Ant. She has found me out.

Cel. Cozen the world with gravity? Prethee resolve me one thing, do's the King love thee?

Ant. I think he do's.

Cel. It seems so by thy Office: He loves thy use, and when that's ended, hates thee: Thou seemest to me a Souldier.

Ant. Yes, I am one.

Cel. And hast fought for thy Country?

Ant. Many a time.

Cel. May be, commanded too?

Ant. I have done, Lady.

Cel. O wretched man, below the state of pity! Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour? A free Companion for a King? a Souldier? Whose Nobleness dare feel no want, but Enemies? Canst thou forget this, and decline so wretchedly, To eat the Bread of Bawdry, of base Bawdry? Feed on the scum of Sin? fling thy Sword from thee? Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee? Go, beg diseases: let them be thy Armours, Thy fights, the flames of Lust, and their foul issues.

Ant. Why then I am a King, and mine own Speaker.

Cel. And I as free as you, mine own Disposer: There, take your Jewels; let them give them lustres That have dark Lives and Souls; wear 'em your self, Sir, You'l seem a Devil else.

Ant. I command ye stay.

Cel. Be just, I am commanded.

Ant. I will not wrong ye.

Cel. Then thus low falls my duty.

Ant. Can ye love me? Say I, and all I have—

Cel. I cannot love ye; Without the breach of faith I cannot hear ye; Ye hang upon my love, like frosts on Lilies: I can dye, but I cannot love: you are answer'd.

Ant. I must find apter means, I love her truly.



SCENA II.

Enter Demetr. Leon. Lieu. Gent. Sould. and Host.

Dem. Hither do you say she is come?

Host. Yes Sir, I am sure on't: For whilest I waited upon ye, putting my Wife in trust, I know not by what means, but the King found her, And hither she was brought; how, or to what end—

Dem. My Father found her?

Host. So my Wife informs me.

Dem. Leontius, pray draw off the Souldiers, I would a while be private.

Leon. Fall off Gentlemen, The Prince would be alone. [Ex. Leo and Soul.

Dem. Is he so cunning? There is some trick in this, and you must know it, And be an agent too: which if it prove so—

Host. Pull me to pieces, Sir.

Dem. My Father found her? My Father brought her hither? went she willingly?

Host. My Wife sayes full of doubts.

Dem. I cannot blame her, No more: there's no trust, no faith in mankind.

Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Leontius, and Souldiers.

Ant. Keep her up close, he must not come to see her: You are welcome nobly now, welcome home Gentlemen; You have done a courteous service on the Enemy Has tyed his Faith for ever; you shall find it; Ye are not now in's debt Son: still your sad looks? Leontius, what's the matter?

Leo. Truth Sir, I know not. We have been merry since we went.

Lieu. I feel it.

Ant. Come, what's the matter now? do you want mony? Sure he has heard o'th' wench.

Dem. Is that a want, Sir? I would fain speak to your Grace.

Ant. You may do freely.

Dem. And not deserve your anger?

Ant. That ye may too.

Dem. There was a Gentlewoman, and sometimes my prisoner, Which I thought well of Sir: your Grace conceives me.

Ant. I do indeed, and with much grief conceive ye; With full as much grief as your Mother bare you. There was such a Woman: would I might as well say, There was no such, Demetrius.

Dem. She was vertuous, And therefore not unfit my youth to love her: She was as fair—

Ant. Her beauty I'le proclaim too, To be as rich as ever raign'd in Woman; But how she made that good, the Devil knows.

Dem. She was—O Heaven!

Ant. The Hell to all thy glories, Swallow'd thy youth, made shipwrack of thine honour: She was a Devil.

Dem. Ye are my father, Sir.

Ant. And since ye take a pride to shew your follies, I'le muster 'em, and all the world shall view 'em.

Leo. What heat is this? the Kings eyes speak his anger.

Ant. Thou hast abus'd thy youth, drawn to thy fellowship Instead of Arts and Arms, a Womans kisses, The subtilties, and soft heats of a Harlot.

Dem. Good Sir, mistake her not.

Ant. A Witch, a Sorceress: I tell thee but the truth; and hear Demetrius, Which has so dealt upon thy bloud with charms, Devilish and dark; so lockt up all thy vertues; So pluckt thee back from what thou sprungst from, glorious.

Dem. O Heaven, that any tongue but his durst say this! That any heart durst harbour it! Dread Father, If for the innocent the gods allow us To bend our knees—

Ant. Away, thou art bewitch'd still; Though she be dead, her power still lives upon thee.

Dem. Dead? O sacred Sir: dead did you say?

Ant. She is dead, fool.

Dem. It is not possible: be not so angry, Say she is faln under your sad displeasure, Or any thing but dead, say she is banished, Invent a crime, and I'le believe it, Sir.

Ant. Dead by the Law: we found her Hell, and her, I mean her Charms and Spells, for which she perish'd; And she confest she drew thee to thy ruine, And purpos'd it, purpos'd my Empires overthrow.

Dem. But is she dead? was there no pity Sir? If her youth err'd, was there no mercy shown her? Did ye look on her face, when ye condemn'd her?

Ant. I look'd into her heart, and there she was hideous.

Dem. Can she be dead? can vertue fall untimely?

Ant. She is dead, deservingly she died.

Dem. I have done then. O matchless sweetness, whither art thou vanished? O thou fair soul of all thy Sex, what Paradise Hast thou inrich'd and blest? I am your son, Sir, And to all you shall command stand most obedient, Only a little time I must intreat you To study to forget her; 'twill not be long, Sir, Nor I long after it: art thou dead Celia, Dead my poor wench? my joy, pluckt green with violence: O fair sweet flower, farewel; Come, thou destroyer Sorrow, thou melter of the soul, dwell with me; Dwell with me solitary thoughts, tears, cryings, Nothing that loves the day, love me, or seek me, Nothing that loves his own life haunt about me: And Love, I charge thee, never charm mine eyes more, Nor ne're betray a beauty to my curses: For I shall curse all now, hate all, forswear all, And all the brood of fruitful nature vex at, For she is gone that was all, and I nothing— [Ex. & Gent.

Ant. This opinion must be maintained.

Men. It shall be, Sir.

Ant. Let him go; I can at mine own pleasure Draw him to th' right again: wait your instructions, And see the souldier paid, Leontius: Once more ye are welcome home all.

All. Health to your Majesty. [Ex. Antig. &c.

Leo. Thou wentest along the journey, how canst thou tell?

Host. I did, but I am sure 'tis so: had I staid behind, I think this had not proved.

Leo. A Wench the reason?

Lieu. Who's that talks of a Wench there?

Leo. All this discontent About a Wench?

Lieu. Where is this Wench, good Colonel?

Leo. Prithee hold thy Peace: who calls thee to counsel?

Lieu. Why, if there be a Wench—

Leo. 'Tis fit thou know her:

Enter 2 Gentlemen.

That I'le say for thee, and as fit thou art for her, Let her be mewed or stopt: how is it Gentlemen?

1 Gent. He's wondrous discontent, he'l speak to no man.

2 Gent. H'as taken his Chamber close, admits no entrance; Tears in his eyes, and cryings out.

Host. 'Tis so, Sir, And now I wish myself half hang'd ere I went this journey.

Leo. What is this Woman?

Lieu. I.

Host. I cannot tell ye, But handsome as Heaven.

Lieu. She is not so high I hope, Sir.

Leo. Where is she?

Lieu. I, that would be known.

Leo. Why, Sirrah.

Host. I cannot show ye neither; The King has now dispos'd of her.

Leo. There lyes the matter: Will he admit none to come to comfort him?

1 Gent. Not any near, nor, let 'em knock their hearts out, Will never speak.

Lieu. 'Tis the best way if he have her; For look you, a man would be loth to be disturb'd in's pastime; 'Tis every good mans case.

Leo. 'Tis all thy living, We must not suffer this, we dare not suffer it: For when these tender souls meet deep afflictions, They are not strong enough to struggle with 'em, But drop away as Snow does, from a mountain, And in the torrent of their own sighs sink themselves: I will, and must speak to him.

Lieu. So must I too: He promised me a charge.

Leo. Of what? of Children Upon my Conscience, thou hast a double company, And all of thine own begetting already.

Lieu. That's all one, I'le raise 'em to a Regiment, and then command 'em, When they turn disobedient, unbeget 'em: Knock 'em o'th' head, and put in new.

Leo. A rare way; But for all this, thou art not valiant enough To dare to see the Prince now?

Lieu. Do ye think he's angry?

1 Gent. Extreamly vext.

2 Gent. To the endangering of any man comes near him.

1 Gent. Yet, if thou couldst but win him out, What e're thy suit were, Believe it granted presently.

Leo. Yet thou must think though, That in the doing he may break upon ye, And—

Lieu. If he do not kill me.

Leo. There's the question.

Lieu. For half a dozen hurts.

Leo. Art thou so valiant?

Lieu. Not absolutely so neither: no it cannot be, I want my impostumes, and my things about me, Yet I'le make danger, Colonel.

Leo. 'Twill be rare sport, Howe're it take; give me thy hand; if thou dost this, I'le raise thee up a horse Troop, take my word for't.

Lieu. What may be done by humane man.

Leo. Let's go then.

1 Gent. Away before he cool: he will relapse else. [Ex.



SCENA III.

Enter Antigonus, Menippus, and Leucippe.

Ant. Will she not yield?

Leu. For all we can urge to her; I swore you would marry her, she laugh'd extreamly, And then she rail'd like thunder.

Ant. Call in the Magician. Enter Magician with a Bowl. I must, and will obtain her, I am ashes else. Are all the Philters in? Charms, Powders, Roots?

Mag. They are all in; and now I only stay The invocation of some helping Spirits.

Ant. To your work then, and dispatch.

Mag. Sit still, and fear not.

Leu. I shall ne'r endure these sights.

Ant. Away with the Woman: go wait without. [Exit.

Leu. When the Devil's gone, pray call me.

Ant. Be sure you make it powerful enough.

Mag. Pray doubt not— He Conjures.

A SONG.

Rise from the Shades below, All you that prove The helps of looser Love; Rise and bestow Upon this Cup, what ever may compel By powerful Charm, and unresisted Spell, A Heart un-warm'd to melt in Loves desires. Distill into this Liquor all your fires: Heats, longings, tears, But keep back frozen fears; That she may know, that has all power defied, Art is a power that will not be denied.

