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N. and Sold by William Chandler at the Peac 〈…〉 the Poultry , and Ralph Smith , at the Bible under the P 〈…〉 the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill . 1697. ACTORS NAMES . MEN. Mr. Harland , Mr. Cibber . KIng Antigonus , An Old Man with Young Desires . Demetrius , Son to Antigonus , in Love with Celia . Mr. Simpson , Mr. Disney , Mr. Rogers , Seleucus , Charinthus , Menippus , 3 Kings , Equal Sharers with Antigonus , of what Alexander had , with United Powers opposing Antigonus . Mr. Mills , Leontius , A brave Old Merry Souldier , Assistant to Demetrius . Mr. Fairbank , Mr. Essex , Mr. Provost . Timon , Charinthus , Menippus , Servants to Antigonus , and his Vices . Mr. Pinkeithman , The Humorous Lieutenant . Gentlemen , Friends and Followers of Demetrius . 3 Ambassadors from the 3 Kings . Gentlemen Vshers . Grooms . Musicians . Citt's . Souldiers . Physicians . Herald . Host. WOMEN . Mrs. Verbruggen . Celia , alias Evanthe , Daughter to Seleucus , Mistriss to Demetrius . Mrs. Bullock . Leucippe a Baud , Agent to the King's Lust. Ladys . Citt's VVives . Mrs. Powell . Governess to Celia . A Country Woman . Phebe her Daughter . PLAYS Sold by William Chandler , and Ralph Smith . VEry Good Wife . Canterbury Guests . Lost Lover . Brutus of Alba Sir Courtly Nice . Lancashire Witches . Pastor 〈◊〉 . Country Wit. Assignation , or Love in a Nunnery . City Politicks . 〈◊〉 . Villain . Theodosius . Sir Anthony Love , or the Rambling Lady . Humerous Lady . Disappointment . Fond Husband . Woman Captain . Woman turn'd Bully . Rival Ladies . Wives Excuse . Bury Fair. Sacrifice . Traytor . Virtue 〈◊〉 . Wild Galant . Squire of 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 of a Wife . Rovers , by Mrs. Behn . Plain Dealer . 〈◊〉 , or Moor's Revenge . All for Love. Fortune Hunters . Don 〈◊〉 . Venice Preserv'd . 〈◊〉 . Queen . Tempest . Virtuoso . English Lawyer . Miser . Lucius Junius Brutus Timon of Athens . Marriage-hater Matcht . Hamlet Prince of Denmark . Old Batchelour . Regulus . Volunteers , or Stockjobbers . Intriegues of Versailles . Friendship in Fashion . Provok'd VVife . False Count. VVorld in the Moon . Orphan . Sophonisba . Country VVife . She VVou'd if She Cou'd . Humourist . Spanish VVives . Royal Shephards . Anthony and Cleopatra . Rule a VVife and have 〈◊〉 VVife . City Lady . 〈◊〉 King of Pontus . Titus Andronicus . Titus and Berenice . Empress of Morocco . VViddow Ranter . Relapse . Love 's a 〈◊〉 . Country Wake . Love for Money . Cyrus the Great . Pyrrhus King of 〈◊〉 . Agnes de Castro . VVomans 〈◊〉 . She 〈◊〉 . Oedipus . 〈◊〉 the 13th , Emperor of the Turks . THE HUMOROUS . LIEUTENANT . ACT I. SCENE I. Enter 2 Ushers , and Groomes with Perfumes . 1 Vsher. ROund , round , perfume it round , quick , look ye diligently the state be right ; Are these the Richest Cushions ? Fie , fie , who waits i' th' Wardrobe ? 2 Vsh. But pray tell me , do you think for certain these Ambassadors shall have this morning Audience ? 1 Vsh. They shall have it : Lord , that you live at Court and understand not ? I tell you they must have it . 2 Vsh. Upon what necessity ? 1 Vsh. Still you are Ignorant of the Trick of Court , sell your Place . Enter Ladies and Gentlemen . And Sow your Grounds , you are not for this Tillage . Ladies , the best way is the upper Lodgings , there you may see at ease . Ladies . We thank you , Sir. Exeunt Ladies and Gentlemen . 1 Vsh. Would you have all these slighted ? Who should report then the Embassadors were handsome Men ? his Beard a neat one ? the fire of his eyes quicker then Lightning , and when it breaks , as blasting ? his Legs , tho little ones , yet movers of a Mass of Understanding ? Who shall commend their Clothes : who shall take notice of the most wise behaviour of their Feathers ? ye live a raw Man here . 2 Vsh. I think I do so . Enter 2 Citizens , and Wives . 1 Vsh. Why , whether would you all press ? 1 Cit. Good Master Vsher. 2 Cit. My Wife , and some few of my honest Neighbours here . 1 Vsh. Prethee be gone thou and thy honest Neighbours , thou look'st like an Ass ; why , Whether would you Fish-Face ? 2 Cit. If I might have the honour to see you at my poor House , Sir , a Capon bridled , and sadl'd I 'll assure your Worship , a Shoulder of Mutton , and a Bottle of Wine Sir ; I know your Brother , he was as like ye , and shot the best at Buts — 1 Vsh. A — upon thee . 2 Cit. Some Musick I 'll assure you too , my Toy , Sir , can play o' th' Virginals . 1 Vsh. Prethee good Toy take away thy Shoulder of Mutton , it is Flie-blown , and Shoulder , take thy Flap along , here 's no place for ye ; nay then you had best knock'd . Ex. Cit. Enter Celia . Cel. I wou'd fain see him The glory of this place , makes me remember , But dye those thoughts , dye all but my desires , Even those to death are sick too ; he 's not here , Nor how my eyes may guide me — 1 Vsh. What 's your business ? who keeps the outward door there ? here 's fine shufling , you wastcoateer you must go back . Cel. There is not , There cannot be , six days and never see me ? There must not be desire ; Sir , Do you think That if you had a Mistris — 1 Vsh. Death , she is Mad. Cel. And were your self an honest Man ? it cannot — 1 Vsh. What a Devil hast thou to do with me or my honesty ? Will you be jogging , good nimble Tongue ? my fellow Door-keeper ? 2 Vsh. Prethee let her alone . 1 Vsh. The King is coming , and shall we have an Agent from the Suburbs come to crave Audience too ? Cel. Before I thought ye To have a little Breeding , some tang of Gentry ; But now I take ye plainly , Without the help of any Perspectivo , For that ye cannot alter . 1. Vsh. What 's that ? Cel. An Ass , Sir , you Bray as like one , And by my Troth , methinks , as ye stand now , Considering who to kick next , you appear to me Just with that kind of Gravity , and Wisdom ; Your Place may bear the Name of Gentleman , But if any of that Butter stick to your Bread — 2 Vsh. You must be modester . Cel. Let him use me nobler , And wear good Clothes to do good Ossices ; They hang upon a Fellow of his Vertue , As tho they hung on Gibbets . 2 Vsh. A parlous Wench . 1 Vsh. Thrust her into a corner , I 'll no more on her . 2 Vsh. You have enough , go pretty Maid , stand close , and use that little Tongue with a little more temper . Cel. I thank ye , Sir. 2 Vsh. When the Shews are past , I 'll have ye into the Cellar , there wee 'l Dine , a very pretty 〈◊〉 , a witty Rogue , and there wee 'l be as merry , Can ye be Merry Cel. O very merry . 2 Vsh. Only our selves ; this churlish fellow shall not know . Cel. By no means . 2. Vsh. And can you love a little ? Cel. Love exceedingly : I have cause to love you dear sir. 2 Vsh. Then I 'll carry ye , and shew you all the Pictures , and the Hangings , the Lodgings , Gardens , and the Walks : and then ( sweet ) you shall tell me where you lye . Cel. Yes marry will I. 2 Vsh. And 't shall go hard but I 'll send ye a Venison Pasty , and a Bottle of Wine . 1 Vsh. Make room there . 2 Vsh. Room there afore , stand close , the Train is coming . Enter King Antigonous , Tymon , Charinthus , Menippus . Cel. Have I yet left a Beauty to Catch Fools ? Yet , yet , I see him not , O what a misery Is love , expected long , deluded longer ! Ant. Conduct in the Embassadors . 1 Vsh. Make room there . Ant. They shall not wait long Answer — Cel. Yet he comes not . Enter Three Embassadors . Why are Eyes set on these , and Multitudes Follow to make these Wonders ? O good gods ! What would these look like if my Love were here ? But I am fond , forgetful . Ant. Now your grievance , Speak short , and have as short dispatch . 1 Em. Then thus , Sir : In all our Royal Masters names , We tell you Ye have done Injustice , broke the bonds of Concord , And from their equal shares from Alexander Parted , and so possess'd , not like a Brother , But as an open Enemy , Ye have hedged in Whole Provinces , Man'd and maintain'd these Injuries ; And daily with your Sword ( though they still honour ye ) Make bloody Roades , take Towns , and ruin Castles , And still their sufferance feels the weight . 