) left no Artery
Vnstretcht vpon the Tenters.
{King}.                   So he vext you to the guts.
{Iohn}. My bowels were his coniuring roomes to quit him
I tempted him to poyson a great man.
I knowing this my honourable friend --
{Val}. Keepe backe, hee'l poyson my gloue else.
{Iohn}. Comming to visit me,
This was the man must die.
{King}.                 Why did you this?
{Iohn}. Onely to hatch a jest on my pill'd Doddy,
I knew he durst not doo't.
{King}.                 But say he had?
{Val}. Then he had beene hang'd.
{Iohn}.                         That had made me more glad.
{Doct}. I am bound to your Lordship.
{Iohn}. Being a Doctor you may loose your selfe.
{King}. Mens liues then are your Balls, disarme him.
{Iohn}.                                             How ]
Not all thy Kingdome can.                                  {Drawes}.
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{King}.                   Hew him in peeces,
Our Guard, s'death kill him.
{Iohn}.                   Are you in earnest?
{King}.                                      Looke.
{Iohn}. See then, I put my selfe into your Den:
What does the Lyon now with me?
{King}.                      Th'art a traytor.
{Iohn}. I am none.
{King}.           No ]
{Val}.                Yes, an arrant traytor.
{Iohn}.                                      You sir;
          Spit all thy poyson forth.
{Val}.                            No, I dranke none sir.
{King}. Come to your proofes, and see you put 'em home.
{Val}. You and I one day, being in conference,
You nam'd this noble King (my Soveraigne)
A tyrant, bid me strike, 'twas now my time,
Spake of a Peece charg'd, and of shooting off,
Of stirring vp the Rascals to rebell,
And to be short, to kill thee.
{Iohn}.                     I speake this ]
{Val}. Yes Traytor, thou.
{Iohn}.                  Where ]
{Val}.                          In your Chamber.
{Iohn}.                                         Chamber ]
Was it not when you told me, that the King
Had got a strumpet.
{King}.         Ha.
{Val}.             How ]
{Iohn}.                 A Citizens wife;
'Twas when you swore to pay him soundly.
{Val}.                                See, see ]
{Iohn}. The peoples hearts were full.
{Val}.                               Poxe, a'my heart then.
{Iohn}. Or was't not when you threaten'd to take all,
Into your owne hands?
{Val}.             There's my gloue, thou lyest.
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{King}. Good stuffe, I shall find traitors of you both,
If you are be so;with my finger,thus
I fanne away the dust flying in mine eyes
Rais'd by a little wind; I laugh at these now,
'Tis smoake, and yet because you shall not thinke
We'll dance in Earth quakes, or throw squibs at Thunder,
I charge both keepe your Chambers for a day
Or so--
{Val}. Your will.                                     {Exit}.
{Iohn}.          Chambers ]
{King}.                    We bid it.
{Iohn}.                             You may.          {Exit}.
                   {Enter Queene, and Ladies.}
{Omn}. The Queene.
{Queen}. I thanke your highnesse for the bird you gaue me.
{King}. What bird?
{Queen}.          Your Tassell gentle, shee's lur'd off
And gone.
{King}. How, gone] What's gone]
{Queen}.                       Your woman's fled,
Whom you prefer'd to me, she's stolne from Court.
{King}. You iest.
{Queen}.         Bee it so.--                          {Goes away}.
{King}.                      I haue hotter newes for you,
Your Fathers head lies here, art thou still shooting
Thy stings into my sides]  Now doe you looke
I should turne wild, and send through all the winds
Horsemen in quest of her, because you weare
A kind of yellow stocking; let her file:
If {Ioue} forsooth would fixe a starre in Heauen,
{Iuno} runnes mad ; thou better mightst haue spurn'd
The gates of hell ope, then to looke into
Our bosome.
{Queen}. Where your Trull lyes.
{King}.                        Y'are a Toad.
{Queen}. Womans reuenge awake thee, thou hast stirr'd
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A blood as hot and high as is thine owne.
Raise no more stormes your treasure is not gon,
I fear'd the Sea was dangerous, and did sound it,
Mischiefe but halfe vp, is with ease confounded.              {Exit}.
{King}. In thine owne ruine,--me canst thou hit
But with one finger which can doe no harme,
But when a King strikes,'tis with his whole arme.
                                                              {Exit}.
                      ÕACT III, SCENE iiiå
                     Enter Queene and Tormiella.
{Queen}. Make fast the Closet -- so -- giue me the key,
I meane to kill thee.
{Tormi}.           Kill me, for what cause?
{Queen}. Guesse.
{Tormi}.        I know none,vnlesse the Lambe should aske
The Butcher why he comes to cut -his throat.
{Queen}. I could 'through loop holes hit thee, or hire slaues
And send death to thee twenty secret wayes.
{Tormi}. Why would you doe all this?
{Queen}.                            Or (as the Hart
Drawes Serpents from their Den) with subtill breath
I could allure thee to sit downe, and banquet
With me as with the King thou hast.
{Tormi}.                         Oh neuer--
{Queen}. Yet poyson you most sweetly.
{Tormi}.                             Now you doe it.
{Queen}. And I could make thee a Queenes bedfellow
As thou hast beene a Kings.
{Tormi}.                 Neuer by --
{Queen}.                            Sweare,
Yet stifle you in a pillow,but I scorne
To strike thee blindfold, onely thou shalt know
An Eagles nest, disdaines to hatch a Crow:
Why are all mouthes in {Spaine} fill'd to the brim,
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Flowing o're with Court newes onely of you and him,
The King I meane, where lies the Court?
{Tormi}.                             Sure here.
{Queen}. It remou'd last, to th'shop of a {Millaner},
The gests are so set downe, because you ride
Like vs, and steale our fashions and our tyers,
You'l haue our Courtiers to turne shopkeepers,
And fall to trading with you, ha ]
{Tormi}.                        Alas
The Court to me is an inchanted tower
Wherein I'me lockt by force, and bound by spels,
A Heauen to some, to me ten thousand Hels.
I drinke but poyson in gold, sticke on the top
Of a high pinnacle like an idle vaine
(As the wind turnes) by euery breath being tost;
And once blowne downe, not miss'd, but for euer lost.
{Queen}. Out Crocadile, --                         {Spurne her}.
{Tormi}.                  You will not murther me ]
{Queen}. Ile cure you of the Kings euill.--    {Draw two knives}.
{Tormi}.                                   To one woman
Another should be pittifull, heare me speake?
{Queen}. How dare so base a flower follow my Sunne
At's rising to his setting.
{Tormi}.                 I follow none.
{Queen}. How dar'st thou Serpent wind about a tree,
That's mine.
{Tormi}.  I doe not.
{Queen}             Or to shake the leaues.
{Tormi}. By Heauen not any.
{Queen}.                   Or once to taste the fruit
Tho throwne into thy lap; if from a Harlot
Prayers euer came, pray, for thou dy'st.
