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sing block, upon whom my lord lays all his cloaths Roch. "Tis well. and fashions, ere he vouchsafes them his own Beaumel. My father! person; you shall see him in the morning in the Nov. jun. My honourable lord! galley-foíst, at noon in the bullion, in the evening Roch. My lord Novall! this is a virtue in you, in Querpo, and all night in

So early up and ready before noon, Malot. A bawdy-house.

That are the map of dressing through all France! Pont. If my lord deny, they deny; if he af- Nov. jun. I rise to say my prayers, sir, here's firm, they affirm : They skip into my lord's cast

my saint. skins some twice a year; and thus they live to Roch. "Tis well and courtly ;--you must give eat, eat to live, and live to praise my lord.

me leave; Malot. Good sir, tell me one thing.

I have some private conference with my daughter; Pont, What's that?

Pray use my garden, you shall dine with me. Malot. Dare these men ever fight on any cause?

Lilad. We'll wait on you. Pont. Oh, no, 'twould spoil their cloaths, and Nov. jun. Good morn unto your lordship, put their bands out of order.

Remember what you have vowedNov. jun. Must you hear the news : Your fa

(To Beuumelle. ther has resigned his presidentship to my lord iny [Ereunt all but Rochfort and Beaumelle. father.

Beaunel. Perform I must. Malot. And lord Charalois undone for ever. Roch. Why how now, Beaumelle, thou look'st Pont. Troth, 'tis pity, sir !

not well. A braver hope of so assured a father

Thou art sad of late, coine cheer thee; I have Did never comfort France.

found Lilad. A good dumb mourner.

A wholesome remedy for these maiden fits, Aymer. A silent black.

A goodly oak whereon to twist my vine, Nov. jun. Oh, fie upon him, how he wears his Till her fair branches grow up to the stars. cloaths!

Be near at hand, success crown my intent,
As if he had come this Christmas from St Omers, My business fills my little time so full,
To sec his friends, and returned after twelf-tide. I cannot stand to talk: I know thy duty

Lilad. His colonel looks finely like a drover.- Is handmaid to my will, especially
Nov. jun. That had a winter lain perdue in When it presents nothing but good and fit.
he rain.

Beaumel. Sir, I am yours.-Oh! if my fears Aymer. What, he that wears a clout about his

prove true, neck ?

Fate hath wronged love, and will

destroy me too. His cuffs in his pocket, and his heart in his mouth?

[Erit Beaumelle. Nov. jun. Now, out upon him! Beaumel. Servant, tie my hand.

Enter Romont and Keeper. How your lips blush, in scorn that they should pay

Rom. Sent you

for me, sir? Tribute to hands, when lips are in the way! Roch. Yes. Nov. jun. I thus recant; yet now your hand Rom. Your lordship’s pleasure ? looks white,

Roch. Keeper, this prisoner I will see forthBecause your lips robbed it of such a right.

coming, Monsieur Aymer, I prithee sing the song, Upon my word—Sit down, good colonel. Devoted to my mistress. (Music.

[Erit Keeper. SONG,

Why I did wish you hither, noble sir,

Is to advise you from this iron carriage, A dialogue between a man and a woman.

Which, so affected, Romont, you will wear
Man. Set, Phæbus! set; a fairer sun doth rise To pity, and to counsel you to submit

From the bright radiance of my mistress' eyes With expedition to the great Novall :
Than ever thou begat'st: I dare not look ; Recant your stern contempt and slight neglect
Each hair a golden line, each word a hook, of the whole court and him, and opportunely,

The more I strive, the more still I am took. Or you will undergo a heavy censure
Wom. Fuir servant! come; the day these eyes do In public, very shortly.
lend

Rom. Reverend sir, Towarm thy blood, thou dost so vainly spend, I have observed you, and do know you well ; Come strangle breath.

And am now more afraid you know not me, Man. What note so sweet as this

By wishing my submission to Novall, That calls the spirits to a further bliss ? Than I can be of all the bellowing mouths Wom. Yet this out-satours wine, and this perfume, That wait upon him to pronounce the censure, Man. Let's die, I languish, I consume.

Could it determine me to torments and shame.