2 Em. Think of that Love , Great Sir , that honour'd Friendship Your self hold with our Masters , think of that strength When you were all one Body , all one Mind ; When all your Swords strook one way , when your Anger 's , Like so many brother billows rose together , And curling up your foaming crests , defy'd Even Mighty Kings , and in their falls , entomb'd 'em : O think of these ; and you that have been Conquerors , That ever led your Fortunes open ey'd , Chain'd fast by considence ; you that Fame courted , Now ye want Enemies and Men to match ye ; Let not your own Swords seek your ends to shame ye . Enter Demetrius with a Javelin , and Gentlemen . 3 Em. Choose which you will , or Peace or War , We come prepar'd for either . 1 Vsh. Room for the Prince there . Cel. Was it the Prince they said ! how my heart trembl'd ! 'T is he indeed ; What a sweet noble sierceness Dwels in his eyes ? young Meleager like , When he return'd from slaughter of the Boar , Crown'd with the loves and honours of the People , With all the gallant youth of Greece , he looks now , Who could deny him Love ? Dem. Hail Royal Father . Ant. Ye are welcome from your Sport ; Sir , Do you see this , You that bring Thunders in your mouths , and Earthquakes Gentlemen , To shake and totter my Designs ? Can you imagine ( You Men of poor and common apprehensions ) Whilst I admit this Man , my Son , this nature That in one look carries more fire , and sierceness , Then all your Masters in their lives : dare I admit him , Admit him thus , even to my side , my Bosome , When he is fit to rule , when all Men cry him , And all hopes hang about his head ; thus place him , His Weapon hatch't in blood , all these attending When he shall make their fortunes , all as sudden In any Expedition he shall point 'em , As Arrows from a Tartar's Bow , and speeding , Dare I do this , and fear an Enemy ? Fear your great Master ? yours ? or yours ? Dem. O Hercules , Who sayes you do Sir ? Is there any thing In these mens Faces , or their Masters actions Able to work such wonders ? Cel. Now a' speakes : O I could dwell upon that Tongue for ever . Dem. You call 'em Kings , they never wore those Royalties Nor in the progress of their Lives ariv'd yet At any thought of King : Emperial Dignities , And powerful God-like actions sit for Princes , They can no more put on , and make 'em sit right , Then I can with this Mortal hand hold Heaven : Poor petty Men , nor have I yet forgot The chiefest honours time , and merit gave 'em : Lysimachus your Master , at his best , His highest , and his hopefull'st dignities Was but Grand master of the Elephants ; Seleucus of the Treasure ; and for Ptolomy , A thing not thought on then , scarce heard of yet , Some Master of Amunition : and must these Men — Cel. What a brave considence flowes from his spirit ? O sweet young Man ! Dem. Must these hold pace with us , And on the same Field hang their Memories ? Must these examine what the Wills of Kings are ? Prescribe to their designs , and chain their Actions To their Restraints ? be Friends , and Foes when they please ? Send out their Thunders , and their Menaces , As if the fate of Mortal things were theirs ? Go home , good Men , and tell your Masters from us , We do 'em too much honour to force 〈◊〉 'em Their barren Countries , ruin their vast Cities , And tell 'em , out of Love , we mean to leave 'em ( Since they will needs be Kings ) no more to tread on , Then they have able Wits , and Powers to manage , And so we shall befriend 'em : Ha ? What does she there ? Emb. This is your Answer , King. Ant. 'T is like to prove so . Dem. Fie , Sweet , What make you here ? Cel. Pray ye do not Chide me . Dem. You do your self much wrong , and me . Cel. Pray you pardon me , I feel my fault , which only was committed . Through my dear love to you : I have not seen ye , And how can I live then ? I have not spoken to ye — Dem. I know this Week ye have not ; I will redeem all . You are so tender now : think where you are , Sweet . Cel. What other light have I left ? Dem. Prethee Celia , Indeed , I 'll see ye presently . Cel. I have done , Sir : You will not miss ? Dem. By this , and this , I will not . Cel. 'T is in your will : and I must be obedient . Dem. No more of these Assemblies . Cel. I am commanded . 1 Vsh. Room for the Lady there : Madam , my Service — 1 Gent. My Coach and 't please you , Lady . 2 Vsh. Room before there . 2 Gent. The honour , Madam , but to wait upon you — Cel. My Servants , and my State : Lord , how they flock now ? Before I was affraid they would have beat me ; How these flies play i' th Sunshine ? pray ye no services , Or if ye needs must play the hobby horses , Seek out some beauty that assects 'em : farewell , Nay pray ye spare : Gentlemen I am old enough To go alone at these years , without Crutches . Exit . 2. Vsh. Well , I could curse now : but that will not help me , I made as sure account of this Wench now , immediately , Do but consider how the devil has crost me , Meat for my Master she cries , well — 3. Em. Once more sir , We aske your resolutions : peace or war yet ? Dem. War , war , my noble father . 1 Em. Thus I fling it : And fair ey'd peace , farewell . Ant. You have your answer ; Conduct out the Embassadours , and give 'em convoies . Dem , Tell your high hearted Masters , they shall not seek us , Nor cool i' th' sield in expectation of us , We 'l ease your men those marches : In their strengths , And full abilities of mind and courage , We 'l find 'em out , and at their best trim buckle with ' em . 3 Em. You will find so hot a Souldiers welcome sir , Your favor shall not freeze , 2 Em. A forward Gentleman , Pitty the wars should bruse such hopes — Ant. Conduct 'em — Ex - Em. Now , For this preparation : where 's Leontius ? Call him in presently : for I mean in person Gentlemen My self , with my old fortune — Dem. Royal sir : Thus low I beg this honour : fame already Hath every where rais'd trophies to your glory , And conquest now grown old , and weak with following The weary marches , and the bloody shockes You daily set her in : 't is now scarce honour For you that never knew to sight , but conpuer , To sparkle such poor people : the royal Eagle When she hath tri'd her young ones 'gainst the Sun , And found 'em right ; next teacheth ' them to prey , How to command on wing , and check below her Even birds of noble plume ; I am your own Sir , You have found my spirit , try it now , and teach it , To stoop whole kingdoms : leave a little for me ; Let not your glory be so greedy sir , To eat up all my hopes ; you gave me lise , If to that life you add not what 's more lasting , A noble name , for man you have made a shadow ; Bless me this day : bid me go on , and lead , Bid me go on , no less fear'd , then Antigonus , And to my maiden sword , tye fast your fortune ; I know 't will sight it self then : dear sir honour me : Never fair virgin long'd so . Ant. Rise , and command then , And be as fortunate as I expect ye : I love that noble will ; your young companions Bred up and foster'd with ye , I hope Demetrius , Enter Leon. You will make souldiers too : they must not leave ye . 2 Gent. Never till life leave us sir. Ant. O Leontius , Here 's work for you in hand . Leon. I am ev'n right glad sir. For by my troth , I am now grown old with idleness ; I hear we shall abroad Sir. Ant. Yes , and presently , But who thinks you commands now ? Leon. Who commands Sir ? Methinks my eye should guide me : can there be ( If you your self will spare him so much honour ) Any found out to lead before your armies , So full of faith , and sire as brave Demetrius ? King Philips Son , at his years was an old Souldier , 'T is time his fortune be a wing , high time Sir , So many idle houres , as here he loyters , So many ever-dying names he loses , I hope 't is he . Ant. 