The ANSWER.

_I Obey, I Obey, And am come to view the day, Brought along, all may compel, All the Earth has, and our Hell: Here's a little, little Flower, This will make her sweat an hour, Then unto such flames arise, A thousand joys will not suffice. Here's the powder of the Moon, With which she caught_ Endymion; _The powerful tears that_ Venus _cryed, When the Boy_ Adonis _dyed, _Here's _Medea'_s Charm, with which_ Jasons _heart she did bewitch,_ Omphale _this Spell put in, When she made the _Libyan_ spin. This dull root pluckt from _Lethe_ flood, Purges all pure thoughts, and good. These I stir thus, round, round, round, Whilst our light feet beat the ground._

Mag. Now Sir, 'tis full, and whosoever drinks this Shall violently doat upon your person, And never sleep nor eat unsatisfied: So many hours 'twill work, and work with Violence; And those expired, 'tis done. You have my art, Sir.

Enter Leucippe.

Ant. See him rewarded liberally—Leucippe. Here, take this bowl, and when she calls for Wine next, Be sure you give her this, and see her drink it; Delay no time when she calls next.

Leu. I shall, Sir.

Ant. Let none else touch it on your life.

Leu. I am charg'd, Sir.

Ant. Now if she have an antidote art let her 'scape me. [Exeunt.



SCENA IV.

Enter Leontius, Lieutenant, Gent.

1 Gent. There's the door, Lieutenant, if you dare do any thing.

Leo. Here's no man waits.

1 Gent. H' as given a charge that none shall, Nor none shall come within the hearing of him: Dare ye go forward?

Lieu. Let me put on my Skull first. My head's almost beaten into th' pap of an Apple. Are there no Guns i'th' door?

Leo. The Rogue will do it. And yet I know he has no Stomach to't.

Lieu. What loop-holes are there when I knock for stones, For those may pepper me? I can perceive none.

Leo. How he views the Fortification.

Lieu. Farewel Gentlemen, If I be kill'd—

Leo. We'll see thee buried bravely.

Lieu. Away, how should I know that then? I'll knock softly. Pray heaven he speak in a low voice now to comfort me: I feel I have no heart to't:—Is't well, Gentlemen? Colonel, my Troop—

Leo. A little louder.

Lieu. Stay, stay; Here is a window, I will see, stand wide. By —— he's charging of a Gun.

Leo. There's no such matter. There's no body in this room.

Lieu. O 'twas a fire-shovel: Now I'll knock louder; if he say who's there? As sure he has so much manners, then will I answer him So finely & demurely; my Troop Colonel— [knocks louder.

1 Gent. Knock louder, Fool, he hears not.

Lieu. You fool, do you. Do and you dare now.

1 Gent. I do not undertake it.

Lieu. Then hold your peace, and meddle with your own matters.

Leo. Now he will knock. [Knocks louder.

Lieu. Sir, Sir, will't please you hear Sir? Your Grace, I'll look again, what's that?

Leo. He's there now. Lord! How he stares! I ne'r yet saw him thus alter'd: Stand now, and take the Troop.

Lieu. Would I were in't, And a good horse under me: I must knock again, The Devil's at my fingers ends: he comes now. Now Colonel, if I live—

Leo. The Troop's thine own Boy.

Enter Demetrius, a Pistol.

Dem. What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine?

Lieu. Your Father would desire ye, Sir, to come to dinner.

Dem. Thou art no more.

Lieu. Now, now, now, now.

Dem. Poor Coxcomb: Why do I aim at thee? [Exit.

Leo. His fear has kill'd him.

Enter Leucippe with a Bowl.

2 Gent. I protest he's almost stiff: bend him and rub him, Hold his Nose close, you, if you be a woman, Help us a little: here's a man near perish'd.

Leu. Alas alas, I have nothing here about me. Look to my Bowl; I'll run in presently And fetch some water: bend him, and set him upwards.

Leo. A goodly man— [Exit. Here's a brave heart: he's warm again: you shall not Leave us i'th' lurch so, Sirrah.

2 Gent. Now he breaths too.

Leo. If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits. What's that i'th' Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor, She would not own it else.

1 Gent. He sees.

Leo. Look up Boy. And take this Cup, and drink it off; I'll pledge thee. Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily.

2 Gent. Oh! fear and sorrow's dry; 'tis off—

Leo. Stand up man.

Lieu. Am I not shot?

Leo. Away with him, and chear him: Thou hast won thy Troop.

Lieu. I think I won it bravely.

Leo. Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus; And let me hear an hour hence from ye. Well, Sir— [Exeunt Gent. and Lieu.

Enter Leucippe with water.

Leu. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman?

Leo. He's up, and gone, Lady.

Leu. Alas, that I came so late.

Leo. He must still thank ye; Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort.

Leu. That in the Bowl?

Leo. Yes truly, very much comfort, He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily.

Leu. Did he drink it all?

Leo. All off.

Leu. The Devil choak him; I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him; Undone for ever, left he none?

Leo. I think not.

Leu. No, not a drop: what shall become of me now? Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him: Undone, undone, undone: stay, I can lye yet And swear too at a pinch, that's all my comfort. Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [Ex.

Enter Demetrius.

Leo. What a Devil ails the Woman? here comes the Prince again, With such a sadness on his face, as sorrow, Sorrow her self but poorly imitates. Sorrow of Sorrows on that heart that caus'd it.

Dem. Why might she not be false and treacherous to me? And found so by my Father? she was a Woman, And many a one of that Sex, young and fair, As full of faith as she, have fallen, and foully.

Leo. It is a Wench! O that I knew the circumstance.

Dem. Why might not, to preserve me from this ruine, She having lost her honour, and abused me, My father change the forms o'th' coins, and execute His anger on a fault she ne'r committed, Only to keep me safe? why should I think so? She never was to me, but all obedience, Sweetness, and love.

Leo. How heartily he weeps now! I have not wept this thirty years, and upward; But now, if I should be hang'd I cannot hold from't It grieves me to the heart.

Dem. Who's that that mocks me?

Leo. A plague of him that mocks ye: I grieve truly, Truly, and heartily to see you thus, Sir: And if it lay in my power, gods are my witness, Who e'r he be that took your sweet peace from you; I am not so old yet, nor want I spirit—

Dem.No more of that, no more Leontius, Revenges are the gods: our part is sufferance: Farewell, I shall not see thee long.

Leo. Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in't; Do you hold me faithful? dare you trust your Souldier? Sweet Prince, the cause?

Dem. I must not, dare not tell it, And as thou art an honest man, enquire not.

Leo. Will ye be merry then?

Dem. I am wondrous merry.

Leo. 'Tis wondrous well: you think now this becomes ye. Shame on't, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely; If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight; A wooden ass; whine for a Wench?

Dem. Prithee leave me.

Leo. I will not leave ye for a tit.

Dem. Leontius?

Leo. For that you may have any where for six pence, And a dear penny-worth too.

Dem. Nay, then you are troublesome.

Leo. Not half so troublesom as you are to your self, Sir; Was that brave Heart made to pant for a placket: And now i'th' dog-days too, when nothing dare love! That noble Mind to melt away and moulder For a hey nonny, nonny! Would I had a Glass here, To shew ye what a pretty toy ye are turn'd to.

Dem. My wretched Fortune.

Leo. Will ye but let me know her? I'll once turn Bawd: go to, they are good mens offices, And not so contemptible as we take 'em for: And if she be above ground, and a Woman; I ask no more; I'll bring her o' my back, Sir, By this hand I will, and I had as lieve bring the Devil, I care not who she be, nor where I have her; And in your arms, or the next Bed deliver her, Which you think fittest, and when you have danc'd your galliard.

Dem. Away, and fool to them are so affected: O thou art gone, and all my comfort with thee! Wilt thou do one thing for me?

Leo. All things i'th' World, Sir, Of all dangers.

Dem. Swear.

Leo. I will.

Dem. Come near me no more then.

Leo. How?

Dem. Come no more near me: Thou art a plague-sore to me. [Exit.

Leo. Give you good ev'n Sir; If you be suffer'd thus, we shall have fine sport. I will be sorry yet.

Enter 2 Gentlemen.

1 Gent. How now, how does he?

Leo. Nay, if I tell ye, hang me, or any man else That hath his nineteen wits; he has the bots I think, He groans, and roars, and kicks.

2 Gent. Will he speak yet?

Leo. Not willingly: Shortly he will not see a man; if ever I look'd upon a Prince so metamorphos'd, So juggl'd into I know not what, shame take me; This 'tis to be in love.

1 Gent. Is that the cause on't?

Leo. What is it not the cause of but bear-baitings? And yet it stinks much like it: out upon't; What giants, and what dwarffs, what owls and apes, What dogs, and cats it makes us? men that are possest with it, Live as if they had a Legion of Devils in 'em, And every Devil of a several nature; Nothing but Hey-pass, re-pass: where's the Lieutenant? Has he gather'd up the end on's wits again?

1 Gent. He is alive: but you that talk of wonders, Shew me but such a wonder as he is now.

Leo. Why? he was ever at the worst a wonder.

2 Gent. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir.

Leo. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen We have such Prodigies?

2 Gent. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters; He talks now of the King, no other language, And with the King as he imagines, hourly. Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King, Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours.

Leo. Does he not lye i'th' King street too?

1 Gent. He's going thither, Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages, Turns all his Proclamations into metre; Is really in love with the King, most dotingly, And swears Adonis was a Devil to him: A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King—

2 Gent. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures, Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour; And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow?

1 Gent. Will as familiarly kiss the Kingś horses As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman.

Leo. Why, this is above Ela? But how comes this?

1 Gent. Nay that's to understand yet, But thus it is, and this part but the poorest, 'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these.

2 Gent. With sighs as though his heart would break: Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit.

Leo. I must go see him presently, For this is such a gig, for certain, Gentlemen, The Fiend rides on a Fiddle-stick.

2 Gent. I think so.

Leo. Can ye guide me to him for half an hour? I am his To see the miracle.

1 Gent. We sure shall start him. [Exeunt.



SCENA V.

Enter Antigonus and Leucippe.

Ant. Are you sure she drank it?

Leu. Now must I lye most confidently. Yes Sir, she has drunk it off.

Ant. How works it with her?

Leu. I see no alteration yet.