Subinit and crave forgiveness of a beast ? After the song, enter Rochfort and BEAUMONT. 'Tis true, this boil of state wears purple tissue,

Beaum. Romont will come, sir, straight. Is high fed, proud :-So is his lordship’s horse,

And bears as rich caparaisons. I know He was immortal-though I vow I grieve,
This elephant carries on his back not only And see no reason why the vicious,

Towers, castles, but the ponderous republic, Virtuous, valiant, and unworthy men,
And never stoops for it; with his strong breathed Should die alike.
trunk

Roch. They do not.
Snuffs other's titles, lordships, offices,

Char. In the manner Wealth, hribes, and lives, under his ravenous jaws: Of dying, sir, they do not, but all die, What's this unto my freedom? I dare die; And therein differ not: But I have done. And therefore ask this camel, if these blessings I spied the lively picture of my father, (I'or so they would be understood by a man) Passing your gallery, and that cast this water But mollify one rudeness in his nature,

Into mine eyes : See-foolish that I am,
Sweeten the eager relish of the law,

To let it do so.
At whose great helm he sits. Helps he the poor Roch. Sweet and gentle Nature !
In a just business? Nay, does he not cross How silken is this well comparatively,
Every deserved soldier and scholar,

To other inen; I have a suit to you, sir,
As if, when nature made him, she had made Char. Take it; 'tis granted.
The general antipathy of all virtue ?

Roch, What?
How savagely and blasphemously he spake Char. Nothing, my lord.
Touching the general, the brave general, dead ! Roch. Nothing is quickly granted.
I must weep when I think on't.

Char. Faith, my lord !
Roch. Sir!

That nothing granted is even all I have, Rom. My lord, I am not stubborn: I can melt, For all know I have nothing left to grant. you see,

Roch. Sir, have you any suit to me? I'll grant And

prize a virtue better than my life: You something, anything. For though I be not learned, I ever loved

Char. Nay, surely, I, that can That holy mother of all issues good,

Give nothing, will but sue for that again. Whose white hand for a scepter holds a file, No man will grant me anything I sue for. To polish roughest customs, and in you

But begging nothing, every man will give it. She has her right : See! I am calm as sleep; Roch. Sir, the love I bore your father, and the But when I think of the gross injuries,

worth The godless wrong done to my general dead, I see in you, so much resembling his, I rave indeed, and could eat this Novall; Made me thus send for you. And tender here A soulless dromedary!

[ Draws a curtain. Roch. Oh! be temperate;

Whatever you will take, gold, jewels, both, Sir, though I would persuade, I'll not constrain; All, to supply your wants, and free yourself

. Each man's opinion freely is his own,

Where heavenly virtue in high-blooded veins Concerning any thing, or any body;

Is lodged, and can agree, men should kneel down, Be it right or wrong, 'tis at the judge's peril. Adore, and sacritice all that they have;

And well they may, it is so seldom seen.
Enter BEAUMONT.

Put off your wonder, and here freely take, Beauin. These men, sir, wait without; my Or send your servants: Nor, sir, shall you use lord is come too.

In aught of this a poor man's fee, or bribe Roch. Pay them those sums upon the table; Unjustly taken of the rich, but what's take

Directly gotten, and yet by the law. Their full releases : -Stay I want a witness : Char. How ill, sir, it becomes those hairs ta Let me intreat you, colonel, to walk in,

mock ! And stand but by to see this money paid;

Roch. Mock? thunder strike me then, It does concern you and your friend; it was

Char. You do amaze me. The better cause you were sent for, though said But you shall wonder too; I will not take otherwise.

One single piece of this great heap. Why should I The deed shall make this my request more plain. Borrow, that have not means to pay; nay, am Rom. I shall obey your pleasure, sir, though A very bankrupt, even in Aattering hope ignorant

Of ever raising any. All my begging
To what it tends. (Exeunt Romont and Servant. Is Romont's liberty.
Enter CHARALOIS.

Enter Romont, BEAUMONT, and Creditors, Roch. Worthiest sir,

loaded with money. You are most welcome: Fie, no more of this: Roch. Here is your friend, You have out-wept a woman, noble Charalois ! Enfranchised ere you spake. I give him you : No man but has or must bury a father.