'T is he indeed , and nobly He shall set forward : draw you all those Garrisons Upon the frontiers as you pass : to those Joyne these in pay at home , our ancient souldiers , And as you go press all the Provinces . Leo. We shall not need ; Believe this hopeful Gentleman Can want no swords , nor honest hearts to follow him , We shall be full , no fear Sir. Ant. You Leontius , Because you are an old , and faithful servant , And know the wars , with all its vantages , Be near to his instructions , lest his youth Lose valours best companion , staid discretion , Shew where to lead , to lodge , to charge with safetie ; In execution not to break nor scatter , But with a provdent anger , follow nobly : Not covetous of blood , and death , but honour , Be ever near his watches ; cheer his labours , And where his hope stands faire , provoke his valour ; Love him , and think it no dishonour ( my Demetrius ) To wear this Jewel near thee ; he is a tri'd one , And one that even in spight of time , that sunk him , And frosted up his strength , will yet stand by thee . And with the proudest of thine enemyes Exchange for blood , and bravely : take his counsel . Leo. Your grace hath made me young again , and wanton . Ant. She must be known and suddenly ; when you have done Come in and take your leave Sir , and some few Prayers along . Ant. Do ye know her ? Char. No , believe 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. Dem. I know my duty , Exit . Am. You shall be half my father . Leo. All your Servant : Come Gentlemen , you are resolv'd I am sure To see these wars . 1 Gent. We dare not leave his fortunes , Though most assured death hung round about us . Leo. That Bargain 's yet to make ; Be not too hasty , when ye Face the Enemy , Nor too ambitious to get honour instantly , But Charge within your Bounds , and keep close Bodies , And you shall see what sport we 'll make these Mad-caps You shall have Game enough , I warrant ye , Every Man's Cock shall Fight . Dem. I must go see , Sir : Brave Sir , as soon as I have taken leave , I 'll meet you in the Park ; Draw the Men thither , Wait you upon Leonitus . Gent. We 'll attend Sir. Lie. But I beseech your Grace , with speed ; the sooner We are i' th' Field — Dem. You could not please me better . Exit . Leo. You never saw the wars yet ? Gent. Not yet Collonel . Leo. These foolish Mistresses do so hang about ye , So whimper , and so hug , I know it Gentlemen , And so intice ye , now ye are i' th' bud ; And that sweet tilting war , with eyes and kisses , Th' allarums of soft vowes , and sighes , and fiddle faddles , Spoiles all our trade : You must forget these knick knacks , A woman at some time of the year , I grant ye She is necessary ; but make no bussiness of her ; How now Lieutenant ? Enter Lientenant . Lieu. Oh Sir , as ill as ever ; We shall have Wars they say ; they are Mustering yonder : Would we were at it once : 〈◊〉 , how it plagues me . Le. Here 's one has served now under Captain Cupid , And crack't a Pike in 's youth : you see what 's come on 't . Lieu. No , my Disease will never prove so honourable . Le. Why sure thou hast the best Pox. Lieu. If I have 'em , I am sure I got 'em in the best Company ; They are Pox of thirty Coates . Le. Thou hast mew'd 'em finely : Here 's a strange fellow now , and a brave Fellow , If we may say so of a Pockie Fellow , ( Which I believe we may ) this poor Lieutenant ; Whether he have the Scratches , or the Scabs , Or what a Devil it be , I 'll say this for him , There sights no braver Soldier under Sun , Gentlemen ; Show him an Enemy , his Paine 's forgot straight ; And where other Men , by Beds and Bathes have ease , And easie Rules of Physick , set him in a danger , A danger , that 's a fearful one indeed , Ye rock him , and he will so play about ye , Let it be ten to one , he ne'r comes off agaiu ; Ye have his heart : and then he works it bravely , And throughly bravely : not a Pang remembred : I have seen him do such things , belief would shrink at . Gent. 'T is strange he should do all this , and Diseas'd so . Leo. I am sure 't is true : Lieutenant , canst thou drink well ? Lieu. Would I were drunk , Dog-drunk , I might not feel this . Gent. I would take Physick . Lieu. But I would know my Disease first . Leon. Why ? it may be the Collick : Canst thou blow backward ? Lieu. There 's never a Bag-pipe in the Kingdom better . Gent. Is 't not a Pleurisie ? Lieu. 'T is any thing That has the Devil , and Death in 't : Will ye March Gentlemen ? The Prince has taken leave . Leo. How know ye that ? Lie. I saw him leave the Court , dispatch his Followers , and met him 〈◊〉 in a bye-street : I think he has some Wench , or such a Toy , to lick over before he go : would I had such another to draw this foolish Pain down . Leo. Let 's away Gentlemen , The Prince will stay on us . Gent. Wee 'l attend , Sir. Exeunt . Scaene 2. Enter Demetrius , and Celia . Cel. Must ye needs go ? Dem. Or stay with all dishonour . Cel. Are there not Men enough to Fight ? Dem. Fie Celia , This ill becomes the noble love you bear me ; Would you have your Love a Coward ? Cel. No ; believe Sir , I would have him fight , but not so far off from me . Dem. Wouldst have it thus ? or thus ? Cel. If that be fighting — Dem. Ye Wanton Fool : when I come home again I 'll fight with thee , at thine own Weapon , Celia , And conquer thee too . Cel. That you have done already , You need no other Armes to me , but these Sir ; But will you fight your self Sir ? Dem. Thus deep in Blood Dear , And through the thickest rankes of Pikes . Cel. Spur bravely , Your firie Courser , beat the Troops before ye , And cramb the mouth of Death with Executions . Dem. I would do more then these : But prithee tell me , Tell me , my Faire , Where got'st thou this Male Spirit ? I wonder at thy Mind . Cel. Were I a Man , you would wonder more . Dem. Sure thou wouldst prove a Soldier , and some great Leader . Cel. Sure I should do somewhat ; And the first thing I did , I should grow envious , Extreamly envious of your Youth , and Honour . Dem. And fight against me ? Cel. Ten to one , 〈◊〉 should do it . Dem. Thou wouldst not hurt me ? Cel. In this Mind I am in , I think I should be hardly brought to strike ye , Unless 't were thus ; but in my Mans mind — Dem. What ? Cel. I should be Friends with ye too , now I think better . Dem. Ye are a tall Soldier : Here , take these , and these ; this Gold to furnish ye , and keep this Bracelet ; Why do you weep now ? You a Masculine Spirit ? Cel. No , I confess , I am a Fool , a VVoman : And ever when I part with you — Dem. You shall not , These tears are like prodigious signs , my sweet one , I shall come back , loden with fame , to honour thee . Cel. I hope you shall : But then my dear Demetrius , VVhen you stand Conquerour , and at your Mercy All People bow , and all things waite your sentence ; Say then your eye ( surveying all your conquest ) Finds out a Beauty , even in sorrow excellent , A constant face , that in the midst of ruine VVith a forc'd smile , both scornes at Fate , and Fortune : Say you find such a one , so nobly fortify'd , And in her figure , all the sweets of Nature ? Dem. Prithee , no more of this , I cannot find her . Cel. That shews as far beyond my with er'd 〈◊〉 ; And will run Mad to love ye too . Dem. Do ye fear me , And do you think , besides this Face , this Beauty , This Heart , where all my hopes are lock'd — Cel. I dare not : No sure , I think ye honest ; wondrous honest . Pray do not Frown , I Swear ye are . Dem. Ye may choose . Cel. But how long will ye be away ? Dem. I know not . Cel. I know you are angry now : pray look upon me I 'll ask no more such Questions . Dem. The Drum beats , I can no longer stay . Cel. They do but Call yet : How fain you would leave my Company . Dem. I wou'd not , Unless a greater Power then Love Commanded , Commands my Life , mine Honour . Cel. But a little . Dem. Prithee farewell , and be not doubtful of me . Cel. I would not have ye hurt : and ye are so 〈◊〉 But good sweet Prince preserve your self , Fight nobly , But do not thrust his Body ; 't is not yours now , 'T is mine , 't is onely mine : do not seek wounds , Sir , For every drop of Blood you bleed — Dem. I will , Celia , I will be careful . Cel. My heart that loves ye dearly . Dem. Prithee no more , we must part : Hark , they March now . Drums a March. Cel. Fye on 〈◊〉 Bawling Drums : I am sure you 'll kiss me , But one Kiss ? What a Parting 's this ? Dem. Here , take me , And do what thou wilt with me , smother me ; But still remember , if your Fooling with me , Make me forget the trust — Cel. I have done . farewell Sir , Never look back , you shall not stay , not a minute . Dem. I must have one farewell more . Cel. No , the Drums beat ; I dare not slack your Honour ; not a hand more , Onely this Look ; the gods preserve , and save ye . ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Antigonus , Carynthus , Tymon . Ant. WHat have ye found her out ? Char. We hawe hearkned after her . Ant. What 's that to my desire ? Char. Your grace must give us time , and a little means . Ty. She is sure a stranger , if she were bred or known here — Ant. Your dull endeavours Enter Menippus . Should never be employ'd . Welcome Menippus . Men. I have found her Sir , I mean the place she is lodg'd in ; her name is Celia , And much a do I had to purchase that too . Ant. Dost think Demetrius loves her ? Men. Much I fear it , 〈◊〉 nothing that way yet can win for certaine . I 'll tell your grace within this hour . Ant. A stranger ? Men. Without all doubt . Ant. But how should he come to her ? Men. There lies the 〈◊〉 of the matter hid yet . Ant. 〈◊〉 thou been with thy wife ? 〈◊〉 . No Sir , I am going to her . Ant. Go and dispatch , and meet me in the Garden , And get all out ye can . Exit . Men. I 'll do my best Sir. Exit . Tym. Blest be thy wife , thou wert an arrant Asse else . Char. I , she is a stirring woman indeed : there 's a brain , brother . Tym. There 's not a handsome wench of any mettle within an hundred miles , but her intelligence reaches her , and out-reaches her , and brings her as considently to Court , as to a sanctuary : What had his mouldy brains ever arriv'd at , had not she beaten it out o th' Flint to fasten him ? They say she keeps an office of Concealements : there is no young wench , let her be a Saint , Unless she live i th' Center , but she finds her , and every way prepares addresses to her : if my wife would have followed her course Charintbus , her lucky course , I had the day before him : O what might I have been by this time , Brother ? But she ( forsooth ) when I put these things to her , these things of honest thrift , groans , O my conscience , the load upon my conscience , when to make us cuckolds , they have no more burthen then a brood-goose , brother ; but let 's do what we can , though this wench fail us , another of a now way will be lookt at : Come , let 's abroad , and beat our brains , time may for all his wisdome , yet give us a day . Exit . Seaene . 2. Drum within , Allarme . Enter Demetrius and Leoentius . Dem. I will not see 'em fall thus , give me way , Sir , I shall forget you love me else . Leo. Will ye lose all ? For me to be forgotten , to be hated , Nay never to have been a Man , is nothing , So you , and those we have preserv'd from slaughter Come safely off . Dem. I have lost my self . Leo. You are cozn'd . Dem. 〈◊〉 am most miserable . Leo. There 's no Man so , but he that makes himself so . Dem. I will go . Leo. You must not : I shall tell you then , And tell you true , that Man 's unsit to govern , That cannot guide himself : You lead an Army ? That have not so much Manly suff'rance left ye , To bear a Loss ? Dem. Charge but once more Leonitus , My Friends and my Companions are engag'd all . Leo. Nay give 'em lost , I saw 'em off their Horses , And the Enemy Master of their Armes ; nor could then , The policy , nor strenth of Man redeem 'em Dem. And shall I know this , and stand fooling ? Leo. By my dead Father's Soul you stir not , Sir , Or if you do , you make your way through me first . Dem. Thou art a Coward . Leo. To prevent a Madman . None but your Father's Son , durst call me so , ' Death if he did — Must I be scandal'd by ye , That hedg'd in all the helps I had to save ye ? That , where there was a valiant weapon stirring , Both search'd it out , and singl'd it , unedg'd it , For fear it should bite you , Am I a Coward ? Go , get ye up , and tell 'em ye are the King's Son ; Hang all your Ladies Favours on your Crest , And let them fight their shares ; spurre to destruction , You cannot miss the way : be bravely desperate , And your young friends before ye , that lost this battel , Your honourable friends , that knew no order , Cry out , Antigonus , the old Antigonus , The wise and fortunate Antigonus , The great , the valiant , and the fear'd Antigonus , Has sent a desperate son , without discretion To bury in an hour his age of honour . Dem. I am ashamed . Leo. 'T is ten to one , I dye with ye : The coward will not long be after ye ; I scorn to say I saw ye fall , sigh for ye , And tell a whining tale , some ten years after To boys and girles in an old chimney corner , Of what a Prince we had , how bravely spirited ; How young and fair he fell : wee 'll all go with ye , And ye shall see us all , like sacrifices In our best trim , 〈◊〉 up the mouth of ruine ? Will this faith satisfie your folly ? Can this show ye 'T is not to die we fear , but to die poorly , To fall , forgotten , in a Multitude ? If you will needs tempt Fortune now she has held ye , Held ye from sinking up . Dem. Pray do not kill me , These words pierce deeper then the wounds I suffer , The smarting wounds of loss . Leo. Ye are too tender ; Fortune has houres of loss , and houres of honour , And the most valiant feel them both : take comfort , The next is ours , I have a Soul descries it : The angry Bull never goes back for breath , But when he meanes to arm his fury double . Let this day set , but not the Memory , And we shall find a time : How now Lieutenant ? Enter Lieutenant . Lieu. I know not : I am mall'd : we are bravely beaten , All our young Gallants lost . Leo. Thou art hurt . Lieu. I am pepper'd , I was i' th' midst of all : and bang'd of all hands : They made an Anvil of my Head , it rings yet ; never so thresh'd : Do you call this Fame ? I have fam'd it ; I have got Immortal fame , but I 'll no more on 't ; I 'll no such scratching Saint to serve hereafter ; O' my Conscience I was kill'd above Twenty 〈◊〉 , and yet I know not what a Devil 's in 't , I crawl'd away , and liv'd again still ; I am hurt plaguily , but now I have nothing neer so much pain Colonel , they have sliced me for that Malady . Dem. All the young Men lost ? Lieu. I am glad you are here : but they are all i' th' pound Sir , they 'l never ride o'r other Mens Corn again , I take it , such frisking , and such flaunting with their Feathers , and such careering with their Mistriss favours ; and here must he be pricking out for honour , and there got he a knock , and down goes Pilgarlick , commends his Soul to his She Saint , and Exit . Another spurs in there , cries , Make room Villaines , I am a Lord , scarce spoken , but with reverence a Rascal takes him o'r the Face , and fells him , there lies the Lord , the Lord be with him . Leo. Now Sir , Do you find this truth ? Dem. I would not . Lieu. Pox upon it , They have such tender Bodies too ; such Cullisses , That one good handsome blow breaks 'em in pieces . Leo. How stands the Enemy ? Lieu. Even cool enough too : for to say truth , he has been shrewdly heated , the Gentleman no doubt will fall to his Jewlips . Leo. He Marches not i'th'-tail on 's . Lieu. No , plague take him , he 'll kiss our Tailes as soon ; he looks upon us , as if he would say , If ye will turn again , Friends , we will belabour you a little better , and beat a little more care into your Coxcombs . Now shall we have damnable Ballads out against us , most wicked Madrigals : and ten to one , Collonel , Sung to such lowsie , lamentable Tunes . Leo. Thou art Merry , How e're the Game goes : good Sir be not troubled , A better day will draw this back again . Pray go , and cheer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and lead 'em 〈◊〉 , They are hot , and 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 . I 'll do any thing . Leo. 〈◊〉 , send one presentlie away To ' th' King , and let him know our state : and 〈◊〉 ye , be sure the messenger advise his Majesty to comfort up the Prince : he 's full of sadness . Lieu. When shall I get a Surgeon ? this hot weather , Unless I be well pepper'd , I shall stink Colonel . Leo. Go , I 'll prepare thee one . Lieu. If ye catch me then , Fighting again , I 'll eat hay with a horse . Exit . Scaene 3. Leucippe ( reading ) and two Maids at a Table writing . Leu. Have ye written to Merione ? 1. Ma. Yes , Madam . Leu. And let her understand the hopes she has If she come speedily — 1. Ma. All these are specified . Leu. And of the chaine is sent her , And the rich stuffe to make her shew more handsome here ? 