{Tormi}.                              Then kill me.
{Queen}. How did my Husband win thee?
{Tormi}.                             By meere force;
A Bawd betray'd me to him.
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{Queen}.                             Worse and worse.
{Tormi}. If euer I haue wrong'd your royall bed
In act, in thought, nayle me for euer fast,
To scape this Tyger of the Kings fierce lust
I will doe any  -thing, I will speake treason
Or Drinke a Cup of poyson, which may blast
My inticing face, and make it leprous foule:
Ruine you all this, so you keepe vp my Soule;
That's all the wealth I care for.
{Queen}.                       I haue now
No hart left to kill thee, rise, thou and I
Will like two quarrelling Gallants faster tye
A knot of Loue, we both i'th Field being wounded.
Since we must needs be sharers, vse me kindly
And play not the right Citizen, to vndoe
Your partner, who 'ith stocke has more than you.
               {A noyse within. Enter the King}.
{King}. Must you be closetted?
{Queen}.                      Yes
{King}.                          What are you doing?
{Queen}. Not getting Children.
{King}.                       Naked kniues; for what,
Speake, s'death speake you.
{Tormi}.                 They both fell from her side.
{King}. You lie, away.                        Õ{To the Queen}å.
{Queen}.              Must you be closetted?
{King}.                                     Yes.
{Queen}. When hart break'st thou, thou dost too much swell,
This Aspish biting, is incurable.                         {Exit}.
{King}. Be true to me I charge you, did the Queene
Offer no violence to you.
{Tormi}.               None at all.
{King}. Why were these drawne?
{Tormi}.                      I know not.
{King}.                              dHow not; what's heere,
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Why is this rose dim'd with a pearled teare,
When the sunne shines so warme, you know not that too.
The lambe has tam'd the {Lyon,} the vulture tyers
Vpon the Eagles hart, these subtill wyers
Chaine {Ioue,} these balls, from whose flames {Cupid} drew,
His wild fire burnes heere, this you know not too.
I loue you,that you know not neither,y'are coy,
And proud,and faire,you know this?
{Tormi}.                        I beseech you
Let me shake off the golden fetters you tye
About my body, you inioy a body
Without a soule, for I am now not heere.
{King}. Where then.
{Tormi}.           At home in my poore husbands armes,
This is your Court, that mine.
{King}.                     Your husbands armes,
Thou art his whore, he plai'd the thefe and rob'd
Another of thee, and to spoyle the spoyler,
Is Kingly iustice, 'tis a lawfull prize
That's ta'ne from Pirates ; their's are fellow wiues.
{Tormi}. Which of your subiects (which abroad adore
Your state, your greatnesse, presence and your throne
Of sunne beames) thinke you now are with a wanton,
Or working a chast wife to become one.
{King}. I worke thee not to be so, for when time
Shall iog his glasse and make those sands lye low
Which now are at the top, thy selfe shalt grow
In selfe same place my Queene does.
{Tormi}.                         What tree euer stood
Long and deepe rooted, that was set in blood;
I will not be your whore to weare your Crowne,
Nor call any King my Husband, but mine owne.
{King.1. No]
{Tormi}.   No, 'twere shame 'mongst all our City Dames
If one could not scape free, their blasted fames.
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{King}. The sound of Bels and Timbrels make you mad
As it does a Tyger, the softer I stroke you
The worse you bite, your father and your Husband
Are at my sending come to Court, Ile lay
Honours on both their backs, here they shall stay
Because Ile keepe you here, if you doe frowne,
The engine which reares vp, shall plucke all downe.
Ile fetch 'em to you my selfe.                            {Exit}.
{Tormi}. Oh who can stifling scape in baser throngs,
When Princes Courts threaten the selfe-same wrongs.
                                                          {Exit}.
                   {Finis Actus tertij}.
                  ACtVS, IV ÕSCENA iå.
{Flourish. Enter King, Maleuento, Cordolente, Iago, Alphonso,
            Gazetto Õdisguised as Lupoå,and Tormiella.>1
{King}. Y'aue the best welcome which the Court can yeeld,
For the King gives it you.
{Male}.                 Your Grace is gracious.
{King}. Is this your Father?                   ÕTo Tormiella.å
{Male}.                     My proper flesh and bloud Sir.
{King}. And that your Husband?
{Cordo}. Not I sir; I married an honest wench that went in a cap,
no whim whams; I did but shuffle the first dealing, you cut last,
and dealt last, by the same token you turn'd vp a Court Card.
{King}. Is the man iealous ]
{Cordo}. No, but a little troubled with the yellow Iaundize, and you
know if it get to the Crowne of the head, a man's gon.
{King}. We send not for you hither to be brau'd,
Sirrah cast your darts elsewhere.
{Cordo}. Amongst the wild {Irish} Sir hereafter.
{King}. 'Tis our Queenes pleasure that your wife be call'd
Her woman, and because she will not loose her,
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She hath importun'd vs to raise you both;
Your name sir?
{Male}.     Mine, {Andrada Maleuento}.
{King}. {Andrada Maleuento} we make you
Vice-Admirall of our Nauy.
{Cordo}. Oh spitefull Comedy, he's not a Courtier of halfe an houres
standing  and he's made a Vice already.
{King}. We make thy Husband--
{Cordo}. A Cuckold doe you not.
{Male}. Sonne you forget your selfe.
{Cordo}. Meddle with your owne office; there's one will looke that
none meddles with mine.
{Male}. Is not a change good?
{Cordo}. Yes, of a louzie shirt
{King}. Take hence that fellow, he's mad.
{Cordo}. I am indeed horne-mad, oh me in the holyest place of the
Kingdome haue I caught my vndoing, the Church gaue mee my
banes.
{Tormi}. What the Church gaue thee,thou hast still.
{Cordo}. Halfe parts, I thought one had tane thee vp.
{Tormi}. Take me home with thee, Ile not stay here.
{King}. Ha]
{Tormi}. Let me not come to Court
{Male}. The King is vext, let me perswade thee Sonne
To wincke at small faults.
{Cordo}. What sir {Pandarus}.
{Tormi}. Sends the King you to blush in's roome.
{Male}. Y'are a baggage.
{King}. Goe tell the lunatique so ; {Andrada} harke --
{Iago}. The King sir bids me sing into your eare,
Sweet notes of place and office which shall fall --
{Cordo}. Into my mouth, I gape for 'em.
{Iago}. He bids me aske what will content you.
{Cordo}. Nothing, nothing, why Sir the powers aboue cannot please
vs, and can Kings thinke you? when we are brought forth to the
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world, we cry and bawle as if we were vnwilling to bee borne; and
when we are a dying we are mad at that.
{King}. Take hence that Wolfe that barkes thus.
{Cordo}. I am muzzel'd, but one word with your Maiestie, I am
sober sir.
{King}. So sir.
