Cla. She is most goodly.

Gos. Pray ye stand still.

Ger. What ails my love?

Gos. Didst thou ever, By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter? O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him, Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.

1 Mer. Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so.

2 Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.

Gos. View all her body,

Cla. 'Tis exact and excellent.

Gos. Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly? Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler, And but to hear her speak, a Paradise, And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love, A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love: 'tis now too I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, Clause, To say the holy words shall make us happy, This is a cruelty beyond mans study, All these are ready, all our joyes are ready, And all the expectation of our friends, 'Twill be her death to do it.

Cla. Let her dye then.

Gos. Thou canst not: 'tis impossible.

Cla. It must be.

Gos. 'Twill kill me too, 'twill murder me: by heaven Clause I'le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me.

Cla. Then you must go with me: I can stay no longer, If ye be true, and noble.

Gos. Hard heart, I'le follow: Pray ye all go in again, and pray be merry, I have a weighty business, (give my Cloak there,)

Enter Servant (with a Cloak.)

Concerns my life, and state, (make no enquiry,) This present hour befaln me: with the soonest I shall be here again: nay pray go in, Sir, And take them with you, 'tis but a night lost, Gentlemen.

Van. Come, come in, we will not lose our meat yet, Nor our good mirth, he cannot stay long from her, I am sure of that.

Gos. I will not stay; believe, Sir. [Exit.

Gertrude, a word with you.

Ger. Why is this stop, Sir?

Gos. I have no more time left me, but to kiss thee, And tell thee this, I am ever thine: farewel wench. [Exit.

Ger. And is that all your Ceremony? Is this a wedding? Are all my hopes and prayers turn'd to nothing? Well, I will say no more, nor sigh, nor sorrow; Till to thy face I prove thee false. Ah me! [Exit.



ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA.

Enter Gertrude, and a Boor.

Ger. Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way.

Bo. Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward.

Ger. Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the time That most should tye him? 'tis some other Love That hath a more command on his affections, And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent, Not what he personated; for his fashion Was more familiar with him, and more powerful Than one that ask'd an alms: I must find out One, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd, And cover loves too curious search in me, For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee.

Bo. Mistris, it grows somewhat pretty and dark.

Ger. What then?

Bo. Nay, nothing; do not think I am afraid, Although perhaps you are.

Ger. I am not, forward.

Bo. Sure but you are? give me your hand, fear nothing. There's one leg in the wood, do not pull me backward: What a sweat one on's are in, you or I? Pray God it do not prove the plague; yet sure It has infected me; for I sweat too, It runs out at my knees, feel, feel, I pray you.

Ger. What ails the fellow?

Bo. Hark, hark I beseech you, Do you hear nothing?

Ger. No.

Bo. List: a wild Hog, He grunts: now 'tis a Bear: this wood is full of 'em, And now, a Wolf, Mistress, a Wolf, a Wolf, It is the howling of a Wolf.

Ger. The braying of an Ass, is it not?

Bo. Oh, now one has me; Oh my left haunch, farewel.

Ger. Look to your Shanks, Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake.

Bo. But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it; It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire; Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers: It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt; I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me.

Ger. Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?

Bo. It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill Grow to a Fire-drake presently.

Ger. Come thou from it: I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous, That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.

Bo. It thunders, you hear that now?

Ger. I hear one hollow.

Bo. 'Tis thunder, thunder: See, a Flash of Lightning: Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off, It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven, 'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.

Ger. What strange Wonders Fear fancies in a Coward!

Bo. Now the Earth opens.

Ger. Prithee hold thy peace.

Bo. Will you on then?

Ger. Both love and jealousie have made me bold, Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [Exit.

Bo. God be with you then.

Enter Woolfort, Hemskirk, and Attendants.

Hem. It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me, The Hunts-man that did hollow us.

Woolf. Best make a stand, And listen to his next: Ha!

Hem. Who goes there?

Bo. Mistress, I am taken.

Hem. Mistress? Look forth Souldiers.

Woolf. What are you Sirrah?

Bo. Truly all is left Of a poor Boor, by day-light, by night no body, You might have spar'd your Drum, and Guns, and Pikes too For I am none that will stand out Sir, I. You may take me in with a walking Stick, Even when you please, and hold me with a packthred.

Hem. What woman was't you call'd to?