Ant. There will be, For he is the greatest Artist living made it. Where is she now?

Leu. She is ready to walk out, Sir.

Ant. Stark mad, I know she will be.

Leu. So I hope, Sir.

Ant. She knows not of the Prince?

Leu. Of no man living—

Ant. How do I look? how do my cloaths become me? I am not very grey.

Leu. A very youth, Sir, Upon my maiden-head as smug as April: Heaven bless that sweet face, 'twill undo a thousand; Many a soft heart must sob yet, e'r that wither, Your Grace can give content enough.

Enter Celia with a Book.

Ant. I think so.

Leu. Here she comes, Sir.

Ant. How shall I keep her off me? Go, & perfume the room: make all things ready. [Ex. Leu.

Cel. No hope yet of the Prince! no comfort of him! They keep me mew'd up here, as they mew mad folks, No company but my afflictions. This royal Devil again! strange, how he haunts me! How like a poyson'd potion his eyes fright me! Has made himself handsome too.

Ant. Do you look now, Lady? You will leap anon.

Cel. Curl'd and perfum'd? I smell him; He looks on's legs too, sure he will cut a caper; God-a-mercy, dear December.

Ant. O do you smile now; I knew it would work with you; come hither pretty one.

Cel. Sir.

Ant. I like those courtesies well; come hither and kiss me.

Cel. I am reading, Sir, of a short Treatise here, That's call'd the Vanity of Lust: has your Grace seen it? He says here, that an Old Mans loose desire Is like the Glow-worms light, the Apes so wonder'd at: Which when they gather'd sticks, and laid upon't, And blew, and blew, turn'd tail, and went out presently: And in another place he calls their loves, Faint Smells of dying Flowers, carry no comforts; They're doting, stinking foggs, so thick and muddy, Reason with all his beams cannot beat through 'em.

Ant. How's this? is this the potion? you but fool still; I know you love me.

Cel. As you are just and honest; I know I love and honour you: admire you.

Ant. This makes against me, fearfully against me.

Cel. But as you bring your power to persecute me, Your traps to catch mine innocence to rob me, As you lay out your lusts to overwhelm me, Hell never hated good, as I hate you, Sir; And I dare tell it to your face: What glory Now after all your Conquests got, your Titles, The ever-living memories rais'd to you, Can my defeat be? my poor wrack, what triumph? And when you crown your swelling Cups to fortune, What honourable tongue can sing my story? Be as your Emblem is, a g[l]orious Lamp Set on the top of all, to light all perfectly: Be as your office is, a god-like Justice, Into all shedding equally your Vertues.

Ant. She has drencht me now; now I admire her goodness; So young, so nobly strong, I never tasted: Can nothing in the power of Kings perswade ye?

Cel. No, nor that power command me.

Ant. Say I should force ye? I have it in my will.

Cel. Your will's a poor one; And though it be a King's Will, a despised one. Weaker than Infants legs, your will's in swadling Clouts, A thousand ways my will has found to check ye; A thousand doors to 'scape ye, I dare dye, Sir; As suddenly I dare dye, as you can offer: Nay, say you had your Will, say you had ravish'd me, Perform'd your lust, what had you purchas'd by it? What Honour won? do you know who dwells above, Sir, And what they have prepar'd for men turn'd Devils? Did you never hear their thunder? start and tremble, Death sitting on your bloud, when their fires visit us. Will nothing wring you then do you think? sit hard here, And like a Snail curl round about your Conscience, Biting and stinging: will you not roar too late then? Then when you shake in horrour of this Villainy, Then will I rise a Star in Heaven, and scorn ye.

Ant. Lust, how I hate thee now! and love this sweetness! Will you be my Queen? can that price purchase ye?

Cel. Not all the World, I am a Queen already, Crown'd by his Love, I must not lose for Fortune; I can give none away, sell none away, Sir, Can lend no love, am not mine own Exchequer; For in anothers heart my hope and peace lies.

Ant. Your fair hands, Lady? for yet I am not pure enough To touch these Lips, in that sweet Peace ye spoke of. Live now for ever, and I to serve your Vertues—

Cel. Why now you show a god! now I kneel to ye; This Sacrifice of Virgins Joy send to ye: Thus I hold up my hands to Heaven that touch'd ye, And pray eternal Blessings dwell about ye.

Ant. Vertue commands the Stars: rise more than Vertue; Your present comfort shall be now my business.

Cel. All my obedient service wait upon ye. [Ex. severally.



SCENA VI.

Enter Leontius, Gentlemen, and Lieutenant.

Leo. Hast thou clean forgot the Wars?

Lieu. Prithee hold thy peace.

1 Gent. His mind's much elevated now.

Leo. It seems so. Sirrah.

Lieu. I am so troubled with this Fellow.

Leo. He will call me Rogue anon.

1 Gent. 'Tis ten to one else.

Lieu. O King that thou knew'st I lov'd thee, how I lov'd thee. And where O King, I barrel up thy beauty.

Leo. He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't.

Lieu. O never, King.

Leo. By this hand, when I consider—

Lieu. My honest friend, you are a little sawcy.

1 Gent. I told you you would have it.

Lieu. When mine own worth—

Leo. Is flung into the ballance, and found nothing.

Lieu. And yet a Soldier.

Leo. And yet a sawcy one.

Lieu. One that has followed thee.

Leo. Fair and far off.

Lieu. Fought for thy grace.

Leo. 'Twas for some grief, you lye Sir.

Lieu. He's the son of a whore denies this: will that satisfie ye?

Leo. Yes, very well.

Lieu. Shall then that thing that honours thee? How miserable a thing soever, yet a thing still; And though a thing of nothing, thy thing ever.

Leo. Here's a new thing.

2 Gent. He's in a deep dump now.

Leo. I'le fetch him out on't. When's the King's birth-day?

Lieu. When e're it be, that day I'le dye with ringing. And there's the resolution of a Lover. [Exit.

Leo. A goodly resolution sure I take it. He is bewitch'd, or moop'd, or his brains melted, Could he find no body to fall in love with; but the King, The good old King, to doat upon him too? Stay, now I remember, what the fat woman warn'd me, Bid me remember, and look to him too: I'le hang if she have not a hand in this: he's conjured, Goe after him, I pity the poor Rascal, In the mean time I'le wait occasion To work upon the Prince.

2 Gent. Pray doe that seriously. [Ex. severally.



SCENA VII.

Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Lords.

Lord. He's very ill.

Ant. I am very sorry for't, And much ashamed I have wronged her innocence, Menippus, guide her to the Princes lodgings, There leave her to his love again.

Men. I am glad Sir.

Lord. He will speak to none.

Ant. O I shall break that silence; Be quick, take fair attendance.

Men. Yes Sir presently. [Exit.

Ant. He will find his tongue, I warrant ye; his health too; I send a physick will not fail.

Lord. Fair work it.

Ant. We hear the Princes mean to visit us In way of truce.

Lord. 'Tis thought so.

Ant. Come: let's in then, And think upon the noblest wayes to meet 'em. [Exeunt.



SCENA VIII.

Enter Leontius.

Leo. There's no way now to get in: all the light stopt too; Nor can I hear a sound of him, pray Heaven He use no violence: I think he has more Soul, Stronger, and I hope nobler: would I could but see once, This beauty he groans under, or come to know But any circumstance. What noise is that there? I think I heard him groan: here are some coming; A woman too, I'le stand aloof, and view 'em.

Enter Menippus, Celia, Lords.

Cel. Well, some of ye have been to blame in this point, But I forgive ye: The King might have pickt out too Some fitter woman to have tri'd his valour.

Men. 'Twas all to the best meant, Lady.

Cel. I must think so, For how to mend it now: he's here you tell me?

Men. He's Madam, and the joy to see you only Will draw him out.

Leo. I know that womans tongue, I think I have seen her face too: I'le goe nearer: If this be she, he has some cause of sorrow: 'Tis the same face; the same, most excellent woman.

Cel. This should be Lord Leontius: I remember him.

Leo. Lady, I think ye know me.

Cel. Speak soft, good Souldier: I do, and know ye worthy, know ye noble; Know not me yet openly, as you love me; But let me see ye again, I'le satisfie ye: I am wondrous glad to see those eyes.

Leo. You have charged me.

Cel. You shall know where I am.

Leo. I will not off yet: She goes to knock at's door: This must be she The fellow told me of: right glad I am on't, He will bolt now for certain.

Cel. Are ye within Sir? I'le trouble you no more: I thank your courtesie, Pray leave me now.

All. Me. We rest your humble servants. [Ex. Me. &c.

Cel. So now my jives are off: pray Heaven he be here! Master, my royal Sir: do you hear who calls ye? Love, my Demetrius.

Leo. These are pretty quail-pipes, The Cock will Crow anon.

Cel. Can ye be drowsie, When I call at your Window?

Leo. I hear him stirring: Now he comes wondring out.

Enter Demetrius.

Dem. 'Tis Celias sound sure: The sweetness of that tongue draws all hearts to it; There stands the shape too.

Le[o]. How he stares upon her!

Dem. Ha? do mine eyes abuse me? 'Tis she, the living Celia: your hand Lady?

Cel. What should this mean?

Dem. The very self same Celia.

Cel. How do ye Sir?

Dem. Only turn'd brave. I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat, She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier.

Cel. How he surveyes me round? here has been foul play.

Dem. How came she thus?

Cel. It was a kind of death Sir, I suffered in your absence, mew'd up here, And kept conceal'd I know not how.

Dem. 'Tis likely: How came you hither Celia? wondrous gallant: Did my Father send for ye?

Cel. So they told me Sir, And on command too.

Dem. I hope you were obedient?

Cel. I was so ever.

Dem. And ye were bravely us'd?

Cel. I wanted nothing: My maiden-head to a mote i'th' Sun, he's jealous: I must now play the knave with him, though I dye for't, 'Tis in my nature.

Dem. Her very eyes are alter'd: Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet— And what were those came for ye?

Cel. Monstrous jealous: Have I liv'd at the rate of these scorn'd questions? They seem'd of good sort, Gentlemen.

Dem. Kind men?

Cel. They were wondrous kind: I was much beholding to 'em; There was one Menippus Sir.

Dem. Ha?

Cel. One Menippus, A notable merry Lord, and a good companion.

Dem. And one Charinthus too?

Cel. Yes, there was such a one.

Dem. And Timon?

