Beaumont and Fletcher's Works. Volume 9
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works. Volume 9
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Enter ArciteArcite. Banish'd the Kingdom? 'tis a benefit,A mercy I must thank 'em for, but banish'dThe free enjoying of that face I die for,Oh 'twas a studdied punishment, a deathBeyond Imagination: Such a vengeanceThat were I old and wicked, all my sinsCould never pluck upon me, Palamon;Thou hast the Start now, thou shalt stay and seeHer bright eyes break each morning 'gainst thy window,And let in life into thee; Thou shalt feedUpon the sweetness of a noble beauty,That nature never exceeded, nor never shall:Good gods! what happiness has Palamon!Twenty to one, he'll come to speak to her,And if she be as gentle, as she's fair,I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tameTempests, and make the wild Rocks wanton. Come what can come,The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdom,I know mine own is but a heap of ruins,And no redress there, if I go, he has her,I 'm resolv'd an other shape shall make me,Or end my fortunes. Either way, I' m happy:I'll see her, and be near her, or no more.Enter 4. Country people, & one with a garland before them1. My Masters, I'll be there that's certain.2. And I'll be there.3. And I.4. Why then have with ye Boys; 'Tis but [a] chiding,Let the plough play to day, I'll tick['lt] outOf the jades tails to morrow.1. I 'm sureTo have my wife as jealous as a Turkey:But that's all one, I'll goe through, let her mumble.2. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her,And all's made up again.3. I, do but put a fesku in her fist, and you shall see herTake a new lesson out, and be a good wench.Doe we all hold, against the Maying?4. Hold? what should ail us?3. Arcas, will be there.2. And Sennois.And Rycas, and 3. Better lads never danc'd under green Tree,And yet know what wenches: ha?But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster keep touchDoe you think: For he do's all ye know.3. He'll eat a hornbook ere he fail: goe too, the matter's too far driven between him, and the Tanners daughter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must dance too.4. Shall we be lusty.2. All the Boys in Athens blow wind i'th' breech on's, and here I'll be and there I'll be, for our Town, and here again, and there again: Ha, Boys, heigh for the weavers.1. This must be done i'th woods.4. O pardon me.2. By any means our thing of learning sees so: Where he himself will edifie the Duke most parlously in our behalfs: He's excellent i'th' woods, bring him to'th' plains, his learning makes no cry.3. We'll see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: andSweet Companions lets rehearse by any means, beforeThe Ladies see us, and doe sweetly, and God knows whatMay come on't.4. Content; the sports once ended, we'll perform. AwayBoys and hold.Arc. By your leaves honest friends: Pray you w[h]ither goe you.4. Whither? Why, what a question's that!Arc. Yes, 'tis a question, to me that know not.3. To the Games, my Friend.2. Where were you bred you know it not?Arc. Not far Sir,Are there such Games, to day?1. Yes marry are there:And such as you never saw; The Duke, himselfWill be in person there.Arc. What pastimes are they?2. Wrastling, and Running; 'Tis a pretty Fellow.3. Thou wilt not goe along.Arc. Not yet Sir.4. Well SirTake your own time, come Boys.1. My mind misgives meThis fellow has a veng'ance trick o'th hip,Marke how his Bodi's made for't.2. I'll be hang'd thoughIf he dare venture, hang him plumb-porredge,He wrestle? He rost eggs. Come lets be gon Lads.[Exeunt 4.Arc. This is an offer'd oportunityI durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled,The best men call'd it excellent, and runSwifter, than wind upon a feild of Corn(Curling the wealthy ears) never flew: I'll venture,And in some poor disguize be there, who knowsWhether my brows may not be girt with garlands?And happiness prefer me to a place,Where I may ever dwell in sight of her.[Exit Arcite.Scæena [4]