{Cordo}. You oft call Parliaments, and there enact
Lawes good and wholesome, such as who so breake
Are hung by th'purse or necke. But as the weake
And smaller flyes i'th Spiders web are tane
When great ones teare the web, and free remaine,
So may that morall tale of you be told,
Which once the Wolfe related: in the Fold
The Shepheards kill'd a sheepe and eate him there;
The Wolfe lookt in, and seeing them at such cheere,
Alas (quoth he) should I touch the least part
Of what you teare, you would plucke out my hart.
Great men make Lawes, that whosoe're drawes blood
Shall dye, but if they murder flockes 'tis good:
Ile goe eate my Lanbe at home sir.
{King}. Part, and thus reckon neuer to see her more.
{Cordo}. Neuer ]
{Tormi}.        Neuer thus but thus a princes whore-
                        {Exeunt.ÕManent Cordolente and Gazetto.å
{Cordo}. Thou dar'st not, if thou do'st, my heart is great,
Thus wrong'd, thou canst doe little if not threat.
{Gaz}. Ha,ha,ha,ha,.
{Cordo}. At what dost laugh?
{Gaz}. At a thing of nothing, at thee; why shouldst thou be afraid
to fall into the Cuckolds disease.
{Cordo}. Because it makes a Doctor an Asse, nothing can cure it, are
you answer'd Sir?
{Ga}. Come th'art a foole, to grieue that thy wife is taken away by
the King to his priuate bed-chamber,
Now like a booke call'd in, shee'l sell better then euer she did.
{Cordo}. Right sir, but could he chuse no stocke to graft vpon but
that which was planted in my nurserie.
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{Gaz}. Ile shew thee a reason for that.
{Cordo}  Why ?
{Gaz}. Leachers comming to women, are like Mice amongst many
Cheeses, they taste euery one, but feed vpon the best: hornes
rightly weigh'd are nothing.
{Cordo}. How, nothing ] oh sir, the smallest Letters hurt your eyes
most, and the least head-ach which comes by a womans knocking
hurts more then a cut to the scull by a mans knocking.
{Gaz}. Yet I warrant thou dar'st sweare the party's honest?
{Cordo}. Ha; sweare; not I, no man durst euer sweare for his wife
but {Adam,} nor any woman for her husband but Eue, fare you well
  sir.
{Gaz}. Whether art flying?
{Cordo}. In peices, dost not see I'me shot out of a Cannon.     {Exit}.
{az.} Downewards Ile shoote thee, but as Diuels vse
Ile tickle at thy tortures, dance at thy stumbling,
play with thee, and then paw thee, 'shalt make me merry:
The Crowne of blacke deeds that are hatcht in Hell
Is to out-liue and laugh, and all's play'd well.
                                                                  {Exit}.
                  ÕACT IV, SCENE iiå
              {Enter} Bilbo, {and Coxecombe.}
{Bilbo}. I haue not pass'd by a {Don,} to touch whose hand mine
owne was neuer more troubled with a more terrible itch.
{Cox}. I haue not met a Signior, at whom mine owne eyes (as if
roasted enough) did euer burne more in desire to flye out: so that
whether to recoyle or aduance on, I am betweene Hawke and
Buzzard.
{Bilbo}. The honey of sweet Complement so turne vp your Tuskes
or Mochatoes, that they be not too stiffe, to brisle against my
acquaintance.
{Cox}. Your acquaintance is a Limbeck,out of which runneth a
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perfum'd water, bathing my nosthrils in a strong scent of your
embracings: are you of Court, Signior?
{Bilbo}. No Signior, of the City: are you a Don of the Citie ]
{Cox}. No Signior, of the Court; City, I smile.
{Bilbo}. Why.
{Cox}. I assure you Signior, you are to vs of the Court but {Animals}.
You are held but as shoeing hornes to wait on great Lords heeles.
{Bilbo}. Let em pay vs what they owe then, and pull on their shoes,
and wee'll wait no more.
{Cox}. You are our Apes.
{Bilbo}. But you are fuller of Apish trickes.
{Cox}. No sooner leape our Ladies into a fashion, but your Wiues
are ready to creep into the same.
{Bilbo}. Why not; for tho some of your Ladies invent the fashion,
some of our wiues husbands are neuer pay'd for the stuffe or
making.
{Cox}. Giue way with your poore scull to our oares: for I tell thee
Signior, you of the City are the flatten milke of the kingdome, and
wee of the Court the Creame.
{Bilbo}. I tell thee Signior] wee of the City eate none of your Court
butter, but some of you munch vp our flatten milk cheese.
{Cox}. Be not too loud; tho you are good ringers in the City, for
most of you haue bels. at your doores.
{Bilbo}. Be not you too loud: for you might be good singers at
Court but that most of you are spoyled in learning your pricksong.
{Cox}. Bee temporate: I will shew you your City Cinquipace, you
beare, sweare, teare,reare, and weare; you beare the Tanckerd
sweare shop oathes, teare money out of debtors throates, reare rich
estates, weare good clothes, but carry your Conscience in torne
pockets.
{Bilbo}. Bee attentiue, I will shew you your Court Coranto pace,
it consisteth of fiue bees and three cees; you borrow of any man,
are braue on any termes, brag at any hand to pay, bellow at any
that demands it, bite any Catchpole that fangs you, but carry
neither Conscience nor coyne in your whole pockets.
{Cox}. Tell mee Signior, tell mee why in the City does a harmelesse
signe hang at the doore of a subtill {Nicodemus} sitting in a shop?
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{Bilbo}. And tell me Signior, tell me, why when you eate our good
cheare i'th City, haue you handsome wide chops, but meeting vs
at Court, none; your gumme's glew'd vp, your lips coup'd like a
Ferret, not so much as the corner of a Custard ; if a could cup, and
a dry cheate loafe 'tis well.
{Cox}. Come, come, You are Acornes, and your Sonnes the Prodi-
gals that eate you vp.
{Bilbo}. Goe, goe, you are prodigals, and glad of the yellow Acornes
we leaue our Sonnes.
{Cox}. I will crosse my selfe when I owe money to a Citizen, and
passe by his doore.
{Bilbo}. I will blesse my selfe, when a Courtier owing me no money,
comes neare my doore.
{Cox}. You are discended from the tanckerd generation.
{Bilbo}. You are ascended vp to what you are, from the blacke Iacke
and bumbard distillation.
{Cox}. Deere Signior.
{Bilbo}. Delicious Don.
                                                            {Exeunt.}
                        ÕACT IV SCENE iiiå
                  {Enter} Don Iohn {Õand} Pacheco {his boy.å}
{Iohn}. Boy.
{Pach}. My Lord.
{Iohn}. Art sure thou saw'st the Admirall at Court ]
{Pach}. Am I sure I see your Lordship in your gowne.
{Iohn}. And talking with the King?
{Pach}. Most familiarly.
{Iohn}. And what say the people about my committing to mine owne
house ?
{Pach}. The best grinnes at it, there's a Libell already of you my
Lord.
{Iohn}. A Libell, away.