Bo. Woman! none Sir.

Woolf. None! did you not name Mistress?

Bo. Yes, but she's No woman yet: she should have been this night, But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom, Whom we were going to make hue and cry after; I tell you true Sir, she should ha' been married to day; And was the Bride and all; but in came Clause, The old lame Beggar, and whips up Mr Goswin Under his arm; away with him as a Kite, Or an old Fox would swoop away a Gosling.

Hem. 'Tis she, 'tis she, 'tis she: Niece?

Ger. Ha!

Hem. She Sir, This was a noble entrance to your fortune, That being on the point thus to be married, Upon her venture here, you should surprise her.

Woolf. I begin, Hemskirk, to believe my fate, Works to my ends.

Hem. Yes Sir, and this adds trust Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me Florez Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as Gerrard did I' the old Beggars, and that he would use Him for the train, to call the other forth; All which we find is done—That's he again— [Holla again.

Woolf. Good, we sent out to meet him.

Hem. Here's the Oak.

Ger. I am miserably lost, thus faln Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not think away my self and dye?

Enter Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks like Boors.

Hub. I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.

Hig. But what's the action we are for now? Ha! Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.

Prig. Or taking A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?

Hig. Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?

Fer. Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!

Prig. Or cackling Cheats?

Hig. Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, And Tibs o'th' Buttery?

Prig. O I could drive a Regiment Of Geese afore me, such a night as this, Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.

Hig. Tell us, If it be milling of a lag of duds, The fetching of a back of cloaths or so; We are horribly out of linnen.

Hub. No such matter.

Hig. Let me alone with the Farmers dog, If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.

Hub. Would it would please you to be silent.

Hig. Mum.

Woolf. Who's there?

Hub. A friend, the Hunts-man.

Hem. O 'tis he.

Hub. I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now?

Hem. This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service.

Hub. If't be worth His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man, I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game: And I have don't, both Florez and his Father Old Gerrard, with Lord Arnold of Benthuisen, Cozen, and Jaculin, young Florez's Sister: I have 'em all.

Woolf. Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it.

Hub. I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.

Woolf. We will double What ever Hemskirk then hath promis'd thee.

Hub. And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?

Woolf. A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em.

Hem. Yes.

Hub. Divide then Your force into five Squadrons; for there are So many out-lets, ways through the wood That issue from the place where they are lodg'd: Five several ways, of all which Passages, We must possess our selves, to round 'em in; For by one starting hole they'll all escape else: I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides, The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: And that they may be more secure, I'll use My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest Careless of any noise, and be a direction To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.

Woolf. 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier; Make the division Hemskirk; you are my charge, Fair One, I'll look to you.

Boo. Shall no body need To look to me? I'll look unto my self.

Hub. 'Tis but this, remember.

Hig. Say, 'tis done, Boy. [Exeunt.



SCENA II.

Enter Gerrard and Florez.

Ger. By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons Why I broke off your marriage, for though I Should as a Subject study you my Prince In things indifferent, it will not therefore Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father, By harkning to my necessary counsels.

Flo. Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do, And may impiety, conspiring with My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly When I forget to pay you a Sons duty In my obedience, and that help'd forth With all the cheerfulness.

Ger. I pray you rise, And may those powers that see and love this in you, Reward you for it: Taught by your example Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father, I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject: Which as my Prince accept of.

Flo. Kneel to me? May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys, And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer An act in nature so preposterous; I must o'ercome in this, in all things else The victory be yours: could you here read me, You should perceive how all my faculties Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours; I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder To be so, to the Father, to such goodness (Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you) Than I shall ever of those specious titles That plead for my succession in the Earldom (Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.

Ger. I do believe it: but—

Flo. O my lov'd Father, Before I knew you were so, by instinct, Nature had taught me, to look on your wants, Not as a stranger's: and I know not how, What you call'd charity, I thought the payment Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for; And last of all, when your magnificent bounty In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid, I soon found out, it was no common pity That led you to it.

Ger. Think of this hereafter When we with joy may call it to remembrance, There will be a time, more opportune, than now To end our story, with all circumstances, I add this only: when we fled from Wolfort I sent you into England, and there placed you With a brave Flanders Merchant, call'd rich Goswin, A man supplyed by me unto that purpose, As bound by oath never to discover you, Who dying, left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so; But now, as Florez, and a Prince, remember The countreys, and the subjects general good Must challenge the first part in your affection: The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife, Being so far beneath you, that your love Must grant she's not your equal.