Enter Jailors Daughter aloneDaugh. Why should I love this Gentleman? 'Tis oddsHe never will affect me; [I am] base,My Father the mean Keeper of his Prison,And he a Prince; To marry him is hopeless;To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't;What pushes are we wenches driven toWhen fifteen once has found us? First I saw him,I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man;He has as much to please a woman in him,(If he please to bestow it so) as everThese eyes yet lookt on; Next, I pittied him,And so would any young wench o'my ConscienceThat ever dream'd, or vow'd her MaydenheadTo a young hansom Man; Then I lov'd him,(Extremely lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him;And yet he had [a] Cosen, fair as he too.But in my heart was Palamon, and thereLord, what a coyl he keepes! To hear himSing in an evening, what a Heaven it is!And yet his Songs are sad-ones; Fairer spoken,Was never Gentleman. When I come inTo bring him water in a morning, firstHe bows his noble body, then salutes me, thus:Fair, gentle Mayd, good morrow, may thy goodness,Get thee a happy husband; Once he kist me,I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after,Would he would doe so ev'ry day; He greives much,And me as much to see his misery:What should I doe, to make him know I love him,For I would fain enjoy him? Say I ventur'dTo set him free? What saies the Law then? Thus muchFor Law, or kindred: I will doe it,And this night, or to morrow he shall love me.[Exit.[This short florish of Cornets and Showtes within.Scæna [5]
Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Pirithous, Emilia: Arcite with a Garland, &cThes. You have done worthily; I have not seenSince Hercules, a man of tougher sinews;What ere you are, you run the best, and wrestle,That these times can allow.Arcite. I'm proud to please you.Thes. What Countrie bred you?Arcite. This; But far off, Prince.Thes. Are you a Gentleman?Arcite. My father said so;And to those gentle uses gave me life.Thes. Are you his heir?Arcite. His youngest Sir.Thes. Your FatherSure is a happy S[ir]e, then: What proves you?Arcite. A little of all noble Qualities:I could have kept a Hawk, and well have hollow'dTo a deep crie of Dogs; I dare not praiseMy feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew meWould say it was my best peece: last, and greatest,I would be thought a Soldier.Thes. You are perfect.Pirith. Upon my soul, a proper man.Emilia. He is so.Per. How doe you like him Ladie?Hip. I admire him,I have not seen so young a man, so noble(If he say true,) of his sort.Emil. Believe,His mother was a wondrous handsome woman,His face me thinks, goes that way.Hip. But his BodyAnd firie mind, illustrate a brave Father.Per. Mark how his virtue, like a hidden Sun,Breaks through his baser garments.Hip. He's well got sure.Thes. What made you seek this place Sir?Arc. Noble Theseus.To purchase name, and doe my ablest serviceTo such a well-found wonder, as thy worth,For only in thy Court, of all the worldDwells fair-ey'd honor.Per. All his words are worthy.Thes. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell,Nor shall you loose your wish: PerithousDispose of this faire Gentleman.Perith. Thanks Theseus.What ere you are y'are mine, and I shall give youTo a most noble service, to this Lady,This bright young Virgin; Pray observe her goodness;You have honour'd her fair birth-day, with your virtues,And as your due y'are hers: kiss her fair hand Sir.Arc. Sir, y'are a noble Giver: dearest Beautie,Thus let me seal my vow'd faith: when your Servant(Your most unworthie Creature) but offends you,Command him die, he shall.Emil. That were too cruell.If you deserve well Sir; I shall soon see't:Y'are mine, and somewhat better than your ranck I'll use you.Per. I'll see you furnish'd, and because you sayYou are a horseman, I must needs intreat youThis after noon to ride, but 'tis a rough one.Arc. I like him better (Prince) I shall not thenFreeze in my Saddle.Thes. Sweet, you must be readie,And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and allTo morrow by the Sun, to doe observanceTo flowry May, in Dian's wood: wait well Sir,Upon your Mistris: Emely, I hopeHe shall not goe a foot.Emil. That were a shame Sir,While I have horses: take your choice, and whatYou want at any time, let me but know it;If you serve faithfully, I dare assure youYou'll find a loving Mistris.Arc. If I doe not,Let me find that my Father ever hated,Disgrace, and blows.Thes. Go lead the way; You have won it:It shall be so; You shall receive all duesFit for the honor you have won; 'Twere wrong else.Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant,That if I were a woman, would be Master,But you are wise.[Florish.Emil. I hope too wise for that Sir.[Exeunt omnes.Scæna 6