Cel. 'Tis most true.

Dem. And thou most treacherous: My Fathers bawds by——they never miss course; And were these daily with ye?

Cel. Every hour Sir.

Dem. And was there not a Lady, a fat Lady?

Cel. O yes; a notable good wench.

Dem. The Devil fetch her.

Cel. 'Tis ev'n the merriest wench—

Dem. Did she keep with ye too?

Cel. She was all in all; my bed-fellow, eat with me, Brought me acquainted.

Dem. You are well know[n] here then?

Cel. There is no living here a stranger I think.

Dem. How came ye by this brave gown?

Cel. This is a poor one: Alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels? Why, they are the poorest things, to those are sent me, And sent me hourly too.

Dem. Is there no modestie? No faith in this fair Sex?

Leo. What will this prove too? For yet with all my wits, I understand not.

Dem. Come hither; thou art dead indeed, lost, tainted; All that I left thee fair, and innocent, Sweet as thy youth, and carrying comfort in't; All that I hoped for vertuous, is fled from thee, Turn'd black, and bankrupt.

Leo. 'By'r Lady, this cuts shrewdly.

Dem. Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee; The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai'd thee; Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one, Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis'd one, And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin; Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of; Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces. Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating.

Cel. You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir; I did but jest with you.

Dem. Look not upon me, There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours; And when they flame, more torments.

Cel. Dare ye trust me? You durst once even with all you had: your love Sir? By this fair light I am honest.

Dem. Thou subtle Circe, Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses: Curse not the day.

Cel. Come, come, you shall not do this: How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me; You are not in the field among your Enemies; Come, I must cool this courage.

Dem. Out thou impudence, Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee, I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction, I pull'd into my heart that sudden poyson, That now consumes my dear content to cinders: I am not now Demetrius, thou hast chang'd me; Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang'd me; Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me; And where, before I touch'd on this fair ruine, I was a man, and reason made, and mov'd me, Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander.

Cel. And as you are noble, do you think I did this?

Dem. Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me.

Cel. I will go from ye, never more to see ye: I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o're me; And through the progress of my life hereafter; Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man, One that ne're knew the worth of polish'd vertue; A base suspecter of a virgins honour, A child that flings away the wealth he cri'd for, Him will I call Demetrius: that fool Demetrius, That mad man a Demetrius; and that false man, The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince Demetrius. You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye, Petition for my peace; let those that feel here The weight of evil, wait for such a favour, I am above your hate, as far above it, In all the actions of an innocent life, As the pure Stars are from the muddy meteors, Cry when you know your folly: howl and curse then, Beat that unmanly breast, that holds a false heart When ye shall come to know, whom ye have flung from ye.

Dem. Pray ye stay a little.

Cel. Not your hopes can alter me. Then let a thousand black thoughts muster in ye, And with those enter in a thousand doatings; Those eyes be never shut, but drop to nothing: My innocence for ever haunt and fright ye: Those arms together grow in folds; that tongue, That bold bad tongue that barks out these disgraces. When you shall come to know how nobly vertuous I have preserv'd my life, rot, rot within ye.

Dem. What shall I doe?

Cel. Live a lost man for ever. Go ask your Fathers conscience what I suffered, And through what seas of hazards I sayl'd through: Mine honour still advanced in spight of tempests, Then take your leave of love; and confess freely, You were never worthy of this heart that serv'd ye, And so farewel ungratefull— [Exit.

Dem. Is she gone?

Leo. I'le follow her, and will find out this matter.— [Exit.

Enter Antigonus, and Lords.

Ant. Are ye pleas'd now? have you got your heart again? Have I restor'd ye that?

Dem. Sir even for Heaven sake, And sacred truth sake, tell me how ye found her.

Ant. I will, and in few words. Before I tri'd her, 'Tis true, I thought her most unfit your fellowship, And fear'd her too: which fear begot that story I told ye first: but since, like gold I toucht her.

Dem. And how dear Sir?

Ant. Heavens holy light's not purer: The constancy and goodness of all women That ever liv'd, to win the names of worthy, This noble Maid has doubled in her: honour, All promises of wealth, all art to win her, And by all tongues imploy'd, wrought as much on her As one may doe upon the Sun at noon day By lighting Candles up: her shape is heavenly, And to that heavenly shape her thoughts are angels.

Dem. Why did you tell me Sir?

Ant. 'Tis true, I err'd in't: But since I made a full proof of her vertue, I find a King too poor a servant for her. Love her, and honour her; in all observe her. She must be something more than time yet tells her: And certain I believe him b[l]est, enjoyes her: I would not lose the hope of such a Daughter, To adde another Empire to my honour.— [Exit.

Dem. O wretched state! to what end shall I turn me? And where begins my penance? now, what service Will win her love again? my death must doe it: And if that sacrifice can purge my follies, Be pleas'd, O mightie Love, I dye thy servant— [Exit.



ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA.

Enter Leontius, and Celia.

Leo. I know he do's not deserve ye; h'as us'd you poorly: And to redeem himself—

Cel. Redeem?

Leo. I know it— There's no way left.

Cel. For Heavens sake do not name him, Do not think on him Sir, he's so far from me In all my thoughts now, methinks I never knew him.

Leo. But yet I would see him again.

Cel. No, never, never.

Leo. I do not mean to lend him any comfort; But to afflict him, so to torture him; That even his very Soul may shake within him: To make him know, though he be great and powerfull, 'Tis not within his aim to deal dishonourably, And carry it off; and with a maid of your sort.

Cel. I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him; Now, now, I could whet my anger at him; Now arm'd with bitterness, I could shoot through him; I long to vex him.

Leo. And doe it home, and bravely.

Cel. Were I a man!

Leo. I'le help that weakness in ye: I honour ye, and serve ye.

Cel. Not only to disclaim me, When he had seal'd his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me, And poor believing I became his servant: But most maliciously to brand my credit, Stain my pure name.

Leo. I would not suffer it: See him I would again, and to his teeth too: Od's precious, I would ring him such a lesson—

Cel. I have done that already.

Leo. Nothing, nothing: It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it. That, and your urg'd on anger to the highest, Why, 'twill be such a stroak—

Cel. Say he repent then, And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman; A woman that have lov'd him, Sir, have honour'd him: I am no more.

Leo. Why, you may deal thereafter.

Cel. If I forgive him, I am lost.

Leo. Hold there then, The sport will be to what a poor submission— But keep you strong.

Cel. I would not see him.

Leo. Yes, You shall Ring his knell.

Cel. How if I kill him?

Leo. Kill him? why, let him dye.

Cel. I know 'tis fit so. But why should I that lov'd him once, destroy him? O had he scap't this sin, what a brave Gentleman—

Leo. I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler, A handsomer, the whole world had not show'd ye: And to his making such a mind—

Cel. 'Tis certain: But all this I must now forget.

Leo. You shall not If I have any art: goe up sweet Lady, And trust my truth.

Cel. But good Sir bring him not.

Leo. I would not for the honour ye are born to, But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him.

Cel. You will be near me then.

Leo. I will be with ye; Yet there's some hope to stop this gap, I'le work hard. [Ex.



SCENA II.

Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent. Lieutenant, and Lords.

Ant. But is it possible this fellow took it?

2 Gent. It seems so by the violence it wrought with, Yet now the fits ev'n off.

Men. I beseech your Grace.

Ant. Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart, And am right glad she drank it not her self, And more glad that the vertuous maid escap't it, I would not for the world 'thad hit: but that this Souldier, Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit; Can he make rimes too?

2 Gent. H'as made a thousand Sir, And plaies the burthen to 'em on a Jews-trump,

Ant. He looks as though he were bepist: do you love me Sir?

Lieu. Yes surely even with all my heart.

Ant. I thank ye; I am glad I have so good a subject: but pray ye tell me, How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter?

Lieu. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier That your grace owes just half a years pay to.

Ant. Well remembred; And did I seem so young and amiable to ye?

Lieu. Methought you were the sweetest youth—

Ant. That's excellent.

Lieu. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye, I wished, and wished—

Ant. What didst thou wish prethee?

Lieu. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye, A handsom wench Sir.

Ant. Why? God a Mercy Souldier: I seem not so now to thee.

Lieu. Not all out: And yet I have a grudging to your grace still.

Ant. Thou wast never in love before?

Lieu. Not with a King, And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir, I have had such plunges, and such bickrings, And as it were such runnings atilt within me, For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye.

Ant. God a-mercy still.

Lieu. I had it with a vengeance, It plaid his prize.

Ant. I would not have been a wench then, Though of this age.

Lieu. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye.

Ant. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers That e're I saw—wilt have another potion?

Lieu. If you will be another thing, have at ye.

Ant. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier, Do bravely, I'le love thee as much.

Lieu. I thank ye; But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye: I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge.

2 Gent. That's certain Sir; Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye, Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase; Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd; Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this, Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet.

Ant. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd; And sirrah, for this potion you have taken, I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on.

Men. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk.

Lieu. I hope so.

Ant. Are the Princes come to th' Court?

Men. They are all, and lodg'd Sir.

Ant. Come then, make ready for their entertainment, Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir.

Lieu. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [Exeunt.



SCENA III.

_Enter Demetrius, and Leontius.

Dem. Let me but see her, dear Leontius; Let me but dye before her.

Leo. Would that would doe it: If I knew where she lay now, with what honestie, You having flung so main a mischief on her, And on so innocent and sweet a Beauty, Dare I present your visit?

Dem. I'le repent all: And with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow, That ever Lover made.

Leo. 'Twill be too late Sir: I know not what will become of you.

Dem. You can help me.

Leo. It may be to her sight: what are you nearer? She has sworn she will not speak to ye, look upon ye, And to love ye again, O she cries out, and thunders, She had rather love—there is no hope—

Dem. Yes Leontius, There is a hope, which though it draw no love to it, At least will draw her to lament my fortune, And that hope shall relieve me.

Leo. Hark ye Sir, hark ye: Say I should bring ye—

Dem. Do [not] trifle with me?

Leo. I will not trifle; both together bring ye, You know the wrongs ye' done.

Dem. I do confess 'em.

Leo. And if you should then jump into your fury, And have another querk in your head.

Dem. I'le dye first.

Leo. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain, The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse.

Dem. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance.

Leo. You must look wondrous sad too.

Dem. I need not look so, I am truly sadness self.