{Pach}. Yes faith my Lord, and a Song to the tune of Lament Ladies,
Lament.
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{Iohn}. I'me glad the stinkards are so merry, a halter on 'em, it's
musick to them to haue euery man thrown off, you haue seen the
Kings Mistris, boy, haue you not, what manner of peice is't?
{Pach}. Troth my Lord I know not, I neuer saw her shot off, a
pretty little pocket dag.
{Iohn}. What report giues she?
{Pach}. A very good report of her Husband, but he giues an ill
report of her.
{Iohn}. How does the Ladies take it; now the King keepes a Wench
vnder the Queenes nose?
{Pach}. They take it passing heauily, it goes to the heart of some of
them, that he keepes not them too.
{Iohn}. I heard say they were all once leauing the Court?
{Pach}. True sir, but there was a deuise which stopp'd 'em.
{Iohn}. Who are you]                            {Knocking within}.
{Val}. My Lord, we must speake with you.
{Iohn}. What are you? fetch me a weapon.
{Omn}. Your friends.
{King}. 'Sdeath breake it open.
                    {Enter King,} Valasco, {and others.}
{Iohn}. The King;
I did not vnderstand your Maiesty.
{King}. You shall, for Ile speake plaine to you, know you these?
                                                      {ÕShews papers.å}
{Iohn}. Not I.
{King}.       You doe not, a Kings arme thou seest
Has a long reach, as farre as {Portugall}
Can We fetch treason backe hatcht here by you.
{Iohn}. Me]
{King}.    Thee and the trayterous {Portugals} to depriue me
Of life and Crowne, but I shall strike their King
And them, and thee beneath into the earth.
{Iohn}. And lower then earth you cannot.
{King}.                                 Halfe your body
Is in the graue, it only lackes our hand
To cast the dust vpon you, yet you stand
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On slippery Ice your selfe, and trip at vs
Whose foot is fixt on Rocks, but since th'ast throwne
Thy selfe downe, neuer looke to rise.
{Iohn}. I care not, I will be little so
In debt to you, that I will not owe you
So much as God a mercy for my life.
{King}. You shall not then, stand not to ayme at markes,
Now roue not but make choyse of one faire white,
Th7ast but one arrow to shoote, and that's thy flight.
The Admirall knowes our pleasure.            {Exit Õwith trainå.}
{Iohn}.                        And Heauen knowes mine.
Left in mine enemies hand, are you my Iaylor?
{Val}. No my Lord, I thinke I'me rather left
To be your Confessor.
{Iohn}.            I need not any,
That you and I should both meet at one Ball,
I being the stronger, yet you giue the fall.
{Val}. A kind of foot-ball slight, my Lord, men vse
Exceeding much at Court, your selfe has heard
Little shrimps haue thrown men higher then the Guard;
But barring this rough play, let's now consider,
For what I stay, and what you are to doe.
{Iohn}. Doe what?
{Val}.           To die.
{Iohn}.                 And must you play the Hangman.
{Val}. Breake in fellowes.                            {Guard.}
{Iohn}. 'Sdeath what are these?
{Val}. Your Executioners appointed by the King.
{Iohn}. These my Executioners,
And you my ouer-seer, wherefore kneele they?
{Val}. To beg your pardon, for they feare their worke
Will never please you.
{Iohn}.             What booke's that they hold,
This is no time for Dedications.
{Val}. That booke is sent in Loue to you from the King,
It containes pictures of strange sundry deaths,
He bids you choose the easiest.
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{Iohn}.                      Then I chuse this.
                                               {Snatches a Halbert.}
{Val}. Your choyce is ill made.
{Iohn}.                        I'me more sorry Sir,
I had rather haue my body hackt with wounds,
Then t'haue a Hangman fillip me.
{Val}.                        My Lord pray pardon me,
I'me forct to what I doe, 'tis the Kings pleasure
To haue you die in priuate.
{Iohn}.                  Any where;
Since I must downe, the King might let me fall
From lofty pinacles, to make my way
Through an arm'd Feild, yet for all that, euen then
Vnlesse I slew a kingdome full of men
I should at last be pay'd home: blackest fate
Thy worst, I heere defie thee, what the State
Appoints 'tis welcome.
{Val}.              That's to haue your head.
{Iohn}. 'Tis ready.
{Val}.             Hee'l be quiet when you are dead.
                                                         {Exeunt.}
                       ÕACT IV, SCENE ivå
               {Enter} Tormiella, Malevento, {and} Alphonso.
{Alph}. Madam there's a fellow stayes without to speake with you:
{Tormi}. With me ]
                     {Enter} Cordolente Õdisguised.å}
{Alph}. Your shoo-maker I thinke.
{Tormi}. Hast brought my shooes?
{Cordo}. Yes Madam.
{Tormi}. You drew them not on last.
{Cordo}. No Madam, my Master that seru'd you last has very good
custome, and deales with other Ladies as well as you, but I haue
fitted you before now, I should know the length of your foote.
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{Tormi}. I doe not remember thee.
{Cordo}. I'me sorry you haue forgotten me.
{Tormi}. What shooe was the last you drew on?
{Cordo}. A yellow.
{Tormi}. A yellow ] I neuer wore that cullor.
{Cordo}. Yes Madam by that token when I fitted you first,you wore
not your shoes so high i'th instep, but me thinks you now go
cleane awry.
{Tormi}. A fault I cannot helpe, manie Ladies besides me goe so,
I hope 'twill grow to a fashion.
{Male}. Has not that fellow done there?
{Cord}. Yes sir, I haue now done, I haue a suit to you Madam, that
none may be your shoo-maker but I.
{Tormi}. Thy Master thou sayst serues me, I should wrong him
then.
{Cordo}. Yet doe you me more wrong oh my {Tormiella}]
Is the leafe torne out where our Loue was writ,
That I am quite forgot]
{Tormi}.             Softly good sweet.
{Cordo}. Oh miserie, I make my selfe a theefe,
To steale mine owne, another at my fire
Sits while I shake with cold, I fatten a stranger,
And starue my selfe.
{Tormi}.          Danger throwes eyes vpon thee,
Thus visit me, watch time for my escape,
To any Country by thy dearest side
Ile lackey all the world or'e, Ile not change
Thee for a thousand Kings; there's gold.
{Male}. Not yet done?
{Cor}. Yes sir, I'me onely taking instructions to make her a lower
Chopeene, she finds fault that she's lifted too high.
{Male}. The more foole shee.
                          {Enter} Iago.
{Iago}. The King comes Madam, he enquires for you.
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        {Enter King,} Valasco, Gazetto {Õas} Lupoå, {and} others}.
{King}. My brother {Iohn} is gone then?
{Val}. I ha bestow'd him as you commanded, in's graue.
{King}. Hee's best there,
Except the Gods, Kings loue none whom they feare.
How now ]
{Tormi}. My Shoo-maker.
{King}. Oh hast fitted her, so, hence sir.