And, Charalois, I give you to your friend, Char. Grave sir! I buried sorrow for his death As free a man as he : Your father's debes In the grave with him. I did never think Are taken off

Char. How?

Thus seal it in the sight of Heaven and men. Rom. Sir, it is most true.

Your fingers tie my heart-strings with this touch, I am the witness.

In true-love knots, which nought but death shall 1 Cred. Yes, faith, we are paid.

loose. 2 Cred. Heaven bless his lordship-I did think And let these tears (an emblem of our loves) him wiser.

Like crystal rivers individually 3 Cred. He a statesman? He an ass-pay other Flow into one another; make one source, men's debts?

Which never man distinguish, less divide ! 1 Cred. That he was never bound for.

Breath marry breath, and kisses mingle souls; Rom. One more such

Two hearts and bodies here incorporate; Would save the rest of pleaders.

And, though with little wooing I have won, Char. Honoured Rochfort,

My future life shall be a wooing time, Lie still my tongue, and blushes scald my cheeks, And every day new as the bridal one. That other thanks in words for such great deeds. Oh, sir! Í

groan

under your courtesies, Roch. Call in my daughter : Still I have a suit More than my father's bones under his wrongs. to you.

[E.rit Beaumont. You, Curtius-like, have thrown into the gulf Would you requite me?

Of this his country's foul ingratitude, Rom. With his life, I assure you.

Your life and fortunes, to redeem their shames. Roch. Nay, would you make me now your Roch. No more, my glory! come, let's in, and debtor, sir!

hasten

This celebration.
Enter BEAUMELLE.

Romont, Malotin, Pontalier, and Beaumont.This is my only child : What she appears,

All fair bliss upon it. Your lordship well may see: for education, Beau

[Ereunt Rochfort, Charalois, Romont, melle

Beaumont, and Malotin. Follows not any: For her mind, I know it

Nov. jun. Mistress ! To be far fairer than her shape, and hope Beaum. Oh servant, virtue strengthen me! It will continue so: If now her birth

Thy presence blows round my affection's vane : Be not too mean for Charalois, take her, You will undo me if you speak again. This virgin, by the hand, and call her wife,

[Erit Beaumelle. Endowed with all my fortunes : Bless me so, Lilad. Aym. Here will be sport for you. This Requite me thus, and make me happier,

works. [Ereunt Libudam and Aymer. In joining my poor empty name to yours,

Nov. jun. Peace! peace ! Than if my 'state were multiplied tenfold.

Pont. One word, my lord Novall! Char. Is this the payment, sir, that you ex- Nov. jun. What, thou would'st money—there. pect?

Pont. No, I'll none, I'll not be bought a slave, Why, you precipitate me more in debt, A pandar, or a parasite, for all That nothing but my life can ever pay.

Your father's worth; though you have saved my This beauty being your daughter (in which yours lite, I must conceive necessity of her virtue)

Rescued me often from my wants, I must not Without all dowry is a prince's aim.

Wink at your follies that will ruin you. Then, as she is, för poor and worthless me You know my blunt way, and my love to truth: llow much too worthy! Waken me, Romont, Forsake the pursuit of this lady's honour, That I may know I dreained, and find this va- Now you do see her made another man's, nished.

And sucb a man's ! so good, so popular ; Rom. Sure I sleep not.

Or

you will pluck a thousand mischiefs on you. Roch. Your sentence-life or death.

The benefits you've done me are not lost, Char. Fair Beaumelle, can you love me? Nor cast away; they are pursed here in my Beaumel. Yes, my lord.

heart; Enter Novall jun. Pontalier, Malotin, Li- | Than to defend your vices, or to soothe them.

But let me pay you, sir, a fairer way
LADAM, and AYMER.--All salute.

Nov. jun. Ha, ha, ha! what are my courses Char. You need not question me if I can you.

unto thee? You are the fairest virgin in Dijon,

Good cousin Pontalier, meddle with that And Rochfort is your father.

That shall concern thyself.

(Exit Novall. Nov. jun. What's this change?