Flo. In descent Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors, But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues Ever remembred in the best of women, A Monarch might receive from her, not give, Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only Be an indulgent Father: in all else, Use your authority.

Enter Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha, and Souldiers.

Hub. Sir, here be two of 'em, The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them.

Ger. Who's this? Wolfort?

Wol. I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you, Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you, It's now no halting: I must here find Gerrard, And in this Merchants habit, one call'd Florez Who would be an Earl.

Ger. And is, wert thou a subject.

Flo. Is this that Traitor Wolfort?

Wol. Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd: Hemskirk.

Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.

Florez. Gertrude?

Wol. Stay Sir, you were to day too near her, You must no more aim at those easie accesses, Less you can do't in air, without a head, Which shall be suddenly tri'd.

Ber. O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.

Wol. You know not your own value, that entreat.

Ger. So proud a fiend as Wolfort.

Wol. For so lost A thing as Florez.

Flo. And that would be so Rather than she should stoop again to thee; There is no death, but's sweeter than all life, When Wolfort is to give it: O my Gertrude, It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from, It is from thee, that loss includeth all.

Wol. I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so, Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him This is no Gertrude, nor no Hemskirks Niece, Nor Vandunks Daughter: this is Bertha, Bertha, The heir of Brabant, she that caus'd the war, Whom I did steal, during my treaty there, In your minority, to raise my self; I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel, That, a necessity of my employment, The same employment, make me master of strength, That strength, the Lord of Flanders, so of Brabant, By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir, She come of years, but that the expectation First of her Fathers death, retarded it, And since the standing out of Bruges, where Hemskirk had hid her, till she was near lost: But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship May break, for this was one of your best bottoms I think.

Ger. Insolent Devil!

Enter Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, and Costin.

Wol. Who are these, Hemskirk?

Hem. More, more, Sir.

Flo. How they triumph in their treachery!

Hem. Lord Arnold of Benthusin, this Lord Costin, This Jaqueline the sister unto Florez.

Wol. All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall, And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em. Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me Florez fall, Next Gerrards, then his Daughter Jaquelins, Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights: Hang 'em Hemskirk on these trees; I'le take The assay of these my self.

Hub. Not here my Lord, Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, 'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.

Ger. Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too?

Ginks. False Hubert, this is monstrous.

Wol. Hubert?

Hem. Who, this?

Ger. Yes this is Hubert, Wolfort, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.

Wol. The first, The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, I let you goe before, but for a train; Is't you have done this service?

Hub. As your Hunts-man, But now as Hubert; save your selves, I will, The Wolf's afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter with a drum Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.

Wol. Betray'd?

Hub. No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.

Van-d. How do you Wolfort? Rascal, good knave Wolfort, I speak it now without the Rose, and Hemskirk, Rogue Hemskirk, you that have no niece, this Lady Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now Resign'd by me, to the right owner here: Take her my Prince.

Flo. Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.

Van-d. I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank Lord Hubert, that came to me in Gerrards name, And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march Like Caesar, when he bred his Commentaries, So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth Caesar Van-dunk, & veni, vidi, vici, Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum; You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too, You stole the Lady?

Hig. And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces.

Prig. Yes, and run their heads Against trees.

Hig. 'Tis Captain Prig, Sir.

Prig. And Coronel Higgen.

Hig. We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.

Prig. The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars,

Hig. And your horses, Sir, Are well set up in Bruges all by this time: You look as you were not well Sir, and would be Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?

Van-d. A halter.

Ger. 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble Hubert: Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together, Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation? Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason: And not so see thy self, as to fall down And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt, As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?

Wol. No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.

Flo. 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done, and live.

Wol. Who, I repent? And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language And not for Wolfort.

Van-d. Wolfort, thou art a Devil, And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him.

Flo. No let him live, until he can repent, But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.

Van-d. Then hang his worthy Captain here, this Hemskirk For profit of th' example.

Flo. No let him Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life, To shew how much our innocence contemns All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.

Van-d. A noble Prince.

Ger. Sir, you must help to join A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, And to their loves with joy.

Flo. As to mine own, My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.

Van. I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made, My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack, With a peck of little fishes, to drink down In healths to this day.