{Cordo}. As a worme on my belly: what,should the Ant,
On his poore Mole-hill braue the Elephant,
No, Signior no,
No braines to stay, but saues a head to goe.               {Exit}.
{King}. Let me haue no more of this: haue not we eyes
Pointed like Sun-beames, goe to, get you in.
{Tormi}. Angell from Heauen, falne a Kings Concubine.    {Exit}.
                          {Enter} Martines.
{Mart}. May it please your Grace --
{King}. Ha]
{Mart}. Her Highnesse drown'd in sorrow, that your brow
Has beene so long contracted into frownes,
Wishing to die vnlesse she see it smooth'd,
Commends her best loue to you in this Iewell
The Image of her heart.
{King}.              My Lord Admirall,
My wife's growne kind, see ]
{Vl}.                     One of the happiest houres
Mine age e're numbred ; would your Highnesse now
Would fetch vp the red blood her cheekes hath lost
By sending her, some simbole of your loue.
{King}. Pray step your selfe vnto her, say I locke
My heart vp in your bosome to her vse,
And giue it her.
{Val}.        Ile lend it in your name.
{King}. Doe.
{Val}. She shall pay her heart for it in interest.         {Exit}.
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{King}. Ile see her anon,
Leaue vs, stay you, and set that Table here.
                            {Exeunt. ÕManent King  and} Martines.å
A chaire, none trouble vs, doe you serue the Queene?
{Mart}. Yes sir.
{King}.         We know you now, y'are in our eye.
Are the doores fast?
{Mart}.           They are Sir.
{King}.                        Nearer yet,
Doe not you know of a conspiracie,
To take away my life vpon Saint -- tush,
No matter for the day, you know the plot Sir?
{Mart}. By Heauen I know of none ]
{King}.                           Blushing does you staine ]
{Mart}. It is not guilt but anger.
{King}.                           Y'aue all fixt
Your hands and Seales to an Indenture drawne
By such a day to kill me.
{Mart}.                For my part
My Loyaltie like a rough Diamond shines
The more 'tis cut, I haue no hand in that
Or any basenesse else against your Life
Or Kingdome.
{King}.   No ]
{Mart}.       None.
{King}.            Fetch me Inke and Paper,
I soone shall try that,come Sir write your name:
Stay, your owne words shall choake you, 'twas a letter
Wrap'd vp in hidden Characters, and sent
Inclos'd in a Pomgranet, to a great {Don}
And thus subscrib'd. {At your pleasure your obsequious vassaile.
Write this, and then your name, here.
{Mart}.                           {At your pleasure}.
{King}. Thy hand shakes.
{Mart}.                 No sir, {Your obsequious Vassaile.}
{King}. Here sir, your name now there so low it stood.
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{Mart}. {Martines Cazalla de Barameda.}
{King}. There's in thy face no Traytor I cannot tell
Good mouthes haue giuen thee to mee, on your life
Be not you like a Wolfes-skin Drom to fright
The whole Heard by your sound, I will compare
Your hand with this, that's all, but sir eware
You prate to none of what 'twixt vs is past.
{Mart}. Were I i'th world aboue, I would desire
To come from thence, to giue that man the lye,
That once should dare to blot my Loyalty.
{King}. Here take this Key, meet mee some halfe houre hence
I'th priuy Gallery with two naked Poniards.
{Mart}. Two ponyards.                                       {Exit}.
                       {Enter} Gazetto Õas,Lupoå.
{King}. Yes, goe send some body in, stay, {Lupo}
Can you write?
{Gaz}. Yes.
{King}. Indite a Letter -- 'sdeath sir--heere begin.
{Gaz}. After my heartie Commendations, so sir.
{King}. How] write -- {My most admired Mistris} .
{Gaz}.  {Mired Mistris}.
{King}. {With the fire you first Kindled in me, still I am burnt.}
{Gaz}. {Still I am burnt}:
{King}. {So that Thunder shall not hinder mee from climbing the}
{highest} step of the {Ladder.}
{King}. {Of your perfections, though I bee confounded for euer}.
{Gaz}. {Be confounded for ever}.
{King}. {Your high pleasures are mine, mine yours}.
{Gaz}. {Mine yours}.
{King}. {And I dye euerlastingly vntill I bee in your bosome}.
{Gaz}. {And I dye--untill I be in your bosome}.
{King}. So.
{Gaz}. So.
{King}. Hold.
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{Gaz}.  Here sir.
{King}. Where are the Gentlemen of our Chamber?
{Gaz}. Without Sir.
{King}. Bid them attend vs close.
{Gaz}. I shall
                                                        {Exeunt.}
                       ÕACT IV SCENE vå
               {Enter} Martines {with two Poniards}.
{Mar}. Would this dayes worke were done, I doe not like
To see a Bull to a wild Fig-tree ty'd
To make him tame, beasts licking 'gainst the hayre
Fore-shew some storme, and I fore-see some snare:
His sword is dipt in oyle, yet does it wound
Deadly: yet stand it, innooence wrong'd is crown'd.
  {Enter the King,} Alphonso, and Gazetto {Õas} Lupo, {and otherså}.
{Omn}. Treason ]
{King}.         Where?
{Omh}.                Kill the Villaine.                {All draw}.
{King}.                                 Stay, none touch him
On your liues ; on Kings shoulders stand
The heads of the Colossie ofthe Goddes
(Aboue the reach of Traitors) were the beds
Of twenty thousand Snakes layd in this bosome,
There's thunder in our lookes to breake them all,
Leaue vs.
{Omn}. You are too venturous.
                          {Exeunt. ÕManent King and} Martineså.
{King}.                      {Ioue} cannot fall:
Both person, place and businesse were quite lost
Out of our memorie, lay aside these poniards,
We haue alter'd now our businesse, you shall beare sir
Our salutation to the Queene -- not seal'd ]
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'Sfoot  nor indors'd ] some Inke, come let thy forehead
Haue no more wrincles in't -- but this, to the Queene,
Write it.
{Mart}. To the Queene, no more]
{King}.                        No, no, 'tis well,
Hast thou no Seale about thee? if my wife
Exceptions take missing our royall signet
Say that not hauing that, I borrowed yours.
{Mart}. I shall Sir.                                      {Exit}.
{King}.             Hide it, goe -- without there.
{Omn}.                                            Sir.    {Enter All}.
{King}. You met him did you not, how lookt the slaue?
{Omn}. Most strangely.
{King}. Vnparalel'd Villaine ] Diuels could not set
To hatch such spitefull mischiefe, guard me closely,
When you see him at the stake then worry him,
Are all weapon'd?
{Omn}.         All, all.
{King}.                 When Darts inuisible flye,
A slaue may kill a Lyon in the eye.
                                                           {Exeunt}.
                        ÕACT IV, SCENE viå
                {Enter Queene, and} Tormiella.
{Queen}. Who gaue you this?
{Tormi}.                   A Gentleman of your Chamber.
{Queen}. Call in the Villaine,
                            {Enter} Martines.