Pont. No more but scorn ? Roch. You met my wishes, gentlemen. Move on then, stars! work your pernicious will! Rom. What make

Only the wise rule, and preveni your ill. [Exit. These dogs in doublets here? Beaumel . A visitation, sir.

Hautboys. Here a passage over the stage, while Char. Then thus, fair Beaumelle! I write my the act is playing for the marriage of Charafaith,

lois with Beaumelle, se.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

Beaumel. Stay, Bellapert.

Bella. In this I must not, with your leave, Enter Novall jun. and BELLAPERT.

obey you. Nov. jun. Fly not to these excuses: Thou hast Your taylor and your tire-woman wait without, been

And stay my counsel and direction for False in thy promise—and, when I have said Your next day's dressing. I have much to do, Ungrateful, all is spoke.

Nor will your ladyship now, time is precious,
Bella. Good my lord ! but hear me only. Continue idle; this choice lord will find
Nov. jun. To what purpose,

trifler?
So fit employment for you.

[Exit BELLAPERT. Can any thing that thou canst say make void

Beaumel." I shall grow angry. The marriage? Or those pleasures but a dream, Nov. jun. Not so; you have a jewel in her, Which Charalois (oh Venus !) hath enjoyed ?

madam! Bella. I yet could say that you receive ad- Beaumel. You come to chide me, servant, and vantage

bring with you In what you think a loss, would you vouchsafe Sufficient warrant. You will say, and truly, me;

My father found too much obedience in me, That you were never in the way till now By being won too soon : Yet, if you please With safety to arrive at your desires;

But to remember all my hopes and fortunes That pleasure makes love to you, unattended Had reference to his liking, you will grant, By danger or repentance.

That though I did not well towards you, I yet Nov. jun. That I could

Did wisely for myself.
But apprehend one reason how this might be, Nov. jun. With too much fervour
Hope would not then forsake me.

I have so long loved, aud still love you, mistress, Bella. The enjoying

To esteem that an injury to me, Of what you most desire ; I say the enjoying, Which was to you convenient; that is past Shall, in the full possession of your wishes, My help, is past my cure. You yet may, lady, Confirm that I am faithful.

In recompence of all my duteous service, Nov. jun. Give some relish

(Provided that your will answer your power) How this may appear possible.

Become my creditress. Bella. I will.

Beaumel. I understand you;
Relish and taste, and make the banquet easy. And for assurance the request you make
You say my lady's married—I confess it : Shall not be long unanswered, pray you sit,
That Charalois hath enjoyed her—'tis most true: And by what you shall hear, you'll easily find,
That with her he's already master of

My passions are much fitter to desire
The best part of my lord's estate. Still better : Than to be sued to.
But that the first or last should be your hindrance,

Enter Romant and FLORIMEL.
I utterly deny: For, but observe me,
While she went for, and was, I swear, a virgin,

Flor. Sir, it is not envy
What courtesy could she with her honour give, At the start my fellow has got of me in
Or you receive with safety?

My lady's good opinion, that is the motive
Nov. jun. But for her marriage.

of this discovery ; but due payment Bella. 'Tis a fair protection

Of what I owe her honour. 'Gainst all arrests of fear or shame for ever. Rom. So I conceive it. Such as are fair, and yet not foolish, study

Flor. I have observed too much, nor shall my To have one at thirteen; but they are mad

silence
That stay till twenty. Then, sir! for the pleasure; Prevent the remedy yonder they are,
To say adultery is sweeter, that is stale. I dare not be seen with you. You may do
This only—Is not the contentment more,

What think fit, which will be, I presume,
To say, this is my cuckold, than my rival ? The office of a faithful and tried friend
More I could say--but, briefly, she doats on you;

To

[Exit Florinel. If it prove otherwise, spare not, poison me

Rom. This is no vision: Ha! With the next gold you give me.

Nov. jun. With the next opportunity.

Beaumel. By this kiss, and this, and this.
Enter BEAUMELLE.

Nov. jun. That you would ever swear thus ! Beaumel. How is this, servant? courting my Rom. If I seem rude, your pardon, lady! yours woman?