Hig. 'Slight, here be changes, The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, Prig.

Prig. Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, What think you Ferret?

Fer. Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.

Hig. Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.

Ger. Sir, you must thank this worthy Burgomaster, Here be friends ask to be look'd on too, And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd, Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true Subjects unto me, while I was their King, A place I know not well how to resign, Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat Your grace, command them follow you to Bruges; Where I will take the care on me, to find Some manly, and more profitable course To fit them, as a part of the Republique.

Flo. Do you hear Sirs? do so.

Hig. Thanks to your good grace.

Prig. To your good Lordship.

Fer. May you both live long.

Ger. Attend me at Van-dunks, the Burgomasters.

[Ex. all but Beggars.

Hig. Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week, Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker: Or learn to go along with him, his course; That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth, Prig, What say you to it?

Prig. It is the backwardst course, I know i'the world.

Hig. Then Higgen will scarce thrive by it, You do conclude?

Prig. 'Faith hardly, very hardly.

Hig. Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince Prig; And therefore farewel Flanders, Higgen will seek Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me see Snap, Ferret, Prig, and Higgen, all are left O' the true blood: what? shall we into England?

Prig. Agreed.

Hig. Then bear up bravely with your Brute my lads, Higgen hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit of Bottom, is grown bottomless.

Prig. I'le mand no more, nor cant.

Hig. Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.

Prig. For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.

Hig. 'Tis right, Higgen must practise, so must Prig to eat; And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now No more, as either of these.

Prig. But as true Beggars, As e're we were.

Hig. We stand here, for an Epilogue; Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow; For womens favours are a leading alms, If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes Out at your masks.

Prig. And let your beauties sparkle.

Hig. So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.

Prig. Nor the men you love, Wealth nor discourse to please you.

Hig. May you Gentlemen, Never want good fresh suits nor liberty.

Prig. May every Merchant here see safe his ventures.

Hig. And every honest Citizen his debts in.

Prig. The Lawyers again good Clyents.

Hig. And the Clyents good Counsel.

Prig. All the Gamesters here good fortune.

Hig. The Drunkards too good wine.

Prig. The eaters meat Fit for their tastes and palats.

Hig. The good wives kind Husbands.

Prig. The young maids choyce of Sutors.

Hig. The Midwives merry hearts.

Prig. And all good cheer.

Hig. As you are kind unto us and our Bush, We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen, And have your mony, but the Alms we ask And live by, is your Grace, give that, and then We'l boldly say our word is, Come again.



APPENDIX

p. 194, l. 1. A] God e'n then. l. 28. C misprints] secrely. l. 30. A and B] tipple in wine.

p. 195, l. 3. A omits] ye. l. 11. A repeats] Ile swinge you. l. 15. A] utter, will all. l. 35. A and B] any devotions.

p. 196, l. 2. B] with torch. l. 18. A misprints] Short for Wid.

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p. 201, l. 5. A] regements. l. 30. A and B] yond.

p. 202, l. 2. B] sees yon. l. 3. A and B] thy Torch. l. 13. A] hay, but. l. 26. A and B] shall a Lady.

p. 203, l. 10. A] their recompences. l. 20. A and B add] Exeunt.

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p. 205, l. 10 A] they are. B] they 'are.

p. 207, l. 21. A and B add] Finis.



BEGGARS BUSH.

(A) The First Folio, 1647.

(B) The Beggars Bush. Written by Francis Beaumont, And John Fletcher, Gentlemen. [wood-cut] London, Printed for Humphrey Robinson, and Anne Mosely, at the three Pigeons, and at the Princes Arms in Saint Pauls Church-yard, 1661.

Another issue of the above, dated 1661, has a fresh title-page and bears the following notice: 'You may speedily expect those other Playes, which Kirkman, and his Hawkers have deceived the buyers withall, selling them at treble the value, that this and the rest will be sold for, which are the onely Originall and corrected copies, as they were first purchased by us at no mean rate, and since printed by us.'

B prints the Prologue and Epilogue to The Captaine as though they belonged to Beggars Bush, apparently treating the last page of The Captain in A as though it were the first page of Beggars Bush.

(C) The Second Folio.

p. 208. A omits], A Comedy ... The Scene Flanders. ll. 2-4. B] Dramatis Personae. These are as follows:

Drammatis Personae.