                                     Thou audatious Serpent ]
How dar'st thou wind in knotted curles thy lust
About our honour; where hadst thou this Letter?
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{Mart}. I had it from the King.
{Queen}                        Out impudent Traytor.
            {Enter King}, Iago, Gazetto {Õas} Lupoå, Alphonso.
{King}. How now at Barle-brake, who are in Hell?
What's that? to the Queene, what Queene ]
{Queen}.                               Me, 'tis to me ]
Your mistris there the Messenge, her Secretary
Hee heere.
{King}. Vds death.
{Queen}.          Your Trull and hee haue laid
Traines to blow vp mine honour, I am betray'd.
{King}. {Lupo}, Fasten her.
{Queen}.                     Fasten mee]
{King}.                                 {Iago} see.
Looke all, bind fast this Diuell  is there no Circle
To be damn'd in but mine.
{Queen}.               Slaue let me goe.
{King}. Oh thou lustfull harlot.
{Queen}.                        Guard me Heauen.
{Mart}.                                         I'me sold.
{Queen}. Thou Villaine speake truth.
{King}.                             Keepe her off.
{Mart}.                                           Most basely
Betray'd and baffled, is that Letter the same
I sent in to the Queene.
{Tormi}.              The very same.
{King}. Is this thy hand?
{Mart}. 'Tis sir, but heare me.
{King}.                        And this thy name, thy hand?
{Mart}. My name my hand
{Queen}.               Saue him and let him spit
His blackest poyson forth?
{King}.                 Spare him, vnhand her.
{Queen}. Let me haue Iustice as thou art a King]
{King}. To prison with them both.
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{Queen}.                        As I am thy wife
Make not thy selfe a strompit of me.
{King>.                            Hence,guard her.
{Queen}. I come Heauen, guarded with innocence,          {Exit}.
{King}. Follow your Mistris, you.
{Tormi}.                         Yes, to her graue.
Oh that I now were swallowed in some Waue.                 {Exit}.
{King}. Oh that I
Should in a womans lap my Kingdome lay,
Honour and life, and she should all betray
To a Groome, a slaue.
{Iago}.            Let not her poyson run
Too neare your heart.
{King}.            {Iago} I haue done,
Pray let my greife want company, this wracke
So great, shall make th'whole Kingdome mourne in black.
                                               {ExeuntÕCourtå}.
{Lupo}]
{Gaz}. Did your Highnesse call]
{King}. Yes,harke thee {Lupo}:
It may bee th'art a Serpent dull of sight,
Be quicke of hearing, may be th'art a Hare,
And canst see side-wayes, let me locke vp here,
What euer's layd in there.
{Gaz}. I am strongly charm'd.
{King}. Wilt venter for me?
{Gaz}. To the threshold of hell.
{King}. May I trust thee?
{Gaz}. Else imploy me not.
{King}. Didst euer kill a Scorpion?
{Gaz}. Neuer, I ha beene stung by one.
{King}. Didst neuer bait a wild Bull?
{Gaz}. That's the pastime I most loue and follow.
{King}. A strange disease
Hangs on me, and our Doctors say the bloud
Onely of these two beasts must doe me good,
Dar'st thou attempt to kill them?
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{Gaz}.                  Were they Diuels
With heads of Iron, and Clawes ioynted with brasse,
Encounter them I shall, in what Parke run they?
{King}. The Queene that Scorpion is, {Tormiellas} husband
The mad Oxe broken loose; in a small volume
What mischiefe may be writ] in a maze?
{Gaz}.                              No, in a muse,
I'me plotting how to doe't, and to come off.
{King}. This does it, by this key burst ope all doores
That can betray thee, done, be sure to rise,
Let a Kings royall breath, send the hence flying.
{Gaz}. As Powder does the Bullet.
{King}.                         Heap'd vp honours
Are schedules to thine enterprise annext
Doe it and mount--
{Gaz}.          {ÕAsideå} To th'Gallowes.
{King}.                     {ÕAsideå} Thy selfe goes next. {Exit}.
{Gaz}. I scorne to be thy bloud hound,
Why should I vexe a Soule did neuer greeue me?
The Queenes an honest Lady: should I kill her
It were as if I pull'd a Temple downe
And from the ruines of that built vp a stewes,
She liue, but Butcher like the Oxe Ile vse.
                                                  {Exit}.
                  ACTVS,VÕSCENA iå
  {Enter King. ÕAt another doorå} Valasco, Malevento, Alphonso.
{Male}. Oh royall Sir, my Daughter {Tormiella}
Has lost her vse of reason and runne mad.
{King}. When]
{Male}. Not halfe an houre since.
{King}.                          Mad now] now frantique]
When all my hopes are at their highest pitch
T'inioy her beauties] talke no more: thou ly'st.
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               Enter Gazetto Õas Lupoå.
{Gaz}. May it please your Maiestie --
1King>1.                              Curses consume thee -- oh --
                                                          {Strikes}.
{Gaz}. It is dispatch'd, the Queene is lost, neuer to be found.
{King}. Waue vpon Waue,
Hard hearted Furies, when will you dig my Graue:
You doe not heare him, thunder shakes Heauen first
Before dull Earth can feele it:
My deere, dearest Queene is dead.
{Val}.                         Ha]
{Omn}.                            The Queene dead ]
{King}. What said she last]
{Gaz}.                     Commend me to the King
And tell him this, mine honour is not wrack'd,
Though his Loue bee.
{King}.           And so her heart-strings crackt
{Val}. Some tricke vpon my life, State-coniuring
To raise vp Diuels in Prisons, and i'th darke:
If she be dead, Ile see her.
{King}.                   Villanous man,
Thou see what we haue inioy'd, thou impudent foole
Away, {Iago} giue this tumbling Whale
Empty barrels to play with till this troublous Seas
(Which he more raging makes) good Heauen appease.
{Val}. Well I say nothing, Birds in Cages mourne
At first, but at last sing; I will take my turne.         {Exit}.
{King}. My Queene dead, I shall now haue riming slaues
Libell vpon vs, giuing her innocent wings
But say we murdered her, scandall dare strike Kings:
Then here's another Moone of {Spaine} Eclips'd,
One whom our best lou'd Queene put in her bosome,
For sweetnesse of pure life, integritie,
And (in Court beauties wondrous) honesr
Shee's mad too, {Lupo, Tormiella's} mad ]
{Gaz}. Mad ]
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{Iago}. As a March whore.                              {lAsideå}.
{Gaz}. Mad, shall I worke vpon her?
{King}. Vse thy skill.                                 {Exit} Gazetto.
{Iago}. I would to Heauen your highnesse --
{King}. Ha ] the Queene ] was she not at my elbow?
{Omn}. Here was nothing.
{King}. I must not liue thus,{Iago} if I lye
After the kingly fashion without a woman
I shall run mad at midnight; I will marry
The Lunaticke Lady, she shall be my Queene,
Proclaime her so.