Leo. That look will do it: Stay here, I'le bring her to you instantly: But take heed how you bear your self: sit down there, The more humble you are, the more she'l take compassion. Women are per'lous thing[s] to deal upon. [Exit.

Dem. What shall become of me? to curse my fortune, Were but to curse my Father; that's too impious; But under whatsoever fate I suffer, Bless I beseech thee heaven her harmless goodness.

Enter Leontius, and Celia.

Leo. Now arm your self.

Cel. You have not brought him?

Leo. Yes faith, And there he is: you see in what poor plight too, Now you may doe your will, kill him, or save him.

Cel. I will goe back.

Leo. I will be hang'd then Lady, Are ye a coward now?

Cel. I cannot speak to him.

Dem. O me.

Leo. There was a sigh to blow a Church down; So, now their eyes are fixt, the small shot playes, They will come to th' batterie anon.

Cel. He weeps extreamly.

Leo. Rail at him now.

Cel. I dare not.

Leo. I am glad on't.

Cel. Nor dare believe his tears.

Dem. You may, blest beauty, For those thick streams that troubled my repentance, Are crept out long agoe.

Leo. You see how he looks.

Cel. What have I to doe how he looks? how lookt he then, When with a poisoned tooth he bit mine honour? It was your counsel too, to scorn and slight him.

Leo. I, if ye saw fit cause; and you confest too, Except this sin, he was the bravest Gentleman, The sweetest, noblest: I take nothing from ye, Nor from your anger; use him as you please: For to say truth, he has deserved your justice; But still consider what he has been to you.

Cel. Pray do not blind me thus.

Dem. O Gentle Mistris, If there were any way to expiate A sin so great as mine, by intercession, By prayers, by daily tears, by dying for ye: O what a joy would close these eyes that love ye.

Leo. They say women have tender hearts, I know not, I am sure mine melts.

Cel. Sir, I forgive ye heartily, And all your wrong to me I cast behind me, And wish ye a fit beauty to your vertues: Mine is too poor, in peace I part thus from you; I must look back: gods keep your grace: he's here still. [Ex.

Dem. She has forgiven me.

Leo. She has directed ye: Up, up, and follow like a man: away Sir, She lookt behind her twice: her heart dwells here Sir, Ye drew tears from her too: she cannot freeze thus; The door's set open too, are ye a man? Are ye alive? do ye understand her meaning? Have ye bloud and spirit in ye?

Dem. I dare not trouble her.

Leo. Nay, and you will be nip't i'th' head with nothing, Walk whining up and down; I dare not, I cannot: Strike now or never: faint heart, you know what Sir— Be govern'd by your fear, and quench your fire out. A Devil on't, stands this door ope for nothing? So get ye together, and be naught: now to secure all, Will I go fetch out a more soveraign plaister. [Exeunt.



SCENA IV.

Enter Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentlemen, Lords.

Ant. This peace is fairly made.

Seleu. Would your Grace wish us To put in more: take what you please, we yield it; The honour done us by your son constrains it, Your noble son.

Ant. It is sufficient, Princes; And now we are one again, one mind, one body, And one sword shall strike for us.

Lys. Let Prince Demetrius But lead us on: for we are his vowed servants; Against the strength of all the world we'l buckle.

Ptol. And even from all that strength we'l catch at victory.

Sel. O had I now recover'd but the fortune I lost in Antioch, when mine Unckle perish'd; But that were but to surfeit me with blessings.

Lys. You lost a sweet child there.

Sel. Name it no more Sir; This is no time to entertain such sorrows; Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince, And wait upon him?

Enter Leon.

Ant. I wonder he stayes from us: How now Leontius, where's my son?

Sel. Brave Captain.

Lys. Old valiant Sir.

Leo. Your Graces are welcom: Your son and't please you Sir, is new cashiered yonder, Cast from his Mistris favour: and such a coil there is; Such fending, and such proving; she stands off, And will by no means yield to composition: He offers any price; his body to her.

Sel. She is a hard Lady, denies that caution.

Leo. And now they whine, and now they rave: faith Princes, 'Twere a good point of charity to piece 'em; For less than such a power will doe just nothing: And if you mean to see him, there it must be, For there will he grow, till he be transplanted.

Sel. Beseech your grace, let's wait upon you thither, That I may see that beauty dares deny him, That scornfull beauty.

Ptol. I should think it worse now; Ill brought up beauty.

Ant. She has too much reason for't; Which with too great a grief, I shame to think of, But we'll go see this game.

Lys. Rather this wonder.

Ant. Be you our guide Leontius, here's a new peace. [Ex.



SCENA V.

Enter Demetrius and Celia.

Cel. Thus far you shall perswade me, still to honour ye, Still to live with ye, Sir, or near about ye; For not to lye, you have my first and last love: But since you have conceiv'd an evil against me, An evil that so much concerns your honour, That honour aim'd by all at for a pattern: And though there be a false thought, and confest too, And much repentance faln in showrs to purge it; Yet, whilest that great respect I ever bore ye, Dwells in my bloud, and in my heart that duty; Had it but been a dream, I must not touch ye.

Dem. O you will make some other happy?

Cel. Never, Upon this hand I'le seal that faith.

Dem. We may kiss, Put not those out o'th' peace too.

Cel. Those I'le give ye, So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your ne ultra, I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye, Be your poor Mistris still: in truth I love ye.

Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Lieutenant, and Gentleman.

Dem. Stay, who are these?

Lys. A very handsom Lady.

Leo. As e're you saw.

Sel. Pity her heart's so cruel.

Lys. How does your Grace? he stands still, will not hear us.

Ptol. We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes.

Lys. He bows a little now; he's strangely alter'd.

Sel. Ha? pray ye a word Leontius, pray ye a word with ye, Lysimachus? you bo'th knew mine Enanthe, I lost in Antioch, when the Town was taken, Mine Uncle slain, Antigonus had the sack on't?

Lys. Yes, I remember well the Girl.

Sel. Methinks now That face is wondrous like her: I have her picture, The same, but more years on her; the very same.

Lys. A Cherry to a Chery is not liker.

Sel. Look on her eyes.

Leo. Most certain she is like her: Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir, And I hope who will more.

Ant. What's that ye look at, Pr[in]ces?

Sel. This Picture, and that Lady, Sir.

Ant. Ha! they are near: They only err in time.

Lys. Did you mark that blush there? That came the nearest.

Sel. I must speak to her.

Leo. You'll quickly be resolved.

Sel. Your name sweet Lady?

Cel. Enanthe, Sir: and this to beg your blessing.

Sel. Do you know me?

Cel. If you be the King Seleucus, I know you are my Father.

Sel. Peace a little, Where did I lose ye?

Cel. At the Sack of Antioch, Where my good Unckle di'd, and I was taken, By a mean Souldier taken: by this Prince, This noble Prince, redeem'd from him again, Where ever since I have remain'd his Servant.

Sel. My joys are now too full: welcome Enanthe, Mine own, my dearest, and my best Enanthe.

Dem. And mine too desperate.

Sel. You shall not think so, This is a peace indeed.

Ant. I hope it shall be, And ask it first.

Cel. Most Royal Sir, ye have it.

Dem. I once more beg it thus.

Sel. You must not be deny'd, Sir.

Cel. By me, I am sure he must not: sure he shall not; Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it; And from this hour, no envious spight e're part us.

All. The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye.

Dem. My new Enanthe.

Ant. Come, beat all the Drums up, And all the noble instruments of War: Let 'em fill all the Kingdom with their sound, And those the brazen Arch of Heaven break through, While to the Temple we conduct these two.

Leo. May they be ever loving, ever young, And ever worthy of those lines they sprung; May their fair issues walk with time along.

Lieu. And hang a Coward now; and there's my song. [Exeunt.

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Prologue.

Would some man would instruct me what to say For this same Prologue, usual to a Play, Is tied to such an old form of Petition; Men must say nothing now beyond commission: The Cloaks we wear, the Leggs we make, the place We stand in, must be one; and one the face. Nor alter'd nor exceeded; if it be, A general hisse hangs on our levitie: We have a Play, a new Play to play now, And thus low in our Playes behalf we bow; We bow to beg your suffrage, and kind ear; If it were naught, or that it might appear, A thing buoy'd up by prayer, Gentlemen, Believe my faith, you should not see me then. Let them speak then have power to stop a storm: I never lov'd to feel a House so warm: But for the Play if you dare credit me, I think it well: All new things you shall see, And these disposed to all the mirth that may; And short enough we hope: and such a Play You were wont to like: sit nobly then, and see: If it miscarry, pray look not for me.

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Epilogue, Spoke by the Lieutenant.

I am not cur'd yet throughly; for believe I feel another passion that may grieve, All over me I feel it too: and now It takes me cold, cold, cold, I know not how: As you are good men help me, a Carowse May make me love you all, all here i'th' house, And all that come to see me doatingly; Now lend your hands; and for your courtesie, The next imployment I am sent upon, I'le swear you are Physicians, the War's none.



THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT.

(A) The First Folio. (B) The Second Folio. (C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625.

This MS. is a beautiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound in vellum, with gilt lines and a gilt design on the cover. The following particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:—

'K. Digby Margrit This Manuscript belonged to the celebrated Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter (one of the daughters & co-heiresses of his eldest son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq're of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter & coheiress to Richard Williams Esq., my Great Grandfather. Thro' this connection of my family with that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books & Manuscripts have come into my possession. Wm W.E. Wynne. given by W.W.E. Wynne Esqre to me W. Ormsby Gore April 8. 1837.'

The title-page is as follows:—

'Demetrius and Enanthe, a pleasant Comedie written by John Fletcher gent.'

Surrounding the title are rough decorations drawn in ink in the form of corkscrew scrolls.

The following dedication is written on the leaf following the title-page:—

To the honorable Sir Kelham Digbie Knight.

Worthie Sir.