1. Ma. All this is done , Madam . Leu. What have you dispatcht there ? 2. Ma. A letter to the Countrey maid , and 't please ye . Leu. A pretty girle , but peevish , plaguy peevish : Have ye bought the embordyered gloves , and that purse for her , And the new Curle ? 2. Ma. They are ready packt up Madam . Leu. Her maiden-head will yield me , let me see now , She is not fifteen they say : for her complexion — Cloe , Cloe , Cloe , here , I have her , Cloe , the Daughter of a Countrey gentleman ; Her age upon fifteen : now her complexion , a lovely brown ; here 't is ; eyes black and rolling , The body neatly built : she strikes a Lute well , sings most inticingly : these helps consider'd , Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred , or three hundred and fifty crowns ; 't will bear it handsomly . Her father's poor , some little share deducted , to buy him a hunting Nag : I , 't will be pretty : Who takes care of the Merchants wife . 1. Ma. I have wrought her . Len. You know for whom she is ? 1. Ma. Very well , Madam , though very much ado , I had to make her apprehend that happiness . Leu. These kind are subtile : Did she not cry and blubber when ye urg'd her . 1. Ma. O most extremly , and swore she would rather perish . Leu. Good signs , very good signs , symptoms of easie nature . Had she the plate ? 1. Ma. She lookt upon 't , and left it , and turn'd again and view'd it . Leu. Very well still . 1. Ma. At length she was content to let it lye there . Till I call'd for 't , or so . Leu. She will come ? 1. Ma. Do you take me For such a fool , I would part without that promise ? Leu. The Chambers next the park . 2. Ma. The Window Madam , you bad me look upon . Leu. Hang her , she is musty : She is no Mans meat ; besides , she is poor and sluttish : Where lies old 〈◊〉 now , you are so long now — 2 Ma. Thisbe , Thisbe , This. Agent Thisbe , O I have her , She lies now in Nicopolis . Leu. Dispatch a Packet , and tell her , her Superiour here commands her , the next Month not to fail , but see deliver'd here to our use , some Twenty young and handsome , as also able Maids , for the Court service , as she will answer it : we are out of beauty , Utterly out , and rub the time away here , With such blown stuff , I am asham'd to send it . [ Knock within . ] Who 's that ? look out , to your business maid , there 's nothing got by idleness : There is a Lady , Which if I can but buckle with , Altea , A , A , A , A , Altea , young , and married , and a great lover of her husband , well , not to be brought to Court : say ye so ? I am sorry , the Court shall be brought to you then : how now , who is 't ? 1. Maid . An ancient Woman , with a Maid attending , a pretty Girle , but out of Cloathes ; for a little Money , it seems she would put her to your bringing up , Madam , Enter Woman and Phebe . Leu. Let her come in . Would ye ought with us , good Woman ? I pray be short , we are full of Business . Wom. I have a tender Girle here , and please your Honour . Leu. Very well . Wom. That hath a great desire to serve your Worship . Leu. It may be so ; I am full of Maids . Wom. She is young , forsooth — And for her Truth ; and as they say her bearing . Leu. Ye say well : come ye hither , Maid , let me feel your Pulse , 't is somewhat weak but Nature will grow stronger ; let me see your Leg , she treads but low i th' Pasterns . Wom. A Cork heel , Madam . Leu. We know what will do it , without your aim , good Woman : What do you pitch her at ? she 's but a slight Toy — cannot hold out long . Wom. Even what you think is meet . Leu. Give her Ten Crowns , we are full of business , she is a poor Woman , let her take a Cheese home : Enter the Wench in the Office. Exit Woman and 1 Maid . 2. Maid . What 's your Name , Sister ? Phe. Phebe , for sooth . Leu. A pretty Name ; 't will do well : Go in , and let the other Maid instruct ye Phebe ; Exit Phebe . Let my old Velvet Skirt be made sit for her , I 'll put her into action for a Wastcoat , and when I have rigg'd her up once , this small Pinnace shall sail for Gold , and good store too : Who 's there ? [ Knocks within . ] Lord , shall we never have any case in this World ? still troubled ? still molested ? What would you have ? I cannot furnish ye faster then I am able . [ Enter Menippe . And ye were my Husband a Thousand times , I cannot do it ; at least a dozen Poasts are gone this Morning for several parts of the Kingdom : I can do no more but pay 'em , and instruct ' em . 〈◊〉 . Prethee , good sweet heart , I come not to disturb thee , nor discourage thee , I know thou labour'st truly : hark in thine ear . Leu. Ha ? What do you make so dainty on 't ? look there , I am an Ass , I can do nothing . Men. Celia ? I , this is she ; a stranger born . Leu. What would you give for more now ? Men. Prithee , my best Leucippe , ther 's much hangs on 't , lodg'd at the end of Marse's street ? that 's true too ; at the sack of such a Town , by such a Souldier preserv'd a prisoner : and by Prince Demetrius bought from that man again , maintain'd , and favourd : How came you by this knowledge ? Leu. Poor weak man , I have a thousand eyes , when thou art sleeping , abroad , and full of business . Men. You never tri'd her ; Leu. No , she is beyond my level ; so hedg'd in by the Princes insinite love , and favour to her — Men. She is a handsome wench . Leu. A delicate , and knows it ; and out of that proof arms her self . Men. Come in then ; I have a great design from the King to you , and you must work like wax now . Leu. On this Lady ; Men. On this , and all your wits call home . Leu. I have done Toyes in my time of some note ; old as I am , I think my brains will work without barme , take up the Books . Exit . Scaene . 4. Enter Antigonus , Tymon , Lords , and a Souldier . Ant. No face of sorrow for this loss ? 't will choak him , Nor no man miss a friend , I know his nature So deep imprest with grief , for what he has suffer'd , That the least adding to it , adds to his ruin ; His loss is not so insinite , I hope Souldier . Soul. Faith neither great , nor out of discretion , the young men out of heat . Enter Demetrius , 〈◊〉 , and Lieutenant . Ant. I guess the manner . 〈◊〉 Men. The Prince and 't like your Grace — s. Ant. You are welcome home Sir ; Come , no more sorrow , I have heard your fortune , And I my self have trid the like : clear up man , I will not have ye take it thus if I doubted . Your fear had lost ; and that you had turn'd your back to 'em , Basely besought their mercies — Leo. No , no , by this hand Sir , We fought like honest and tall men . Ant. I know 't Leontius ; or if I thought Neglect of rule , having his counsel with ye , Or too vain-glorious appetite of fame , Your men forgot , and scatter'd — Leo. None of these Sir , He shew'd himself a noble gentleman , Every way apt to rule . Ant. These being granted ; Why should you think you have done an act so hainous , That nought but discontent dwells round about ye ? I have lost a Battel . Leo. I , and fought it hard too . Ant. With as much means as Man — Leo. Or Devil could urge it . Ant. Twenty to one of our side now . Leo. Turn Tables , Beaten like Dogs again , like Owles , you take it To heart for flying but a Mile before 'em , And to say truth , 't was no flight neither Sir , 'T was but a walk , a handsome walk , I have tumbl'd with this old Body , beaten like a Stock-fish , And stuck with Arrows , like an arming Quiver , Blouded and bang'd , almost a day before 'em , And glad I have got off then . Here 's a Mad Shaver , He sights his share I am sure , when e're he comes to 't ; Yet I have seen him trip it titely too , And cry , the Devil take the hindmost . Lieu. I learn'd it of my betters . Leo. Budge at this ? Ant. Has Fortune but one Face ; Lieu. In her best Vizard , methinks she looks but Lowzily . Ant. Chance , though she faint now , And sink below our expectations , Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her ? Dem. 