Goswin a young Merchant of Bruges, viz. Florez the right Earl of Flanders Woolfort, Usurper of the Earldome, Clause King of Beggars, viz. Gerrard Father to Florez, Hubert disguised like a Huntsman, A Lord of Flaunders Hemskirk, A Favourite of the Usurper. Lord Arnold) Lord Costin) Two Lords of Flaunders disguis'd like Beggars Jaqueline, Daughter to Gerrard. Bertha, Heir of Brabant. Van-dunck Burgomaster of Bruges Merchants, Saylor, &c. Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Snap, and others, Beggars. Boors, Souldiers Young Merchants, and others, Guests at Goswins Wedding. Margaret, Wife to Vandunck Attendants, Boy with a Song. The Scene BRUGES. p. 209, ll. 6 and 27. A and B] Countess. l. 34. C misprints] houour.

p. 210, l. 9. B omits] that. l. 34. A] On mine.

p. 211, l. 37. A and B] loyalty so suspected.

p. 212, l. 15. A and B] answers. l. 22. C misprints] their.

p. 214, l. 2. A and B for Goswin read] Florez and so throughout the play.

p. 215, l. 30. A and some copies of B] Or the dear.

p. 216, l. 10. A and B] him only. l. 25. A and B] Suck him. l. 35. A and B] near my price.

p. 217, l. 6. C misprints] farily.

p. 218, l. 18. A and B] Quitchineel.

p. 219, l. 3. A and B] God a mercy. l. 15. A here and often later prints Ger. for Clau.

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p. 225, l. 4. A and B] Ger. l. 25. A and B omit] Exit. l. 33. A omits] is. B] 'Tis.

p. 226, l. 4. A and B] she says. l. 9. A and B] O the. l. 24. A] skuys. B] scuce.

p. 227, ll. 7 and 18. A and B omit] Exit. l. 9. B] ruine. l. 26. A and B] against. l. 35. A and B] Meg. some wine.

p. 228, l. 15. A and B] Mage, fill out. l. 32. A by error prints this line twice. l. 35. C misprints] with.

p. 229, l. 17. B] to admit.

p. 230, l. 6. A] makes this trade. l. 18. A and B] rate's at more. l. 21. C misprints] Hab.

p. 231, l. 10. B] these. l. 13. A and B] your errour. l. 25. B omits] doth.

p. 232, l. 3. A and B omit] Strikes him. ll. 5 and 6. A and B omit] He gets ... the head. l. 7. A and B here and later often print Ber. for Ger. l. 39. B omits] you.

p. 233, l. 4. A and B omit] and Ger.

p. 234, l. 18. A and B] Start beer. l. 33. A] to high, etc.

p. 235, l. 3. B] any branches. l. 28. B] To make up.

p. 236, A and B omit the whole of Song. l. 21. B omits] There sweet Sow-Gelder.

p. 238, l. 17. B] Come away fair Maids, put your ware away. l. 18. B omits the entire line. l. 24. B omits the fourth fill.

p. 239, l. 9. A and B] o' their Prestoes. l. 35. C] commands.

p. 240, l. 4. B omits] a.

p. 241, l. 7. A and B] is toss'd too. l. 18. B] Aa's.

p. 242, l. 12. B] thy honour.

p. 243, l. 7. A and B omit] Sir, I must not leave ye. l. 8. A and B] I must not. l. 25. A and B] That's all.

p. 244, l. 1. B] men that have. l. 3. A and B omit] on. l. 25. A and B] as they please.

p. 246, l. 32. A and B omit] Beat one another.

p. 248, l. 23. A] Reimald. ll. 35 and 38. A and B omit] aside.

p. 249, l. 1. A and B omit] with. l. 15. A] I have. l. 38. A and B, in 2 lines] Yes, venson, Or if I want

p. 250, l. 1. A and B] shall learn. l. 4. A and B] Yes if I. l. 5. A and B arrange the rest of the Scene thus]

Ger. Now sweare him.

Hig. You are welcom Brother.

All. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow?

Hub. Thank ye friends, And I beseech ye, if you dare but trust me; For if I have kept wilde doggs and beastes for wonder, And made 'em tame too: give into my custody This roaring rascal I shall hamper him, With all his knacks and knaveryes, and I feare me Discover yet a further villany in him; O he smells ranck 'oth rascall.