I know, that to a Man of your religious Inclination, a devine Argument would have byn much more Wellcom; And such a one (good Sir) have I upon the Anvile for you, but it requires some-what a more Consolatorie time to fashion it: Being therefore by the Wise-mans rule (That sales there is a time for all thinges) encouraged, I hope it will not be much in-oportune, after a Season so sad, to present you with a Matter Recreative. Well knowing, that you that know well how to bestow all your howers, will (in yo'r release from higher Studies) not think a litle peece of time lost, in casting, upon this Comedie, yo'r Smile, and upon him, that (in all dutie) submits it to yo'r generous Acceptaunce, your Noble Favo'r, as upon one that shall still rejoyce to be esteemed Your Commaunded Beades-man Ralph Crane. Novemb. 27. 1625.

p. 281, Omitted in C. Also omitted in A save the title, The Humourous Lieutenant. l. 34. B misprints] Evanthe.

p. 282, l. 2. C] 2 Gent. Ushers, & Servants with. l. 3. C omits] quick. l. 6. C] 'pray ye tell. l. 7. C] Mornings. l. 8. C omits] Lord. C] you should live. l. 11. C] are off the. A] are of the. l. 12. Omitted in C. l. 13. C adds] (make all things perfect) would you have theis Ladies, they that come here to see the Show, theis Beuties (Enter 2. or that have byn labouring to sett-off their Sweetnes, (3. Ladies and washed, and curld; perfum'd, and taken Glisters, for feare a flaw of wind might over-take 'em, loose theis, and all theire expectations? l. 19. C] eie. l. 20. C] and where. l. 22. C] shall survey their. l. 26. C] Enter divers Cittizens, & their wives. ll. 28 and 29. C gives these 2 ll. simply to Citt. l. 36. Omitted in C. A] was as like.

p. 283, ll. 1 and 2. Omitted in C. l. 6. C] he is. l. 7. Omitted in C. l. 9. C] Enter Celia, (in poore attire). l. 13. C] are lost too. l. 14. C] mine eies. l. 16. C] dores. l. 22. C omits] Death. l. 24. C omits] a Devil...mine honestie? and adds]

Cel. I crave your mercy: I meant no such thing to ye: but if ye were a Gentleman:

2. alas (poore woman:) 'pray doe not thrust her soe:

Cel. nay: even continue: and doe not let your Office fall (Sir) I beseech ye: for want of Indiscretion, and ill-manners; you would have made a notable sturdy Beadle:

1. She must goe out:

Cel. I am out already (Sir) out of my witts, you say: 'pray heaven it prove not; if this fell ffitt afflict me.

l. 29. C] Agent for the. l. 32. C]

of Gentleman and did forgive that hereditary folly belongs to your Place: but now, etc.

l. 37. C omits] one.

p. 284, l. 8. C] in Gibbitts. l. 9. C] par'lous. l. 14. C] Showes are past ye. A] shews are past. l. 18. C] merry, (Sir). l. 23. C] you deare (Sir). l. 32. C. gives the first three words to 1 Ush. l. 33. C] Antigonus: and his Traine.

p. 285, l. 2. C's stage direction reads Enter ye Embassadors. from Seleucus, Lysimachus, & Ptolomey: l. 7. C] Greivances? and omits l. 8. ll. 13 and 14. C prints (not like...open Enemie) after ye' have hedg'd in and omits as. l. 17. C] bloody Roades. l. 18. C adds]

2. Emb. We therefore, as yet the ministers of Peace, of ffriendship, as yet our MASTERS Swords, and Angers sleeping, all former Injuries forgot, and buried, as yet to stop that swelling tide of Blood, (O mightie Sir) that when it comes, like Tempests broke from the raging North, beates all before 'em. We yet crave restitution of those Lands, those Citties sackd*, those PRISONERS, and that PREY, the Soldiers, by your will, stands Master of; Thinck, etc.

l. 19. B] love great, Sir. l. 20. C] you late held. A] hold. l. 31. C omits stage direction. l. 32. C adds]

or War, (though rather I could afford your Age, so much discretion to leave off brawling now);* The Wars are doubtfull, and on Our Horsemens Staves, Death lookes as grimly as on your keene-edgd Swords: Our darts sure pointed, and from Our sinowye Bowes, we can raise showres of bloody Shaffts, shall hide the face of heaven, and cast as deepe Ecclipzes ore the day, and terrible, as yours: Our Strengthes are equall; Our hopes, as high, and wanton: Even our Men the same in Labours, and in Sufferance: Hunger they dare contemne, as well as yours, and where they find no Meate, feed on their Angers, march on the edge of danger; Rest and Sleepe, (the soules of soft, and tender Bodies) they shake off, as well as yours: And when tyrde Nature locks up their Spiritts, yet like Stormes, farr off, even in their Rest, they raise a warlike Murmurr, we come prepard for either. {Enter Prince Demetrius {from hunting: attended {wth yong Gentlemen.

l. 35. C] trembles. l. 36. C] It's He.

p. 286, l. 6. A gives Gent to the end of this line, not to line 5. l. 11. C] MASTERS lives. l. 18. A comma has been added at end of line. l. 25. C] now a god speakes. A] Now 'a speakes. l. 35. A and C] at his best. l. 40. C] MUNITION: Or must.

p. 287, l. 3. C] must they. l. 4. A] same field. l. 6. C] their desires. l. 9. A] mortall thinge. l. 18. C] it's. l. 19. A and C] make. l. 20. C] 'pray and so throughout. l. 22. C] 'pray ye. l. 25. C] to 'ye. l. 29. C] 'pre-thee and so throughout. l. 37. C omits] Madam, my service— l. 38. A] and 't. ll. 39 and 40. C omits] 2.

p. 288, l. 1. A gives this line to Cel. l. 6. C] ffare ye well. l. 13. C omits] 3. l. 14. C omits] yet. l. 18. C] answeares. l. 25. C] 1. Emb. l. 31. C omits] Gentlemen. l. 34. C] beg that. l. 36. C] growne weake, and old.

p. 289, l. 1. B] yer. l. 5. C] teach me. l. 11. C] O blesse. l. 22. C omits] 2. l. 26. C omits] now. l. 29. A] thinkes. l. 36. A and C] a wing.

p. 290, l. 6. B] ned. l. 7. C] beleeve't. l. 27. C] a wanton. ll. 28, 29 and 30. C]

Ant. did not you mark a Woman my Sonne risse to? Gent. I saw her Sir Ant. doe you know her? Gent, noe; beleeve't, Sir:

ll. 28-36. A]

Ant. She must be known & suddenly; when you have done Come in and take your leave sir, and some few Prayers along.

Ant. [sic] Do ye know her?

Gent. Char. No, beleeve sir.

Ant. Did you observe her Tymon?

Tym. I look'd on her, But what she is—

Ant. I must have that found.

Tym. Well sir

ll. 35 and 36. C]

Tim. well Sir: Ant. When you have done come in, and take your leave Sir, some fewe praires along.—Ext.

p. 291. C omits l. 9. l. 11. C] see her. l. 16. C gives this line to Leo. l. 21. C] Coronall. l. 26. A] Th'allarums. C] the Allarums of soft vowes, and fightes and fidle-fadles. l. 31. C] Enter y'e Leiuetenant. l. 35. C] hath serv'd. l. 36. C] and trayld a. l. 37. C] so honorbled.

p. 292, l. 18. C] 'not a pangue. l. 20. C] should be all. l. 29. C] that hath. l. 30. C] hath taken. l. 38. C] stay us.

p. 293, l. 9. C] noe 'beleeve' Sir. l. 18. C omits] Sir. l. 39. C] unles 'twas.

p. 294, l. 4. C] y'ar. l. 38. C adds stage direction] Droms beate.

p. 295, l. 14. C adds stage direction] Droms agen. l. 16. C omits stage direction. l. 18. C] fye on. l. 29. C adds] Exeunt severally. l. 31. C] and Timon.

p. 296, ll. 2-4. C adds]

should never be imploid; how are you certaine she is a stranger?

Tim. being so yong, and handsome, and not made privy to your Graces pleasures for I presume under your gracious favo'r you have not yet (Sir.)

Ant. what (Sir?)

Tim. as they say (Sir) made any salley on her, or delighted your roiall body;

Ant. you prate like a coxcombe.

Tim. sure I thinck I doe (Sir) But (howsoever) I speake with in my compasse; in theis matters that concerne partie, and partie, and no farther, that reach but to the meere instruction and garnishing of youth:

Ant. you'll hold your prating?

Tim. I know not: for theis twentie yeares, I am sure on't, (I thinck theis five and twenty) I have serv'd ye, and serv'd ye with as good, and gratious pleasure, like a true Subject, ever cautulous that nothing you receivd from me, to sport ye, but should endure all tests, and all translations: I thinck I have don soe: and I thinck I have fitted yee: and if a coxcomb can doe theis things handsomer:

Ant. Wellcom Minippus. {Enter Minippus.

l. 27. C] confident. l. 30. C gives this line to Car. l. 31. C] there's,

p. 297, l. 1. B] groose. l. 7. C] Enter Demetrius, and Leontius. l. 30. C] I live to know. l. 36. C] sure if.

p. 298, l. 4. C] hang out. l. 7. C] as your. l. 8. C] that know. ll. 10 and 11. C transposes these two ll. l. 12. C] hath sent. l. 17. C] I see ye. l. 29. C] 'pray ye doe. l. 35. C] designes it.

p. 299, l. 2. C] we are mawld. l. 8. C] so thrashd. l. 11. C] on my...about. l. 14. C] Coronall and so throughout, with variations of spelling. l. 18. C] over. l. 30. A by mistake gives this line to Leo. C. omits l. 31. l. 33. C] in peeces. l. 36. C] he hath. l. 37. C] Julipps. l. 38. C gives this line to Dem. l. 39. C] noe: noe: hang him.

p. 300, l. 5. C] dampnable. l. 13. C adds] Exit. l. 21. C omits this line and gives the following line to Leo. l. 24. C] Enter Leucippe, and her Maides, writing. l. 25. C] Mariane. l. 35. C] peevish, very peevish. l. 36. C] and the.

p. 301, l. 1. C adds stage direction] she turnes over a Booke. l. 19. C] those. l. 33. C] The Chamber next to th' Parck. l. 34. C] 2. Maid. l. 35. A and C] bid. l. 37. C] besides, she is. A] beside. l. 39. C omits one Thisbee. A misprints it This.

p. 302, l. 8. C omits stage direction. l. 9. C] follow your. l. 11. adds stage direction] she turnes over y'e Booke. l. 19. C omits stage direction. l. 22. A] and 't. l. 28. C] come heather. l. 33. C] your helpe. l. 38. C omits stage direction. l. 39. C] Maid.