'T is not this day , I sled before the Enemy , And lost my People , left mine honour murder'd , My Mayden honour , never to be ransom'd , ( Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible ) Afflicts me with this sadness ; most of these , Time may turn straight again , experience perfect , And new Swords , cut new ways to nobler Fortunes . O have lost — Ant. As you are mine forget it : I do not think it loss . Demet. O Sir , forgive me , I have lost my Friends , those worthy Soules bred with me , I have lost my self , they were the pieces of me ; I have lost all Arts , my Schooles are taken from me , Honour and Armes , no emulation left me : I liv'd to see these Men lost , look'd upon it : These Men that twin'd their loves to mine , their 〈◊〉 , O shame of shames , I saw , and could not save 'em , This carries Sulphure in 't , this burnes and boyles me , And like a fatal Tombe bestrides my Memory . Antig. This was hard fortune , but if alive and taken , They shall be ransom'd ; let it be at Millions . Dem. They are dead , they are dead . Lieu. When would he weep for me thus ? I may be dead , and Powder'd . Leo. Good Prince , grieve not : we are not certain of their Deaths : the Enemy , though he be hot and keen , yet holds good Quarter . What Noise is this ? Great Shout within , Enter Gentlemen . Lieu. He does not follow us ? Give me a Steeple top . Leo. They live , they live , Sir. Ant. Hold up your Manly Face ; They live , they 'r here Son. Dem. These are the Men. 1 Gent. They are , and live to honour ye . Dem. How scap't ye , noble Friends ? methought I saw ye Even in the jaws of Death . 2 Gent. Thanks to our folly , That spurr'd us on ; we were indeed hedg'd round in 't , And ev'n beyond the hand of succour beaten , Unhors'd , disarm'd : and what we lookt for then Sir , Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell Toll , And see the Grave a digging , tell . Dem. For Heaven sake Delude mine eyes no longer : How came ye off ? 1 Gent. Against all expectation : the brave 〈◊〉 , I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue , When , through the Troops , he saw you shoot like Lightning ; And at your Manly Courage all took sire , And after that , the Misery we fell too , The never-certain fate of War considering , As we stood all before him , Fortunes ruines , Nothing but Death expecting , a short time He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes , Then with an eye of Mercy inform'd his judgment , How yet unripe we were , unblown , unharden'd , Unsitted for such fatal ends ; he cry'd out to us , Go , Gentlemen , commend me to your Master , To the most high , and Powerful Prince 〈◊〉 , Tell him , the 〈◊〉 he showed against me This day , the Virgin-valour , and true sire Deserves , even from an Enemy , this Courtesie ; Your Lives and Armes freely I 'll give 'em : than him , And thus we are return'd , Sir. Leo. Faith 't was well done ; 'T was bravely done ; Was 't not a noble part , Sir ? Lieu. Had I been there , up had I gone , I am sure on 't ; These noble tricks , I never durst trust 'em yet . Leo. Let me not live , and wer 't not a famed honesty , It takes me such a tickling way : now would I wish Heaven , But ee'n the happiness , ee'n that poor Blessing , For all the sharp 〈◊〉 thou hast sent me , But ee'n i' th' head o' th' Field to take Seleucus . I should do somewhat memorable : 〈◊〉 , sad still . 1 Gent , Do you grieve we are come off ? Dem. Unransom'd was it ? 2 Gent. It was Sir. Dem. And with such a fame to me ? Said ye not so ? Leo. Ye have heard it . Dem. O Leonitus , Better I had lost 'em all : my self had perish'd And all my Father's hopes . Leo. Mercy upon ye , What ayle ye , Sir ? ' Death , do not make sools 〈◊〉 , Neither go to Chuech , nor tarry at home , That 's a 〈◊〉 Horn-pipe ? Ant. What 's now your Grief , Demetrius ? Dem. Did he not beat us twice ? Leo. He beat a Pudding ; Beat us but once . Dem. ' Has beat me twice , and beat me to a Coward , Beat me to nothing . Lieu. Is not the Devil in him ? Leo. I pray it be not worse . Dem. Twice conquer'd me . Leo. Bear Witness all the World , I am a 〈◊〉 here . Dem. With valour 〈◊〉 he strook me , then with honour : That stroak Leontius , that stroak , do'st thou not feel it ? Leo. Where abouts was it ? for I remember nothing yet . Dem. All these Gentlemen that were his Prisoners — Leo. He set 'em free , Sir , with Armes and Honour . Dem. There , there , now thou hast it At mine own Weapon , Courtesie , h 'as beaten me , At that I was held a Master in , he has cow'd me , Hotter then all the dint o th' sight he has charg'd me : Am I not now a wretched Fellow ? think on 't ; And when thou hast examin'd all ways honourable , And find'st no door left open to requite this , Conclude I am a Wretch , and was twice beaten . Ant. I have observ'd your way , and understand if , And equal love it as 〈◊〉 , My noble Childe , thou shalt not fall in Vertue , I and my Power will sink first : you Leontius , Wait for a new Commission , ye shall out again , And instantly : you shall not lodge this night here , Not see a friend , nor take a blessing with ye , Before ye be i' th' field : the enemy is up still , And still in full design : Charge him again , Son , And either bring home that again thou hast lost there , Or leave thy body by him . Dem. Ye raise me , And now I dare look up again , Leontius . Leo. I , I , Sir , I am thinking who we shall take of 'em , To make all straight ; and who we shall give to th' devil . What saist thou now Lieutenant ? Lieu. I say nothing . Lord what aile I , that I have no mind to sight now ? I find my constitution mightily alter'd Since I came home : I hate all noises too , Especially the noise of Drums ; I am now as well As any living man ; why not as valiant ? To fight now , is a kind of vomit to me , It goes against my stomach . Dem. Good Sir , presently ; You cannot do your Son , so fair a favour . Ant. 'T is my intent : I 'll see ye march away too ; Come , get your men together presently , Leontius , And press where please you , as you march . Leo. We go Sir. Ant. Wait you on me , I 'll bring ye to your command , And then to fortune give you up . Dem. Ye love me . Exit . Leo. Go , get the drums , beat round , Lieutenant . Lieu. Hark ye Sir , I have a foolish business they call marriage . Leo. After the wars are done . Lieu. The partie staies Sir , I have giv'n the Priest his money too : all my friends Sir , My father and my mother . Leo. Will you go forward ? Lieu. She brings a pretty matter with her . Leo. Half a dozen Bastards . Lieu. Some sorry Sir. Leo. A goodly 〈◊〉 . Lieu. I mean Sir , pounds a year ; I 'll dispatch the matter , 'T is but a night 〈◊〉 two ; I 'll overtake ye Sir. Leo. The 2 old legions , yes : where lies the horse-quarter ? Lieu. And if it be a boy , I 'll even make bold Sir. Leo. Away with your Whore , A plague o' your Whore , you damn'd rogue , Now ye are cur'd and well ; must ye be clicketing ? Lieu. I have broke my mind to my Ancient , in my absence , He 's a sufficient gentleman . Leo. Get forward . Lieu. Only receive her portion . Leo. Get ye forward ; Else I 'll bang ye forward . Lieu. Strang Sir , A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty To do the office of a man. Leo. Shame light on thee , How came this Whore into thy head ? Lieu. This Whore Sir ? 'T is strange , a poor whore . Leo. Do not answer me : Troop , Troop away : do not name this whore again , Or think there is a whore . Lieu. That 's very hard Sir. Leo. For if thou dost , look too 't , I 'll have thee guelded , I 'll walk ye out before me : not a word more . Exit . Scaene . 5. Enter Leucippe , and Governess . Leu. Ye are the Mistress of the house ye say , Where this young Lady lyes . Gov. For want of a better . Leu. You may be good enough for such a purpose : When was the Prince with her ? answer me directly . Gov. Not since he went a warring . Leu. Very well then : What 〈◊〉 copulation are you privie too Between these two ? be not afraid , we are women , And may talk thus amongst our selves , no harm in 't . Gov. No sure , there 's no harm in 't , I conceive that ; But truely , that I ever knew the gentlewoman Otherwise given , then a hopeful gentlewoman — Leu. You 'll grant me the Prince loves her ? Gov. There I am with ye . And the Gods bless her , promises her mightily . Leu. Stay there a while . And gives her gifts ? Gov. Extreamly ; And truely makes a very Saint of her . Leu. I should think now , ( Good woman let me have your judgement with me , I see 't is none of the worst : Come sit down by me ) That these two cannot love so tenderly — Gov. Being 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as they are too — Leu. You say well — But that methinks some further promises — Gov. Yes , yes , I have heard the Prince swear he would marry her . Leu. Very well still : they do not use to fall out ? Gov. The tenderest Chickens to one another , They cannot live an hour assunder . Leu. I have done then ; And be you gone ; you know your charge , and do it . You know whose will it is ; if you transgress it — That is , if any have access , or see her , Before the Kings will be fulfill'd — Gov. Not the Prince , Madam ? Leu. You 'll be hang'd if you do it , that I 'll assure ye . Gov. But ne're the less , I 'll make bold to obey ye . Leu. Away , and to your business then . Gov. 