I do not ask : Come, do not dare to shew me Bella. As an entrance to

A face of anger, or the least dislike; The favour of the mistress; You are together, Put on, and suddenly, a milder look; And I am perfect in my cue. (Going. I shall grow rough else.

you

my young lord.

him presume

Nov. jun. Whst have I done, sir,

But
any

blemish in their lives to work on: To draw this harsh unsavoury language from you? But I will be plainer with you: had the people Rom. Done, popinjay? Why, dost thou think Been learnt to speak, but what even now I saw, that, if

Their malice out of that would raise an engine I e'er had dreamt that thou hadst done me To overthrow your honour. In my sight, wrong,

With yonder painted fool I frighted from you, Thou shouldst outlive it?

You used familiarity beyond Beaumel. This is something more

A modest entertainment: you embraced him Than my lord's friendship gives commission for. With too much ardour for a stranger, and Nov. jun. Your presence and the place make Met him with kisses neither chaste nor comely:

But learn you to forget him, as I will Upon my patience.

Your bounties to him; you will find it safer Rom. As if thou e'er wert angry

Rather to be uncourtly than immodest. But with thy taylor, and yet that poor shred Beaumel. This pretty rag about your neck Can bring more to the making up of a man,

shews well, Than can be hoped from thee : Thou art his crea- And, being coarse and little worth, it speaks you ture,

As terrible as thrifty.
And, did he not each morning new create thec, Rom. Madam!
Thou would'st stink and be forgotten. I will Beaumel. Yes.
not change

And this strong belt, in which you hang your hoOne syllable more with thee, until thou bring

nour, Some testimony, under good men's hands, Will outlast twenty scarfs. Thou art a Christian. I suspect thee strongly, Rom. What mean you, lady? And will be satisfied: 'Till which time, keep Beaumel. And all else about you cap-a-pee, from me.

So uniform in spite of handsomeness, The entertainment of your visitation

Shews such a bold contempt of comeliness, Has made what I intended one a business. That it is not strange your laundress in the Nov. jun. So we shall meet-madam!

Leaguer Rom. Use that leg again, and I'll cut off the Grew mad with love of you. other.

Rom. Is my free counsel Noo. jun. Very good.

[Exit Nov. Answered with this ridiculous scorn? Rom. So I respect you,

Beaumel. These objects Not for yourself, but in remembrance of Stole very much of my attention from me; Who is your father, and whose wife you now are, Yet something I remember, to speak truth, That I chuse rather not to understand

Delivered gravely, but to little purpose, Your nasty scoff, than

That almost would have made me swear, some Beaumel. What, you will not beat me,

curate If I expound it to you? Here's a tyrant

Had stolen into the person of Romont, Spares neither man nor woman.

And, in the praise of good-wife honesty, Rom. My intents,

Had read an homily. Madam, deserve not this; nor do I stay

Rom. By this handTo be the whetstone of your wit : preserve it

Beaumel. And sword; To spend on such as know how to admire I will make up your oath, it will want weight else. Such coloured stuff. In me there is now speaks You are angry with me, and poor I laugh at it. to you,

Do you come from the camp, which affords only As truc a friend and servant to your honour, The conversation of cast suburb whores, And one that will with as much hazard guard it, To set down to a lady of my rank As ever man did goodness. But then, lady! Linits of entertainment? You must endeavour, not alone to be,

Rom. Sure a legion has possest this woman. But to appear, worthy such love and service. Beaumel. One stamp more would do well : yet Beaumel. To what tends this?

I desire not Rom. Why, to this purpose, lady;

You should grow horn-mad till you have a wife. I do dezire

you
should
prove such a wife

You are come to warm meat, and perhaps clean To Charalois (and such a one he merits)

linen : As Cæsar, did he live, could not except at, Feed, wear it, and be thankful. For me, know, Not only innocent from crime, but free

That though a thousand watches were set on me, From all taint and suspicion.

And you the master-spy, I yet would use Beaumel. They are base that judge me other- The liberty that best likes me. I will revcl, wise.

Feast, kiss, embrace. Perhaps, grant larger faRom. But yet be careful! Detraction is a bold monster, and fears not Yet such as live upon my means, shall know To wound the fame of princes, if it find They must not murmur at it. If my lord

vours.

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