p. 3O3, l. 1. C for Phe reads Girle. l. 3. C omits stage direction. l. 5. C puts I'll...action in parentheses. l. 7. C] Who's that there? and omits stage direction. l. 10. B] Menippe. l. 12. C] if you were. l. 14. C] o' th'. l. 32. C] thou wert.

p. 304, l. 8. C] will yet work, without Barme (boy). l. 12. C] Enter Antigonus, and a Soldier; wth Attendants. l. 18. C] 'faith. A] discretion. l. 20. C] and ye Leiutenant. l. 22. A] Lord Men. A and B] Grace—s. l. 27. C] backs. l. 29. C] by heaven.

p. 305, l. 11. A] say truth. l. 25. C] 'chaunce. l. 30. C omits this line. l. 35. C] but I.

p. 306, l. 5. C] and would. l. 18. C] a joyfull showt. Enter Gentlemen. l. 19. C] He doth. l. 20. B] top? l. 28. C] Gent. l. 34. A and C] for heaven sake. l. 39. C] all take.

p. 307, l. 3. C] stood then before. l. 11. C] that ye. l. 14. C] I give. l. 15. C omits this line. l. 20. C] if 'twer. l. 22. C] ev'n...ev'n that pure blessing. l. 25. C] still (Sir?). l. 28. C] Gent. l. 31. C gives this line to Gent. l. 35. C] 'mercie upon ye. l. 36. C] ayle ye? 'pray doe. A] ayle ye...'death. l. 40. C] did ye.

p. 308, ll. 1 and 2. C] 'beate...'beate. l. 3. A and C] has. l. 9. C] strake. l. 10. C] dost not thou. l. 12. C gives this line to Leo. and the next only to Dem. l. 17. C] 'has beat. A] h'as. l. 19. C omits this line. l. 35. C] now ye.

p. 309, l. 12. C] where 't please you, as ye march. l. 15. C] and there. l. 28. C] a goodly company. l. 34. C] your musty whore; you Rogue.

p. 310, l. 1. C] by this good light I'll. l. 2. C] 'strange. l. 3. C] have that. l. 5. C] out upon thee. l. 16. C] and Hostisse. l. 27. C] there is. l. 32. C] blesse him. l. 38. C] o'th'.

p. 311, l. 8. C] heaven knowes, the. l. 21. C] Minippus and so throughout. l. 34. C] an hundred. l. 37. C omits] on.

p. 312, l. 13. C] her be more. l. 17. C] and Hostesse and so throughout. l. 18. C] from whence. l. 21. C] you knew. l. 27. C] doth it.

p. 313, l. 1. C] a Trap. l. 3. C] how I begin to sweatt now? l. 7. C] out upon it. l. 8. C] 'twas. ll. 26-28 are not in C. l. 29. C] I dare not cursse him? ll. 31-34 are not in C. l. 37. C] in the' ie (Lady). l. 40 is not in C.

p. 314, l. 1 is not in C. l. 14. C] beshrew thy hart, why. ll. 18 and 19. C]

his angry will, if ere he come to know this as he shall.

l. 21. C] too sencibly. ll. 22 and 23. C]

no stale Stuff, for your money-Marts; that sent it? who dares...dar'st.

l. 34. C] how doth he? l. 35. C] oh, my head: my head.

p. 315, l. 1. A] did a'. l. 21 is not in C, but see below. l. 23. C]

Hos. you'll find I said soe: I say it must be: the more my greif (heaven knowes) I hope etc.

l. 25. C] art' sure. l. 27. C] (she is mightie crafty. A] peilous crafty. l. 33. C] whilst the.

p. 316, l. 3. C]

(now the devill's in her) he's etc.

l. 13. C] Leontius running after him: Drums within. l. 23. A and C] doe but make. l. 28. C] 'faith. l. 31. C] art' not thou he? l. 37. C] ye' have found the cause on't.

p. 317, l. 8. B] so see. l. 9. C] thou fight no more. l. 10. C] in the. l. 11. C] nere. l. 19. C] heaven deliver me. l. 11. C] Sirha. l. 24. C] provocatives. l. 30. C] a' devill. l. 31. C] provoake ye. l. 36. C] mary' that. l. 37. C] Enter Gentlemen. l. 39. C] hath 'hedgd. A] has.

p. 318, l. 3. C] he hath. l. 4. C omits] Sir. l. 11. C] help. l. 23. C omits] 2. l. 25. C adds another] quickly. l. 26. C] run...thicke. C gives this line to Lieu. and the next to Leo. l. 31. C] I'll bate thee one: goe winck, and fight: for shame. l. 38. C] a tird Girole. l. 39. C omits] 2.

p. 319, l. 1. C] why that, (Sir) that: doe. l. 2. C omits] 2. ll. 10 and 11. C]

I thanck thee: A] God a mercy, I thanck thee, with. God a mercy with.

l. 17. C] argument: a toy: l. 18. C omits this line. l. 21. C] I'll nere. l. 23. C] fit ye. l. 24. C] upon's. l. 25. C] who doth best: (Boyes.)

p. 320, l. 1. C] how doth she her coming? l. 11. C] she hath. l. 14. C] she hath...they fitt. l. 17. C] and others. l. 18. A omits] Ant. l. 21. A] sung to it. l. 22. C] Eies (by heaven) they kill on. l. 33. C] 'pray ye where's. l. 37. C] there was.

p. 321, l. 16. C] Ladies. l. 17. C] not trouble ye. l. 20. A and C] of such. l. 28. C] on my.

p. 322, l. 12. C omits] now. l. 25. C] Gentlemen. l. 26. C] sure I. l. 33. C] and of a.

p. 323, l. 2. C] and Gentlemen. l. 19. C] a flotten. ll. 24-26 are omitted in C. l. 34. C omits] 'Life.

p. 324, l. 9. C adds a fourth ha. l. 12. C omits] 2. l. 15. C gives this line to 1 Phis and the next to 2 Phis. l. 21. C] did not I. l. 23. C] he's. l. 34. C] and other Gentlemen.

p. 325, l. 3. C] our Watches. l. 5. C] 'faith. l. 8. C] yet: I see he. l. 9. C omits] too. l. 11. C] beleeve'. l. 18. C] such a Hell...rise to. l. 22. C] he's fairly. l. 24. A and C] Doctor. l. 26. C omits] 2. l. 31. C omits stage direction. l. 36. C adds stage direction] he drinks. 2. Kans.

p. 326, l. 3. B misprints] remembrace. l. 7. C] Will performd. l. 9. C] Wine begins to tickle. l. 12. C] a Drom beates. l. 13. C] one sung. l. 15. C] Song? l. 18. C omits] 2. ll. 20 and 21. A] dare ye...dare ye. l. 25. C] 'bove. l. 28. C gives this line to Dem. ending with Sore? and adds 'tis true (Sir) to the beginning of Phis. l. 34. C]

Phis. I know he's weake: but yet his hart's whole.

p. 327, l. 2. C gives this line to Dem. l. 6. C] how the. l. 8. C omits] away, away, away. l. 10. C] and Soldiers. l. 24. C adds] Alarum within. l. 31. C] who charges.

p. 328, l. 2. C] here five. l. 5. A and C] a-peeces. l. 11. C] Did I not. l. 12. C adds] Exeunt. ll. 13 and 14. C] Enter ye Leiutenant...driving Soldier before him. l. 15. C] coxcomb. l. 23. C omits] and...Gentlemen. l. 25. C] men. l. 29. C] he's hurt shrewdly. l. 30. C] these.

p. 329, l. 2. C omits] 2. l. 6. C adds] Ext. l. 9. C]

yet: Come Leontius Let's now up to theis Conquerors: they are our owne.

l. 17. C adds] say: a Trompet: The stage direction Enter a Trompet and a Harrold is 2 or 3 lines higher in C. l. 25. C] Enter Seleucus Lismachus and Ptolomey. l. 29. C] Honours. l. 34. C] Dem. that will not doe it. l. 35. C has Leontius at the end, not the beginning, of the line.

p. 330, l. 3. A] such prizes. l. 5. C] to doe. l. 14. C] Mans. l. 16. C] easie price. l. 31. C] our comfort.

p. 331, l. 29. C] by heaven it. l. 31. C] Lis. Ptol. l. 32. C omits this line and the stage direction on the following line. l. 36. C omits this line and adds Exet.

p. 332, l. 5. A] And yet when she is as free, and when she is courted. C] and yet She is, as free, and when she is courted. l. 19. C _omits_] or Lords. ll. 22 and 23. C gives these two lines to_ 1. Gent. l. 25. C] and those. l. 27. C] never see so...frozen. l. 34. C] sings daintely. l. 37. A] th' matter.

p. 333, l. 5. C] Enter Celia wth Ladies. l. 10. C] Loves as Lay's. l. 15. C] State. l. 16. C] nowhether. l. 21. C] no mortall. l. 27. C] 'send. l. 28. A and C] hand. l. 30. A and C] that: that.

p. 334 l. 16. C] be to an. l. 17. A and C] slubbers. l. 26. C] nothing els to.

p. 335, l. 16. C] hath suckd. l. 29. C] so light. l. 39. C] 'pree-thee...doth the. l. 40. C] he doth.

p. 336, l. 7. C] 'may. l. 8. C] I have soe (Lady). l. 17. C] be thine. l. 18. C] the flames. l. 36. C] Enter Demetrius: Leontius: Gent: Soldiers: ye Host (talking wth Demetrious).

p. 337, l. 1. A and C] on ye. l. 9. C gives Exeunt as the sole stage direction. l. 18. C] There is. l. 19. C] Leontius, etc. l. 23. C] hath. l. 26. C] 'faith Sir. l. 30. C] he hath. l. 39. C] bore ye. A] bare me.

p. 338, l. 21. A and C] a Sorcerer. l. 23. C] which hath. l. 26. A by mistake omits Dem. and reads In heaven. l. 37. A] and doe believe.

p. 339, l. 3. C] shew'd. l. 5. C] upon her. l. 26. C omits] and Gent. l. 30. C] Wayt you. l. 33. C] your Highnes.

p. 340, l. 8. C] discontent: Will speake. l. 9. C omits] 2 Gent. C] hath taken. A] Has. l. 17. C] she's not. l. 22. C] hath now. l. 24. C] none come. l. 30. C] thy life. l. 34. C] but drip...Snow doth.

p. 341, l. 4. A and C] and there. l. 6. C] in now. l. 16. C] yet you. l. 31. C] reneage els. A] the coole: he will revenge els. l. 36. A] I swore I.

p. 342, l. 1. C] Enter a Magitian wth a Bowle in his hand. l. 3. A and C] Powders. A gives this line to Mag. l. 8. C] never. l. 10. C omits] Exit. l. 12. C's stage direction runs: He seems to Conjure: sweett Musick is heard, and an Antick of litle Fayeries enter and dance about ye Bowle and fling in things, and Ext. C omits the Song and the Answer. l. 16. A] loose. ll. 19 and 20. A comma and a full stop have been transposed after Spell and desires. l. 28. A] view e're day. l. 30. A] and one.