Ger. Take him to thee, But if he scape—

Hub. Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, Roome Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash.

Hem. Away Rascall.

Hub. Be not so stubborne: I shall swindge ye soundly, And ye play tricks with me.

Ger. Now sweare him.

Hig. I crowne thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes, To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheates; To mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, Twang dell's, i'the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin: And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.

Ger. Now interpret this unto him.

Hig. I poure on thy pate a pot of good ale, And by the Rogues oth a Rogue thee install: To beg on the way, to rob all thou meetes; To steale from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang, Let the Constable, Justice, and Divell go hang.

Ger. So, now come in, But ever have an eye Sir, to your prisoner.

Hub. He must blinde both mine eyes, if he get from me.

Ger. Go, get some victualls, and some drink, some good drink For this day weele keep holly to good fortune, Come and be frollick with us.

Hig. Ye are a stanger. Exeunt.

p. 250, l. 14. C] o' th'.

p. 251, ll. 12 and 37 and often elsewhere. A and B] Jertred.

p. 252, l. 16. A and B] what ayle ye. l. 35. A] Despise me.

p. 253, l. 7. A and B] wind or. l. 11. A and B] no lying here.

p. 254, l. 13. A] Porter. l. 34. B] we daily get.

p. 255, l 13. A and B] confess it. A and B omit stage direction. l. 18. A and B omit] for.

p. 256, l. 28. A and B] Here in bosome, and. C] my bosom.

p. 257, l. 5. A and B] it would.

p. 258, l. 15. A] This ye are I. B] This year I.

p. 260, l. 5. C misprints] righty. l. 35. A and B] your letting free.

p. 261, l. 7. C misprints] Hem.

p. 262, l. 17. A and B] baldrick, what a. l. 28. C] pertious.

p. 263, l. 16. A and B] stands. l. 27. A and B] that whorson. l. 28. A] baster'd bullions. B] bastar'd bullions. l. 30. A and B] and change a. l. 32. A and B] mangy soul. l. 35. A and B] keep this in.

p. 264, l. 1. A and B] We be monstrous out.

p. 265, l. 26. A omits] the.

p. 267, l. 6. C misprints] Heaveu. l. 9. B omits] design.

p. 268, l. 10. A and B] nor sorrow; Oh me. l. 11. A and B omit] Ah me. l. 33. A and B omit] me.

p. 269, l. 11. A and B] left ham. l. 19. A and B omit] strange.

p. 270, l. 26. B] whipt. l. 29. B omits one] 'tis she. l. 39. A and B] Merchants shop.

p. 271, l. 6. A and some copies of B expand Ger.'s speech as follows]

Ber. O I am miserably lost, thus falne Into my uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye? O I am miserably lost; thus fallen Into my uncles hands, from all my hopes: No matter now, where thou be false or no, Goswin, whether thou love an other better; Or me alone; or where thou keep thy vow, And word, or that thou come, or stay: for I To thee from henceforth, must be ever absent, And thou to me: no more shall we come neere, To tell our selves, how bright each other [B others] eyes were, How soft our language, and how sweet our kisses, Whil'st we made one our food, th'other our feast, Not mix our soules by sight, or by a letter Hereafter, but as small relation have, As two new gon to in habiting a grave: Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye?

l. 23. A and B] or a. l. 29. A and B] alone for any Farmers. l. 38. A and B] Will ye.

p. 272, l. 17. A and B give from That's well to Hub. (Char.). l. 27. B] to ye will.

p. 273, l. 32. B] those speciall.

p. 274, l. 12. A and B] your story. l. 33. A and B] Use my.

p. 275, l. 37. A and B] For your.

p. 276, l. 2. B] marrying her Sir. B omits at end of line] Sir.

p. 277, l. 19. A and B] to end my. l. 31. B omits] have.

p. 279, l. 11. A and B] follow me.

p. 280, l. 26. A and B] gain. l. 40. B adds] Finis.



THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT.

(A) The First Folio. (B) The Second Folio. (C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. This MS. is a beatiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound in vellum, with gilt lines and gilt design on the cover. The following particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:—

'K Digby Margrit

This manuscript beloged to the celebrated Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter (one of the daughters & co-heireses of his eldest son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq. 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 Esq. 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.'

THE END