Enter Jaylors Daughter aloneDaughter. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore,He is at liberty: I have ventur'd for him:And out I have brought him to a little woodA mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar,Higher than all the rest, spreads like a planeFast by a Brook, and there he shall keep close,Till I provide him Fyles, and food; for yetHis yron bracelets are not off. O LoveWhat a stout hearted child thou art! My FatherDurst better have indur'd cold iron, than done it:I love him beyond love, and beyond reason,Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know itI care not, I am desperate: If the LawFind me, and then condemne me for't; Some wenches,Some honest hearted Maids, will sing my Dirge.And tell to memory, my death was noble,Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes,I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannotBe so unmanly, as to leave me here,If he doe, Maids will not so easilyTrust men again: And yet he has not thank'd meFor what I have done: no not so much as kist me,And that (me thinks) is not so well; Nor scarcelyCould I persuade him to become a Freeman,He made such scruples of the wrong he didTo me, and to my Father. Yet I hopeWhen he considers more, this love of mineWill take more root within him: Let him doeWhat he will with me, so he use me kindly,For use me so he shall, or I'll proclaim him,And to his face, no man: I'll presentlyProvide him necessaries, and pack my cloaths up,And where there is a path of ground I'll ventureSo he be with me; By him, like a shadowI'll ever dwell; Within this hour the whoobubWill be all o'er the prison: [I am] thenKissing the man they look for: Farewell Father,Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters,And shortly you may keep your self. Now to him:[Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hollowing as people a Maying.Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima
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Enter Jaylors daughter aloneDaugh. He has mistook; the Beak I meant, is goneAfter his fancy, 'Tis now welnigh morning,No matter, would it were perpetuall night,And darkness Lord o'th' world, Hark 'tis a wolf:In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thingI care for nothing, and that's Palamon.I wreak not if the wolves would jaw me, soHe had this Fi[l]e; what if I hollow'd for him?I cannot hollow: if I whoop'd; what then?If he not answer'd, I should call a wolf,And doe him but that service. I have heardStrange howls this live-long night, why may't not beThey have made prey of him? he has no weapons,He cannot run, the Jengling of his GivesMight call fell things to listen, who have in themA sence to know a man unarm'd, and canSmell where resistance is. I'll set it downHe's torn to peeces, they howl'd many togetherAnd then they fed on him: So much for that,Be bold to ring the Bell; How stand I then?All's char'd when he is gone, No, no I lye,My Father's to be hang'd for his escape,My self to beg, if I priz'd life so muchAs to deny my act, but that I would not,Should I try death by dussons: I am mop't,Food took I non[e] these two daies.Sipt some water, I have not clos'd mine eyesSave when my lids scowrd off their bine; alasDissolve my life, Let not my sence unsettleLeast I should drown, or stab or hang my self.O state of Nature, fail together in me,Since thy best props are warpt: So which way now?The best way is, the next way to a grave:Each errant step beside is torment. LoeThe Moon is down, the Cr'ckets chirpe, the Schreich-owlCalls in the dawn; all offices are doneSave what I fail in: But the point is thisAn end, and that is all.[Exit.Scæna Tertia
Enter Arcite, with Meat, Wine, and FilesArc. I should be near the place, hoa. Cosen Palamon.Enter PalamonPal. Arcite?Arc. The same: I have brought you food and files,Come forth and fear not, here's no Theseus.Pal. Nor none so honest Arcite.Arc. That's no matter,We'll argue that hereafter: Come take courage,You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drink:I know you're faint, then I'll talk further with you.Pal. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me.Arc. I might.But I must fear you first: Sit down, and good nowNo more of these vain parlies; let us notHaving our ancient reputation with usMake talk for Fools, and Cowards, To your health. &c.Pal. Doe.Arc. Pray sit dow[n] then, and let me entreat youBy all the honesty and honor in you,No mention of this woman, 't will disturb us,We shall have time enough.Pal. Well Sir, I'll pledge you.Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good blood man.Doe not you feel it thaw you?Pal. Stay, I'll tell you after a draught or two more.Arc. Spare it not, the Duke has more Cuz: Eat now.Pal. Yes.Arc. [I am] glad you have so good a stomach.Pal. [I am] gladder I have so good meat to't.Arc. Is't not mad lodging here in the wild woods Cosen?Pal. Yes, for them that have wild Consciences.Arc. How tasts your victuals? your hunger needs no sawce I see.Pal. Not much.But if it did, yours is too tart: sweet Cosen: what is this?Arc. Venison.Pal. 'Tis a lusty meat:Give me more wine; here Arcite to the wenchesWe have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter.Doe you remember her?Arc. After you Cuz.Pal. She lov'd a black-hair'd man.Arc. She did so; well Sir.Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite; an.Arc. Out with't faith.Pal. She met him in an Arbor:What did she there Cuz? play o'the virginals?Arc. Something she did Sir.Pal. Made her groan a Month for't; or 2. or 3. or 10.Arc. The Marshals Sister,Had her share too, as I remember Cosen,Else there be tales abroad, you'll pledge her?Pal. Yes.Arc. A pretty brown wench 'tis: There was a timeWhen young men went a hunting, and a wood,And a broad beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho.Pal. For Emily, upon my life, foolA way with this strain'd mirth; I say againThat sigh was breath'd for Emily; base Cosen,Dar'st thou break first?Arc. You are wide.Pal. By heaven and earth, there's nothing in thee honest.Arc. Then I'll leave you: you are a Beast now:Pal. As thou mak'st me, Traytor.Arc. There's all things needfull, files and shirts, and perfumes.I'll come again some two hours hence, and bringThat that shall quiet all.Pal. A Sword and Armor.Arc. Fear me not; you are now too fowl; farewell.Get off your Trinkets, you shall want nought.Pal. Sir ha:Arc. I'll here no more.[Exit.Pal. If he keep touch, he dies for't.[Exit.Scæna Quarta
Enter Jaylors daughterDaugh. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too,The little Stars, and all, that look like aglets:The Sun has seen my Folly: Palamon;Alas no; he's in heaven; where am I now?Yonder's the sea, and there's a Ship; how't tumblesAnd there's a Rock lies watching under water;Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now,There's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry!Upon her before the wind, you'll loose all els:Up with a course or two, and tack about Boys.Good night, good night, y'are gone; I'm very hungry,Would I could find a fine Frog; he would tell meNews from all parts o'th' world, then would I makeA Careck of a Cockle-shell, and sayllBy East and North East to the King of Pigmies,For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my FatherTwenty to one is trust up in a triceTo morrow morning, I'll say never a word.SingFor I'll cut my green coat, afoot above my knee,And I'll clip my yellow locks; an inch below mine eie.hey, nonny, nonny, nonny.He's buy me a whit Cut, forth for to rideAnd I'll goe seek him, throw the world that is so wide.hey nonny, nonny, nonny.O for a prick now like a Nightingale, to put my brestAgainst. I shall sleep like a Top else.[Exit.Scæna [5]
Enter a Schoolmaster 4. Countrymen: and Baum. 2. or 3., with a TaborerSch. Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye? have my Rudiments bin labour'd so long with ye? milk'd unto ye, and, by a figure, even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry where, and how, & wherefore? you most course freeze capacities, ye jave Judgements, have I said thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man understand me, prob deum, medius fidius, ye are all dunces: For why here stand I. Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the Duke appears, I meet him, and unto him I utter learned things, and many figures, he hears, and nods, and hums, and then cries rare, and I goe forward, at length I fling my Cap up; mark there; then do you as once did Meleager, and the Bore break comely out before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace, and turn Boys.1. And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold.2. Draw up the Company, Where's the Taboror?3. Why Timothy?Tab. Here my mad boys, have at ye.Sch. But I say where's their wom[e]n?4. Here's Friz and Maudline.2. And little Luce, with the white legs, and bouncing Barbary.1. And freckled Nel; that never fail'd her Master.Sch. Where be your Ribands maids? swym with your BodiesAnd carry it sweetly, and deliverlyAnd now and then a favor, and a friske.Nel. Let us alone Sir.Sch. Where's the rest o'th' Musick.3. Dispers'd as you commanded.Sch. Couple thenAnd see what's wanting; where's the Bavian?My friend, carry your tail without offenceOr scandall to the Ladies; and be sureYou tumble with audacity, and manhood,And when you bark doe it with judgement.Bau. Yes Sir.Sch. Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.4. We may goe whistle: all the fat's i'th' fire.Sch. We have,As learned Authors utter, wash'd a Tile,We have been fatuus, and labour'd vainly.2. This is that scornfull peece, that scurvy hildingThat gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,Cicely the Sempsters daughter:The next gloves that I give her shall be dogs-skin;Nay and she fail me once, you can tell Arcas,She swore by wine, and bread, she would not break.Sch. An E[e]l and woman,A learned Poet sayes: unles by'th' tailAnd with thy teeth thou hold, will either fail,In manners this was false position.1. A fire ill take her; do's she flinch now?3. WhatShall we determine Sir?Sch. Nothing,Our business is become a nullityYea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.4. Now when the credit of our Town lay on it,Now to be frampall, now to piss o'th' nettle,Goe thy ways, I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee.Enter Jaylor's daughterDaughter,The George alow, came from the South, fromThe coast of Barbary a.And there he met with brave gallants of warBy one, by two, by three, a.Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants,[Chair and stools out.And whither now are you bound a?O let me have your company till come to the sound a.There was three fools, fell out about an howlet:The one sed it was an owlThe other he sed nay,The third he sed it was a hawk, and her bels were cut away.3. There's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i'th' Nick, asmad as a march Hare; If we can get her dance, we are madeagain: I warrant her, she'll do the rarest gambols.1. A mad woman? we are made Boys.Sch. And are you mad good woman?Daugh. I would be sorry else,Give me your hand.Sch. Why?Daugh. I can tell your fortune.You are a fool: tell ten, I have poz'd him: BuzFriend you must eat no white bread, if you doYour teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho?I know you, y'are a Tinker: Sir, ha TinkerStop no more holes, but what you should.Sch. Dii boni. A Tinker Damzell?Daug. Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now; and let him play.Quipassa, o'th' bels and bones.Sch. Go take her, and fluently persuade her to a peace:Et opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis.Strike up, and lead her in.2. Come Lass, lets trip it.Daugh. I'll lead.[Wind Horns.3. Doe, doe.Sch. Persuasively, and cunningly: away boys,[Ex. all but Schoolemaster.I hear the horns: give me someMeditation, and mark your Cue;Pallas inspire me.Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite: and trainThes. This way the Stag took.Sch. Stay, and edifie.Thes. What have we here?Per. Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir.Thes. Well Sir, goe forward, we will edifie.Ladies sit down, we'll stay it.Sch. Thou doughtie Duke all hail: all hail sweet Ladies.Thes. This is a cold beginning.Sch. If you but favor; our Country pastime made is,We are a few of those collected hereThat ruder Tongues distinguish villager,And to say veritie, and not to fable;We are a merry rout, or else a rableOr company, or by a figure, ChorusThat for thy dignitie will dance a Morris.And I that am the rectifier of allBy title Pedagogus, that let fallThe Birch upon the breeches of the small ones,And humble with a Ferula the tall ones,Doe here present this Machine, or this frameAnd daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fameFrom Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillarIs blown abroad; help me thy poor well willer,And with thy twinckling eyes, look right and straightUpon this mighty Morr – of mickle waightIs – now comes in, which being glew'd togetherMakes Morris, and the cause that we came hitherThe body of our sport of no small studyI first appear, though rude, and raw, and muddy,To speak before thy noble grace, this tenner:At whose great feet I offer up my penner.The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright,The Chambermaid, and Servingman by nightThat seek out silent hanging: Then mine HostAnd his fat Spouse, that welcomes to their costThe gauled Traveller, and with a beck'ningInformes the Tapster to inflame the reck'ning:Then the beast eating Clown, and next the fool,The Bavian, with long tail, and eke long toolCum multis aliis, that make a dance,Say I, and all shall presently advance.Thes. I, I by any means, dear Domine.Per. Produce.[Musick Dance.Intrate filii, Come forth, and foot it.Knock for Schoolm. Enter The Dance.Ladies, if we have been merryAnd have pleas'd thee with a derry,And a derry, and a downSay the Schoolmaster's no Clown.Duke, if we have pleas'd thee tooAnd have done as good Boys should doeGive us but a tree or twaineFor a Maypole, and againEre another year run outWe'll make thee laugh and all this rout.Thes. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart?Hip. Never so pleas'd Sir.Emil. 'Twas an excellent dance, and for a prefaceI never heard a better.Thes. Schoolmaster, I thank you, One see'em all rewarded.Per. And heer's something to paint your Pole withall.Thes. Now to our sports again.Sch. May the Stag thou huntst stand long,And thy dogs be swift and strong:May they kill him without lets,And the Ladies eat his dowsets: Come we are all made.[Wind Horns.Dii Deæq; Omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches.[Exeunt.