P. 343, l. 14. C omits this line. l. 17. A prefaces with Lew (char.), l. 22. C omits] art. l. 24. Omitted from B in error. l. 25. C] Gent. and Leiutenant. l. 38. C] has given. l.33. A gives this line to Leo.

p. 344, l. 1. C] ffortifications. l. 5. C omits] Away. l. 12. C] beware he's. A gives this line to Leo. l. 14. A gives this line to Lieut. l. 17. C omits] him. l. 18. C omits stage direction. l. 20. C] doesoe: l. 21. C] Doe if ye. l. 24. C omits stage direction. l. 34. C] owne, Boy. l. 35. C] w'th a. l. 39. C adds stage direction] he swounds.

p. 345, l. 2. C] Exit Dem. l. 4. C omits] with a Bowl. l. 5. C gives this line to Leo. and reads] alas, he's. C omits] 2. l. 10. A and C] Waters. l. 11. C gives this line to Leo. l. 13. A gives this line to 2 Gent. l. 14. C omits] 2. l. 15. C gives this line to Gent. l. 22. C omits] 2. l. 26. C] won the. ll. 30 and 31. C] Gent. well Sir—ex't.—Enter Leucippe. l. 36. C] in the.

p. 346, l. 1. C] after that. l. 5. C] has. A] 'has. l. 13. C omits] Ex. l. 18. C] that rais'd it. l. 26. C] o' th' crimes. l. 32. C] theis thirty...upwards. A] these. l. 33. C] from it. l. 36. C] shame light on him...greive hartely.

p. 347, l. 5. C]

for heaven-sake tell...in it.

l. 13. C] fye on't, it doth. l. 17. A] for a fit. l. 33. C] on my.

p. 348, l. 2. C] and of. l. 4. C] I will, by heaven. l. 8. C] a hart-sore. l. 9. C] even. l. 11. C] be sorer. l. 12. C] Enter Gent. l. 16. C] and wrings, and. l. 17. C omits] 2. l. 27. C] with't. l. 28. C] as they. l. 31. C] ends. ll. 35 and 38. C omits] 2. l. 36. A] fooles. l. 38. C] 'twill passe.

p. 349, l. 4. A and C] King's-streete. l. 8. C] with 'King. l. 11. A and C] mary-bones. l. 13. C] vouchsaffe a wight thy. l. 14. C] this ffellow. l. 15. B] King. l. 16. C] ffooteman. l. 19. C] 2. Gent. l. 21. C] act this. l. 22. C] 1. Gent, will sigh...and cry. l. 25. C] Jigg. l. 27. C omits] 2. l. 28. A and C] to him? for half an howre I.

p. 350, l. 11. C] Maidenhood. l. 12. C] Gods blesse. l. 15. C adds] in her hand. l. 19. C omits stage direction. l. 24. C] Potion? his eies affright me. l. 36. C] hath your.

p. 351, l. 4. C] their doatings. l. 5. C] his braines. C omits] 'em. l. 10. C] this works. l. 13. C] Lust. l. 21. B misprints] gorious. l. 25. C] admire for Goodnes. l. 33. C] Infants cries: your Sin's in. l. 36. C omits] can.

p. 352, l. 2. C] Death sitts upon our Blood. l. 4. C] Snake) curld. l. 5. C] will not you. l. 16. C] those. l. 24. C omits] severally. l. 26. C] Leiutenant, and Gent. A omits] and. l. 30. A] It serves so. l. 38. C] oh sweet King.

p. 353, ll. 1 and 2. C]

Leo. by thy leave: Leiu. when I consider (my honest ffrend etc.

l. 7. C] a scurvy. l. 11. C] for your...sirha. l. 18. C omits] 2. l. 19. C adds at end of line] (Gent.) l. 23. C] are melted. l. 27. C] bid me. l. 28. C] He is. l. 32. C omits] 2. C omits] severally. l. 33. C begins Actus Quintus: Sce'a. pri'a. here. l. 34. C] Minippus: Gent. l. 35. C] Gent. and so throughout. l. 37. A] wronged his.

p. 354, l. 5. C] Attendants. l. 11. C] in Vow. l. 15. C] Sce'a. 2'a. l. 17. C] There is...Lights. A] lights. l. 25. C] Enter Celia Minippus Etc. l. 32. C] Gent.

p. 355, l. 5. C] doe not know me. l. 17. C] Min. C omits] Me. etc. l. 22. A] The Corke. A and C] will come. l. 31. B misprints] Leu. l. 39. C omits] gallant.

p. 356, l. 10. A] And one command. l. 16. A and C] him, to dye. l. 17. A] in me nature. l. 36. C] by heaven.

p. 357, l. 6. B] know. l. 15. C] prove to. l. 21. C] turnd black. l. 29. C] but ffalsehood, and loose. A] but imperious lust, and losers faces. l. 39. A and C] Circes.

p. 358, l. 12. C] thousand waies. l. 18. C] thy Devills. l. 34. C] thy muddy. l. 40. A] back thoughts.

p. 359, l. 3. C] Mine. l. 11. C] and in. l. 18. C omits] and Lords. l. 21. A] heavens.

p. 360, l. 4. B] best. l. 8. C] begin. l. 12. C] Sce'a. 3'a. l. 14. C] he doth. l. 19. C] heaven-sake. l. 30. A] I most confesse. l. 32. C] now (and with.

p. 361, l. 12. C] followes. l. 36. C] all these.

p. 362, l. 2. C] you should. l. 6. C] Sce'a. 4'a. Enter Antigonus: Gent. Leiueten't, etc. l. 9. C omits] 2. l. 13. C] drunck. l. 18. C] Gent. has. A] 'Has. l. 26. C] owes yet. l. 33. A and C] I pree-thee. l. 36. C] why I thanck thee (Soldier).

p. 363, l. 5. C] nor I hope I. l. 8. C] towards. l. 9. C] I thanck thee still. l. 18. C omits] Ha, ha, ha. l. 23. C omits] 2. l. 24. A] Has. l. 27. A] rosten hawkes. l. 38. C] while.

p. 364, l. 1. C] Sce'a. 5'a. l. 9. C] can I. l. 26. B misprints] not not. l. 28. C] y' have don. l. 34. B] admit to excuse.

p. 365, l. 5. B misprints] thing. l. 13. C] yes' faith. l. 31. C] are drop'd. l. 34. A] poisoned truth.

p. 366, l. 1. C] he has. l. 5. C] any hope. l. 15. C] god's. l. 21. C] left open. ll. 27 and 28. C transposes these two ll. l. 32. C]

Sce'a. 6'a. Enter Antigonus: Seleuchus, Ptolomy. Lisimachus: Gent. Leiueten't. etc.

p. 367, l. 3. C] once againe. l. 21. C] old valiant Soldier. l. 22. C] are all wellcom. l. 23. C] (and't please your Grace) is cassheird. l. 27. C] any Peace. l. 29. C] 'faith. l. 34. C] 'beseech.

p. 368, l. 5. C] Sce'a. 7'a. l. 13. C] that be. l. 24. A and C] your Ultra. ll. 27 and 28. C]

Enter Antigonus Seluchus Lysimachus Ptolomy Leontus Leiuten't. etc.

l. 28. A omits] and. l. 36. C] 'pray a.

p. 369, l. 2. C] Antiochus. l. 10. C omits] have. l. 12. C omits] Princes. B misprints] Prnices. l. 17. C gives this line to Sel. l. 35. A] Cel. l. 40. C] I once more next [instead of beg it thus].

p. 370, l. 9. C] sound. l. 10. C] beat through. l. 16. C adds] Finis. C omits] Prologue and Epilogue.

p. 371, l. 1. A] And those. l. 6. A omits] Spoke by the Lieutenant. l. 13. A] comes.



THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.

(A) The Faithfull Shepherdesse. By John Fletcher. Printed at London for R. Bonian and H. Walley, and are to be sold at the spred Eagle over against the great North dore of S. Paules. Undated, but probably 1609-10.

(B) The same, with slight differences in the Commendatory Verses and in one or two other sheets.

(C) The Faithfull Shepherdesse. By John Fletcher. The second Edition, newly corrected. London, Printed by T.C. for Richard Meighen, in S't Dunstanes Church-yard in Fleet-streete, 1629.

(D) The Faithfull Shepherdesse. acted at Somerset House before the King and Queene on Twelfe night last, 1633. And divers times since with great ap- plause at the Private House in Blacke- Friers, by his Majesties Servants. Written by John Fletcher. The third Edition, with Addition. London, Printed by A.M. for Richard Meighen, next to the Middle Temple in Fleet- street. 1634.

(E) The Faithfull Shepherdesse. Acted at Somerset House before the King and Queen on Twelf night last, 1633. And divers times since, with great ap- plause, at the Private House in Black- Friers, by his Majesties Servants. Written by John Fletcher. The Fourth Edition. London, Printed for Ga. Bedell and Tho. Collins, at the Middle Temple Gate in Fleet-street. 1656.

(F) The Faithfull Shepherdesse. Acted at Somerset-House, Before the King and Queen on Twelfth night, 1633. And divers times since, with great Applause, at the Private House in Black-Friers, by his Majesties Servants. Written by John Fletcher. The Fifth Edition. London, Printed for G. Bedell and T. Collins, at the Middle Temple- Gate in Fleet-street, 1665.

The verso of the title-page bears the date March 3, 1664/5. Licensed, Roger L'Estrange.

As neither the Second Folio nor the Quartos print any list of the Characters it may be as well to give one here.

Perigot. Old Shepherd. Thenot. Priest of Pan. Daphnis. God of the River. Alexis. Satyr. Sullen Shepherd. Shepherds.

THE END