{Iago}.        Your highnesse does but jest ]
{King}. All the world's franticke, mad with mad are best. {Exit}.
{Iago}. Wretched state of Kings, that standing hye,
Their faults are markes shot at by euery eye.
                                                            {Exeunt}.
                    ÕACT V SCENEiiå
  {Enter} Tormiella, Malevento, Gazetto {Õdisguised as a Doctorå}.
{Gaz}. Giue me the key, make all fast, leaue vs, Ile skrew her wits
to the right place.
{Male}. {Apollo} blesse thee.                           {Exit}.
{Tormi}. Are not you a wollen-Draper?
{Gaz}. Yes.
{Tormi}. Whether is a womans life measured by the Ell or the Yard.
{Gaz}. All women by the Yard sure, it's no life else.
{Tormi}. I'me now neare seuenteene yeares old, if I should dye at
these yeares, am I not a foole.
{Gaz}. Yes, marry are you, for the Law allowes none to be of dis-
cretion, till they come to twenty one.
{Tormi}. Out vpon you, you are a Lawyer, pray get you hence, for
you'l not leaue me clothes to my backe if I keepe you company,
Ime mad enough now, and you'l make me starke mad.
{Gaz}. I am not what I seeme, no Doctor I
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But by your Husband sent in this disguise
To sound your bosome.
{Torm}. You bob for Eeles, doe you not?
{Gaz}. Here has he lockt his mind vp, but for mee
To put a burning linstocke in a hand
That may giue fire, and send my Soule in powder,
I know not, pardon me, fare you well Lady?
{Tormi}. Hist doe you heare?
{Gaz}                       The eyes of mercy guard thee,
Were't knowne for what I venter'd thus, 'twere death,
Ile to your husband.
{Tormi}.          Stay, I am not mad
Yet I haue cause to raue, my wits like Bels
Are backward rung, onely to fright the Tyrant
That whilst his wild lust wanders, I may flye
To my sweet husbands armes, here I haue hid
The traines I meane to lay for mine escape.            {ÕShews letterså}.
{Gaz}. Excellent, he shall second you.
{Tormi}.                              Should any watch vs ]
{Gaz}. All's fast, run mad agen then, the King thinks
Me some rare fellow, you shall leaue the Court
Now if you'l taste my Counsell.
{Tormi}.                     Ile drinke gall
To cure mee of this sicknesse.
{Gaz}.                      Sit then downe here,
Ile bind you fast because it shall appeare,
That you grow worse and worse, then will I tell
The King, the onely course to leaue you well,
Is to remoue you home to mine owne Lodging,
Ile bind you.
{Tormi}.   For euer to thee.
{Gaz}.                      Once hence, you may flye
To th'{Straights,} and then crosse ouer to {Barbary}:
So, th'art a Strumpet.
{Tormi}.            What's that you speake ]
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{Gaz}.                                           A damn'd one,
Dost thou not know me, I am {Gazetto} ]
{Tormi}.                               Mercy.
{Gaz}. Who like a ball of wild-fire haue beene tost
To make others sport, but here I burst and kill:
A periu'd Strumpet.
{Tormi}.         I am none, my Father swore
That I should marry thee, and then a Tyger
And a Lambe had beene together, I ne're was thine,
Nor neuer will be.
{Gaz}.          Sweare thou art not mine,
That when I see thy heart drunke with hot oathes,
This Feind may pitch thee reeling into Hell,
Sweare that thou art not mine.
{Tormi}.                    By heauen I am not,
To proue I sweare right to thee, change that weapon,
See at my Girdle hang my wedding kniues,
With those dispatch mee -
{Gaz}.                 To th'heart?
{Tormi}.                           Ayme right
I beseech thee.
{Gaz}.       Ile not kill thee now for spight
Because thou begst it.
{Tormi}.            Then good villaine spare me]
{Gaz}. Neither, heere's that shall sinke thee; to the King
Thy iugling and these Letters shall be showne.
{Tormi}. Vpon thy head be my confusion:
The King, I shall both feed his rage and lust,
First doome me to any Tortures ]
{Gaz}.                        Thou shalt then sweare --
                                                 {Vnbinds her}.
Because I know he'll force the tye a knot,
The Church must see and sigh at, if he marries thee
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Sweare when he comes to touch thy naked side
To bury him in those sheets, thou art his Bride.
{Tormi}. By Heauen that night's his last, my iust hart keepes
This vow grauen there.
{Gaz}.              Till then my vengeanoe sleepes,
Where is the King?
          {Enter King}, Iago, Alphonso; Malevento.
{Gaz}. I haue refin'd
That Chaos which confounded her faire mind.
{King}. Moue in thy voice the Spheres, when next thou speakst
{Tormiella}.
{Tormi}.    I am well, my fearefull dreame
Is vanisht, thankes to Heauen and that good man.
{King}. Thou giu'st me another Crowne, oh {Vindicffado's},
The axletree on which my Kingdome moues,
Leanes on thy shoulders, I am all thine, {Tormiella}
Bright {Cynthia} looke not pale, {Endimions} heere,
{Hymen} shall fetch a leape from Heauen t'alight
Full in thine armes, backe thou blacke ominous night.
                                       {Exeunt. ÕManet Gazettoå.
                      {Enter} Cordolente.
{Cordo}. Signior {Lupo,} why {Don} not know me I am the poore
Shopkeeper, whose ware is taken vp by the King.
{Gaz}. You lye.
{Cordo}. True, as Iudges doe with their wiues, very seldome, I am
{Cordolente} a poore Gudgin diuing thus vnder water, to see how
{Neptune} and his Mermaides swim together, but dare not come neare
him, for feare he sets Dogfish to deuoure me.
{Gaz}. An excellent maske against the marriage, now get a private
Coat, the King meanes to haue you stab'd.
{Cordo}. He does that already, with the bodkin that sticks in my
wifes  hayre.
{Gaz}. He has not the patience to stay the dressing of his meat of
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thy prouiding, he will haue it taken vp, and eate the flesh raw, he
will be married incontinently.
{Cordo}. Will she set her hands to my hornes?
{Gaz}. Yes, and set them to your head, she followes the steps ofher
old grandam, all euils take their names from her, the ills of {Eue,}
thy wife for the hoope ring thou marriedst her withall, hath sworne
to send thee a Deathes head.
{Cordo}. Sworne ]
{Gaz}. Sworne were thy case my case; I would set a Diuell at her
elbow in the very Church, I would kill her as she gaue away her
hand.
{Cordo}. Wilt helpe me to a fit Circle to play the Diuell in?
{Gaz}. Ile place thee, Ile put thy foot into the stirrup.
{Cordo}. And I will rid the world of one of his diseases, a loose
woman.
{Gaz}. Farewell, eate her very hart.                       {Exit}.
{Cordo}. As we feed one vpon another, hungerly --
                                                             {Exit}.