'T is done , Madam . exeunt ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Antigonus and Menippus . Ant. THou hast taken wondrous pains ; but yet 〈◊〉 , You understood not of what blood , and 〈◊〉 . Men. I labour'd that , but cannot come to know it . A Greek I am sure she is , she speaks this Language . Ant. Is she so excellent handsome ? Men. Most inticing . Ant. Sold for a prisoner ? Men. Yes Sir , Some poor creature . Ant. And he loves tenderly ? Men. They say extreamly . Ant. 'T is well prevented then yes , I perceiy'd it : When he took leave now , he made a hundred stops , Desir'd an hour , but half an hour , a minute , Which I with anger cross'd ; I knew his business , I knew 't was she he hunted on ; this journey , man , I beat out suddenly for her cause intended , And would not give him time to breath . When comes she ? Men. This morning Sir. Ant. Lodge her to all delight then : For I would have her tri'd toth'test : I know she must be some crackt Coyn , not sit his Traffique ; which , when we have found , the shame will make him leave her , or we shall work a nearer way , I 'll bury him , and with him all the hopes I have cast upon him , ere he shall dig his own Grave in that Woman : you know which way to bring her : I 'll stand close there , to view her as she passes : And do you hear Menippus , observe her with all sweetness : humour her , 't will make her lie more careless to our purposes . Away , and take what helpes you please . Men. I am gone Sir. Exeunt . Seaene 2. Enter Celia , and Governess . Cel. Governess , From whom was this Gown sent me ; Prithee be serious true ; I will not wear 't else : 'T is a handsome one . Gov. As though you know not ? Cel. No Faith : But I believe for certain too , yet I wonder , because it was his caution , this poor way , still to preserve me from the curious searchings of greedy eyes . Gov. You have it : Does it please you ? Cel. 'T is very rich methinks too , prithee tell me — Gov. From one that likes you well , never look coy , Lady ; These are no gifts , to be put off with poutings . Cel. Powtings , and Gifts ? Is it from any stranger ? Gov. You are so curious , that there is no talking to ye . What if it be I pray ye ? Cel. Unpin good Governess , Quick , quick . Gov. Why what 's the matter ? Cel. Quick , good Governess : Fie on 't , How beastly it becomes me ? poorly ? A trick put upon me ? well said Governess : I vow I would not wear it — out , it smells musty . Are these your tricks ? now I begin to smell it abominable musty ; Will ye help me ? The Prince will come again — Gov. You are not Mad sure ? Cel. As I live Ill ' cut it off : a Pox upon it ; for sure it was made for that use ; Do you bring me Livories ? Stales to catch Kites ? Dost thou Laugh too , thou base Woman ? Gov. I cannot chuse , if I should be hang'd . Cel. Abuse me , and then Laugh at me too ? Gov. I do not abuse ye : Is it abuse to give him Drink that 's Thirsty ? You want Clothes ; Is it such a heinous sin I beseech ye , to see you stor'd ? Cel. There is no greater wickedness then this way . Gov. What way ? Cel. I shall Curse thee fearfully , if thou provok'st me further : and take heed , Woman ; my 〈◊〉 never miss . Gov. Curse him that sent it . Cel. Tell but his Name — Gov. You dare not Curse him , Cel. Dare not I ? By this fair light — Gov. You are so full of Passion — Cel. Dare not be good ? Be honest ? Dare not Curse him ? Gov. I think you dare not : I believe so . Cel. Speak him . Gov. Up with your Valour then , up with it bravely , and take your full charge . Cel. If I do not , hang me ; tell but his Name . Gov. 'T was Prince Demetrius sent it : Now , now , give sire , kill him i th' eye now Lady . Cel. Is he come home ? Gov. It seems so ; but your Curse now . Cel. You do not lie , I hope . Gov. You dare not Curse him . Cel. Prithee do not abuse me : Is he come home indeed ? For I would now with all my heart believe thee . Gov. Nay , you may chuse : alas , I deal for Strangers , that send ye scurvy Musty Gowns , stale Livories : I have my Tricks . Cel. 'T is a good Gown , a handsome one ; I did but jest ; Where is he ? Gov. He that sent it — Cel. How ? he that sent it ? Is 't come to that again ? thou canst not be so foolish prithee speak out , I may mistake thee . Gov. I said he that sent it . Cel. Curse o' my life : Why dost thou vex me thus ? I know thou meanst Demetrius , dost thou not ? I charge thee speak truth : if it be any other , thou knowst the charge he gave thee , and the justice his anger will inflict , if e're he know this , as know he shall , he shall , thou spiteful Woman , thou beastly Woman ; and thou shalt know to late too , and feel too sensible , I am no Ward , no Sale-stuff for your Money-Merchants that sent it ? Who dare send me , or how durst thou , thou — Gov. What you please : for this is ever the reward of service . The Prince will bring the next himself . Cel. 'T is strange that you should deal so peevishly : beshrew ye , you have put me in a heat . Gov. I am sure ye have kill'd me : I ne're receiv'd such language : I can but wait upon ye , and be your drudge ; keep a poor life to serve ye . Cel. You know my nature is too easie , Governess , And you know now , I am sorry too : how does he ? Gov. O God , my head . Cel. Prethee be well , and tell me , did he speak of me , since he came ? nay , see now , if thou wilt leave this tyranny ? good sweet governess : did he but name his Celia ? look upon me , upon my faith I meant no harm : here , take this , and buy thy self some trifles : did a good Girle ? Gov. He loves ye but too dearly . Cel. That 's my good Governess . Gov. There 's more cloathes making for ye . Cel. More cloathes ? Gov. More : richer and braver ; I can tell ye that news ; And twenty glorious things . Cel. To what use ? Gov. Ye are too good for our house now : we poor wretches Shall lose the comfort of ye . Cel. No , I hope not . Gov. For ever lose ye Lady . Cel. Lose me ? wherefore ? I hear of no such thing . Gov. 'T is sure it must be so : you must shine now at Court : such preparation , such hurry , and such hanging rooms — Cel. Toth ' Court wench ? Was it toth ' Court thou saidst ? Gov. You 'll find it so . Cel. Stay , stay , this cannot be . Gov. I say it must be : I hope to find ye still the same good Lady . Cel. Toth ' Court ? this stumbles me : art sure for me , wench , this preperation is ? Gov. She is perilous crafty : I fear too honest for us all too . Am I sure I live ? Cel. Toth ' Court ? this cannot down : what should I do there ? why should he on a sudden change his mind thus , and not make me acquainted ? sure he loves me ; his vow was made against it , and mine with him : At least while this King liv'd : he will come hither , and see me ere I go ? Gov. Wou'd some wise woman had her in working : that I think he will not , because he means with all joy there to meet ye . Ye shall hear more within this hour ? Cel. A Courtier ? what may the meaning be ? sure he will see me if he be come , he must : Hark ye Governess , what age is the King of ? Gov. He 's an old man , and full of business . Cel. I fear too full indeed : what Ladies are there ? I would be loath to want good company . Gov. Delicate young Ladies , as you would desire ; And when you are acquainted , the best company . Cel. 