And insolence threw upon thee. Mary. I had been Sir John. Does not the object and the accent take you? Luke. A pretty fable. [Exeunt Orpheus and the rest.] But that music should Alter, in fiends, their nature is to me What I have once decreed shall know no change. Luke. How? Sir John. Should I present [yet I think Your servants, debtors, and the rest that suffer By your fit severity, I presume the sight Would move you to compassion. Luke. Not a mote. The music that your Orpheus made was harsh, Sir John. Spirits, in their shapes, Shall shew them as they are: but if it should move you ? Luke. If it do, may I ne'er find pity! Appear! as I commanded. Sad Music. Enter GOLDWIRE, Junior, and TRADEWELL, Junior, as from prison; FORTUNE, HOYST, and PENURY; Serjeants with TRADEWELL, Senior, and GOLDWIRE, Senior;-these followed by SHAVE'EM in a blue gown, SECRET and DING'EM; they all kneel to LUKE, lifting up their hands. STARGAZE is seen, with a pack of almanacks, and MILLISCENT. Luke. Ha, ha, ha! This move me to compassion, or raise My scene of mirth: ha, ha!-They now grow tedious, Too happy, if I had enjoyed the substance; But far unworthy of it, now I fall Thus prostrate to thy statue. L. Frug. My kind husband, (Bless'd in my misery,) from the monastery Sir John. Does not this move you? Luke. Yes, as they do the statues, and her sorrow My absent brother. If, by your magic art, You can give life to these, or bring him hither To witness her repentance, I may have, Perchance, some feeling of it. Sir John. For your sport, You shall see a masterpiece. Here's nothing but [Burns incense, and makes mystical gesticulału na L. Lacy. I long since Confess'd my error. Sir John. Look up; I forgive you, And seal your pardons thus. [have [Raises and embraces Lady FRUgal, Anns, and Mary L. Frug. I am too full Of joy, to speak it. Anne. I am another creature ; Not what I was. Mary. I vow to shew myself, When I am married, an humble wife, Plenty. On those terms, I gladly thus embrace you. Sir Maur. Welcome to ¡TO MANT Trade. jun. and the rest. Good sir, mercy! Sir John. This day is sacred to it. All shul As far as lawful pity can give way to't, [fiud mr. Indulgent to your wishes, though with loss Unto myself. My kind and honest brother, Looking into yourself, have you seen the Gorgon? What a golden dream you have had, in the posses sion Of my estate !-but here's a revocation Transcending all example !—but I shall be A sharer in thy crimes, should I repeat them- Make bold with mine own, pray you uncase: this key, too, I must make bold with. Hide thyself in some desart, SCENE,-PARTLY AT NAPLES, AND PARTLY IN THE ADJACENT COUNTRY. PROLOGUE. After twice putting forth to sea, his fame (Strange self-love in a writer!). He would kn SCENE I.-NAPLES. A Grove. ACT I. Enter DURAZZO, CAMILLO, LENTULO, DONATO, and two Servants. Dur. Tell me of his expenses! Which of you Stands bound for a gazet? he spends his own; And you impertinent fools or knaves, (make choice Of either title, which your signiorships please,) To meddle in't. Camil. Your age gives privilege To this harsh language. Dur. My age! do not use That word again; if you do, I shall grow young, And swinge you soundly: I would have you know Camil. This is from the purpose. Dur. I cannot cut a caper, or groan like you When I have done, nor run away so nimbly Out of the field: but bring me to a fence-school, And crack a blade or two for exercise. At a gamesome mistress,) and you shall confess I am in the May of my abilities, And you in your December. Lent. We are glad you bear Your years so well. Dur. My years! no more of years; If you do, at your peril. Camil. We desire not To prove your valour. Dur. 'Tis your safest course. Camil. But as friends to your fame and reputation, Come to instruct you, your too much indulgence Dur. Wise men !-in your opinion; but to me, me Train up my ward a hopeful youth, to keep When he comes to age, or be compell'd to marry His tricks by the square root; grant him no plea sure But quoits and nine-pins; suffer him to converse With none but clowns and coblers: as the Turk Poverty, old age, and aches of all seasons, [says, Light on such heathenish guardians ! Don. You do worse To the ruin of his state, under your favour, In feeding his loose riots. Dur. Riots! what riots? Don. She affects him not, But dotes upon another. Dur. Worse and worse. Camil. You know him, young Adorio. What proof of this? Lent. I dogg'd him to the church; But to make his approaches to his mistress, Camil. And would you stand conceal'd Dur. I thank you ; This torrent must be stopt. Don. They come. Camil. Stand close. [They stand aside. coarsely, You might, with some pretence of reason, slight Dur. Were he not an eunuch, He would, and sue again; I am sure I should. He wears rich clothes, I do so; keeps horses, At barley-break in my breeches. games, and wenches; Calis. Hear me, sir; Though you continue, nay increase your scorn, Ador. I will tell you, And bluntly, as my usual manner is. Though were a woman-hater, which I am not, In killing of your uncle, which I grieve for, In your mind there does appear one fault so gross, As you desire, affect you. Calis. Make me know it, I'll soon reform it. Ador. Would you'd keep your word! Calis. Put me to the test. Ador. I will. You are too honest, And, like your mother, too strict and religious, And talk too soon of marriage; I shall break, If at that rate I purchase you. Can I part with My uncurb'd liberty, and on my neck Wear such a heavy yoke? hazard my fortunes, With all the expected joys my life can yield me, For one commodity, before I prove it? Venus forbid on both sides! let crook'd hams, Bald heads, declining shoulders, furrow'd cheeks, Be awed by ceremonies: if you love me In the way young people should, I'll fly to meet it, And we'll meet merrily. Calis. 'Tis strange such a man Can use such language. Ador. In my tongue my heart Those lawful flames, (for, madam, know, with other Dur. My nephew is an ass; What a devil hath he to do with virgin honour. Altars, or lawful flames, when he should tell her They are superstitious nothings; and speak to the Of the delight to meet in the old dance, [purpose Between a pair of sheets; my grandam call'd it, The Peopling of the World. Calis. How, gentle sir! To vindicate my honour! that is needless; Speaks freely, fair one. Think on't, a close friend, I dare not fear the worst aspersion malice Or private mistress, is court rhetoric; A wife, mere rustic solecism: so good morrow! [ADORIO offers to go, CALDORO comes forward and stops him. Camil. How like you this? Dur. A well-bred gentleman! I am thinking now if ever in the dark, Or drunk, I met his mother: he must have Some drops of my blood in him, for at his years I was much of his religion. Camil. Out upon you! Don. The colt's tooth still in your mouth! Ador. You may perceive I seek not to displant you, Where you desire to grow; for further thanks, 'Tis needless compliment. Cald. There are some natures Received in corners; holding it an impairing Ador. My designs Are not so urgent, but they can dispense Camil. Pray you now observe your nephew. Dur. How he looks! like a school-boy that had And went to be breech'd. [play'd the truant, Cald. Madam ! Calis. A new affliction! Your suit offends as much as his repulse, Mirt. Hear him, madam; His sorrow is not personated; he deserves Dur. He has made the maid his ; Cald. I come not to urge My merit to deserve you, since you are, you, While I, at all parts, without boast, his equal, me, Can throw upon it. Cald. Your sweet patience, lady, And more than dove-like innocence, render you I deeply suffer. Can you undergo The scorn of being refused? I must confess Ador. You take that license, sir, Cald. I'll force more ; Nor will I for my own ends undertake it, A justice to your sex, with mine own wrong [Strikes ADORIO, the rest rush forward; they all tran Mirt. Help! |