                 ÕACT V, SCENE iii: {Dumbshewå}
{Hoboyes: Enter two Fryers setting out an Altar, Enter} Iago,
Alphonso, Gazetto, Malevento, {two Churchmen,} Tormiella {next and}
{the King, Ladies attending,}  Cordolente {steales in, and stands in some}
{by place, the King stayes or sits in a chayre,} Tormiella {is brought to}
{him, as she is comming the King meets her; as the ring is putting on,}
Cordolente steps in rudely, breakes them off,} Tormiella {flyes to his}
{bosome, the King offers to stab him, is held: she kneeles, sues,weepes,}
Cordolente {is thrust out,} Gazetto {laughs at all, they are preparing to}
{it againe, it Thunders and Lightens: all affrightedly-- Exeunt}.
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                      ÕACT V, SCENE ivå
                     {Enter} Cordolente.
{Cordo}. Dost thou tell me of thy Proclamations that I am banisht
from the Court, that Court where I came to thee, was none of
thine, it belongs to a King that keepes open Court, one that neuer
wrong'd a poore Begger, neuer tooke away any mans wife, vnlesse
he sent his Purseuant death for her: oh thou daring Sacrilegious
royall Theefe; wilt thou rob the Church too, as thou hast me,
thrust me out of that house too in the Sanctuary, turn'd Diuell in
a crowd of Angels.
                       {Enter} Gazetto.
{Gaz}. Why didst not kill her?
{Cordo}.                      I had no power to kill her,
Charmes of Diuinity pull'd backe mine Arme,
She had Armor of proofe on, (reuerence of the place)
She is not married, is she, shorten my paines.
{Gaz}. Heauen came it selfe downe, and forbade the Banes.
                       {Enter} Iago.
{Iago}. You must both to th'King.
{Gaz}. Must] we are for him
{Cordo}. Now doe I looke for a fig.
{Gaz}. Chew none, feare nothing.
                                                            {Exeunt}.
                     ÕACT V, SCENE vå
     {Flourish. Enter King}, Tormiella, Valasco, Malevento, Alphonso.
{King}. Has heauen left chiding yet, there's in thy voice
A thunder that worse frights mee, didst thou sweare
In bed to kill me, had I married thee?
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{Tormi}. It was my vow to doe so.
{King}.                          And did that Villaine,
That {Lupo Vindicado's,} thrust this vengeance
Into thy desperate hand.
{Tormi}.              That Villaine swore me
To speed you, I had dy'd else; me had he murdered
When in a Doctors shape he came to cure
The madnesse which in me was counterfeit,
Onely to shun your touches.
{King}.                  Strange preseruation.
             {Enter} Iago, Gazetto, {and} Cordolente.
{Val}. Here comes the traytor ]
{King}. Diuell, didst thou tempt this woman 'gainst my life?
{Gaz}. Has she betray'd me, yes, hence Anticke vizors,
Ile now appeare my selfe.
{Male}.                {Gazetto} ]
{Gaz}.                              The same.
{Cordo}. I ha warm'd a Snake in my bosome.
{Male}.                                   This is he,
To whom by promise of my mouth, (not hers)
{Tormiella} should ha' beene married, but flying him
To runne away with this, he in disguise
Has followed Both thus long to be reueng'd.
{Gaz}. And were not my hands ty'd by your preuention
It should goe forward yet, my plot lay there
(King) to haue her kill thee, this Cuckold her,
Then had I made him Hawkes-meat.
{Val}.                        Bloudy Varlet.
{King}. Rare Prouidence, I thanke thee, what a heape
Of mischiefes haue I brought vpon my Kingdome,
By one base Act of lust, and my greatest horror
Is that for her I made away my Queene
By this destroyers hand, this crimson Hell-hound
That laughes at nothing but fresh Villanies.
{Gaz}. The laughing dayes I wisht for, are now come sir,
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I am glad that leaping into such a Gulph,
I am not drown'd, your Queene liues.
{King}.                           Ha]
{Gaz}.                               She liues,
I had no reason to kill her.
{Val}.                    A better Spirit
Stood at his elbow, then you planted there,
My poore Girle your sad Queene, breathes yet.
{King}.                                    Long may she,
Fetch her, commend me to her, cheere her (Father.)
{Val}. With the best hart I haue.                      {Exit}.
{King}.                          Let that slye Bawd,
Engine of Hell, who wrought vpon thy Chastity
Be whipt through {Sivill,} foure such tempting witches
May vndoe a City: come, you wronged paire,
By a King that parted you, you new married are.
Inioy each other and prosper.
{Cordo}.                   I doe already,
Feeling more ioyes then on my Wedding day,
I nere till now was married.
{Tormi}. Nor I euer happy vntill this houre.
{Male}. Nor I, as I am true Lord.
{King}. No sir, y'are no true Lord, you haue a title,
A face of honour, as in Courts many haue,
For base and seruile prostitutions,
And you are such a one, your Daughters fall
Was first step to your rising, and her rising
Againe to that sweet goodnesse she neuer went from,
Must be your fall, and strip you of all honours,
Your Lordship is departed.
{Male}. Does the Bell ring out ] I care not.
Your Kingdome was a departing too, I had a place in Court for
nothing, and if it be gon, I can loose nothing. I ha' beene like a
Lord in a play, and that done, my part ends.
{King}. Yes sir, I purge my Court of such Infection.
{Male}. I shall find company i'th City I warmnt; I am not the first
hath giuen vp my Cloake of honour.                                {Exit}.
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            {Enter} Valasco, Iohn, {and Queene}.
{King}. Oh my abused heart, thy pardon, see
I haue sent home my stolne goods.
{Queen}.                       Honestly ]
{King}. As she was euer; now with full cleere eyes
I see thy beauty, and strange Cheekes despise.
{Queen}. You call me from a graue of shame and sorrow,
In which I lay deepe buried.
{Iohn}.                   From a graue likewise
Your Maiestie calls me, I haue lookt backe
On all my poore Ambitions, and am sorry,
That I fell euer from so bright a Spheare,
As is the Loue of such a royall brother.
{King}. Be as you speake, we are friends, it was our will
To let you know, we can, or saue, or kill.
{Iohn}. Your mercy new transformes me.
{King}.                               Sirrah your sauing
My Queene, when I confesse (lust me so blinded)
I would haue gladly lost her; giues thee life.
{Queen}. First I thanke Heauen, then him, and at last you.
{Gaz}. I had not the heart to hurt a woman, if I had, your little face
had beene mall'd ere this, but my Angers out, forgiue me.
{Tormi}. With all my heart.
{King}. Pray noble brother loue this man, he's honest,
I ha' made of him good proofe, we should haue had
A wedding, but Heauen frown'd at it, and I
Am glad 'tis crost, yet we'll both Feast and dance,
Our Fame hath all this while laine in a Trance:
Come {Tormiella,} well were that City blest,
That with but, Two such women should excell
But there's so few good, th'ast no Paralell.
                                                  {Exeunt}.
                 {FINIS}.
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