'T is very well : prethee go in , let 's talk more . For though I fear a trick , I 'll bravely try it . [ Aside . ] Gov. I see he must be cunning , knoks this 〈◊〉 down Exeunt . Scaene 3. Enter Lieutenant , and Leontius . Drums within . Leo. You shall not have your will , sirrah , are ye running ? Have ye gotten a toy in your heels ? Is this a season , When honour pricks ye on , to prick your 〈◊〉 up After your Whore , your Hobby-Horse ? Lieu. Why look ye now : What a strange Man are you ? Would you have a Man fight at all houres all alike . Leo. Do but fight something ; but half a blow , and put thy Stomach to 't : turn but thy face , and do but make Mouthes at ' em . Lieu. And have my Teeth knockt out ; I thank ye heartily , ye are my dear Friend . Leo. What a Devil ails thee ? Dost long to be hang'd ? Lieu. Faith , Sir , I make no suit for 't : but rather then I would live thus out of Charity , continually in brawling — Leo. Art thou not he ? I may be cozn'd — Lieu. I shall be discover'd . Leo. That in the midst of thy most hellish pains , when thou wert crawling sick , didst aim at wonders , when thou wert mad with pain ? Lieu Ye have found the cause out ; I had ne're been mad to sight else : I confess , Sir , the daily torture of my side that vext me , made me as daily careless what became of me , till a kind Sword there wounded me , and eas'd me ; 't was nothing in my valour fought ; I am well now , and take some pleasure in my life : methinks now it shews as mad a thing to me to see you 〈◊〉 , and kill one another foolishly for Honour , as 't was to you , to see me play the Coxcombe . Leo. And wilt thou ne're fight more ? Lieu. i th' mind I am in . Leo. Nor never be sick again ? Lieu. I hope I shall not . Leo. Prethee be sick again ; prethee , I beseech thee , Be just so sick again . Lieu. I 'll just be hang'd first . Leo. If all the Arts that are can make a Collick , therefore look to 't : or if imposthumes , mark me , as big as foot-balls — Lieu. Deliver me . Leo. Or stones of ten pound weight i' th' kidneys through 〈◊〉 and ugly dyets may be gather'd ; I 'll feed ye up my self Sir , I 'll prepare ye , you cannot sight , unless the devil tear ye , you shall not want provocations , I 'll 〈◊〉 ye , I 'll have thee have the tooth-ach , and the head-ach . Lieu. Good Collonel , I 'll do any thing . Leo. No , no , nothing — then will I have thee blown with a pair of Smiths bellowes , because ye shall be sure to have a round gale with ye , sil'd full of oyle , o' devil , and 〈◊〉 fortis , and let these work , these may provok . Lieu. Good Colonel . Leo. A coward in full blood ; 〈◊〉 be plain with me , Will Roasting do thee any good ? Lieu. Nor Basting neither , Sir. Leo. Marry that goes hard . Enter I Gent. I Gent. Where are you Colonel The Prince expects ye Sir ; has hedg'd the Enemy within a straight , where all the hopes and valours of all Men living cannot force a passage , he has 'em now . Leo. I knew all this before Sir , I chalk'd him out his way : But do you see that thing there ; Lieu. Nay , good sweet Colonel 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a little . Leo. That thing ? 1 Gent. What thing ? I see the brave Lieutenant . Leo. Rogue , What a Name hast thou lost ? Lieu. You may help it ; yet you may help it : I 'll do ye any Courtesie : I know you love a Wench well . 〈◊〉 2 Gent. Leo. Look upon him ; Do you look too . 2 Gent. What should I look on ? I come to tell ye , the Prince stays your Direction , We have 'em now i th' Coop , Sir. Leo. Let 'em rest there , And chew upon their Miseries : but look first — Lieu. I cannot sight for all this . Leo. Look on this Fellow . 2 Gent. I know him ; 't is the valiant brave Lieutenant . Leo. Can'st thou hear this , and play the Rogue , steal off quickly , Behind me quickly , neatly do it , And rush into the thickest of the Enemy , And if thou kill'st but two . Lieu. You may excuse me , 't is not my fault : I dare not sight . Leo. Be rul'd yet , I 'll beat thee on ; go wink and sight : A plague upon your sheeps heart . 2. Gent. What 's all this matter ? 1. Gent. Nay I cannot shew ye . Leo. Here 's Twenty pound , go but smell to ' em . Lieu. Alas Sir , I have taken such a cold , I can smell nothing . Leo. I can smell a Rascal , a rank Rascall : Fye , how he stinks , stinks like a tyred Jade . 2 Gent. What Sir ? Leo. Why , that Sir , Do not you smell him ? 2 Gent. Smell him ? Lieu. I must endure . Leo. Stinks like a dead Dog , Carrion — There 's no such damnable smell under Heaven , as the faint sweat of a Coward : Will ye sight yet ? Lieu. Nay , now I desie ye ; ye have spoke the 〈◊〉 ye can of me , and if 〈◊〉 Man should take what you say to the heart — Leo. God a mercy , God a mercy with all my heart ; here I forgive thee ; and fight , or fight not , do but go along with us , and keep my Dog. 〈◊〉 I love a good Dog naturally . 〈◊〉 Gent. What 's all this stir , Lieutenant ? Lieu. Nothing , Sir , but a slight matter of Argument . Leo. ' Pox take thee . Sure I shall love this Rogue , he 's so pretty a Coward : Come , Gentlemen , let 's up now , and if fortune dare play the Slut again , I 'll never more Saint her ; Come , Play-fellow , come , prithee come up ; come Chicken , I have a way shall sit yet : A tame knave — Come , look upon us . Lieu. I 'll tell ye who does best Boyes . [ Exeunt . Scaene 4. Enter Antigonus , and Menippus above . Men. I saw her coming out . Ant. Who waits 〈◊〉 her ? Men. Tymon , Charinthus , and some other Gentlemen By me appointed . Ant. Where 's your Wife ; Men. Shee 's ready to entertain her here Sir ; and some Ladies fit for her Lodgings . Ant. How shews she in her trim now ? Men. Oh most divinely sweet . Ant. Prithee speak softly , How does she take her comming ? Men. She bears it bravely ; but what she thinks — For Heaven's sake Sir preserve me — If the Prince chance to sind this . Ant. Peace ye Old Fool ; She thinks to meet him here . Men. That 's all the Project . Ant. Was she hard to bring ; 〈◊〉 . No , she believ'd it quickly , and quickly made her self sit , the Gown a little , and those new things she has not been acquainted with , at least in this place , where she liv'd a Prisoner , troubled and stirr'd her Mind : But believe me , Sir , she has worn as good , they sit so apted to her ; and she is so great a Mistriss of disposure : Here they come now : but take a full view of 〈◊〉 . Enter Celia , Tymon , Charinthus , and Gent. Ant. How cheerfully she looks ? How she 〈◊〉 all ? And how she views the place ? she is very young sure : That was an admirable Smile , a catching one , The very twang of Cupids Bow Sung to it : She has two-edg'd eyes , they kill o'both sides . Men. She makes a stand , as though she would speak . Ant. Be still then . Cel. Good Gentlemen , trouble your selves no further , I had thought sure to have met a noble Friend here . Tym. Ye may meet many Lady . Cel. Such as you are I covet few or none , Sir. Char. VVill you walk this way , And take the sweets o th' Garden ? cool and close , Lady . Cel. Methinks this open Air 's far better , tend ye that way . Pray where 's the Woman came along ? Char. What Woman ? Cel. The Woman of the House I lay at . Tym. Woman ; Here was none came along sure . Cel. Sure I am 〈◊〉 then : Pray where 's the Prince ? Char. He will not be long from ye , we are his humble servants . Cel. I could Laugh now , to see how finely I am cozn'd : yet I fear not , for sure I know a way to scape all dangers . Tym. Madam , your Lodgings lye this way . Cel. My Lodgings ? for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sir , what office do I bear here ? Tym. The great commander of 〈◊〉 hearts . Cel. You have hit it . I thank your sweet-heart for it . Who are these now ? Enter I 〈◊〉 and Ladies . Char. Ladies that come to serve ye . Cel. Well consider'd , are you my servants ? Lady . Servants to your pleasures . Cel. I dare believe ye , but I dare not trust ye : catch'd with a trick ? well , I must bear it patiently : methinks this Court 's a neat place : all the people of such resin'd a size — Tym. This is no poor rogue . Leu. Were it a Paradice to please your fancy , And entertain the sweetness you bring with ye ; Cel. Take breath ; you are fat and many words may melt ye , this is three Bawds beaten into one ; bless me heaven , what shall become of me ? I am 〈◊〉 pitfal : o' my conscience , this is the old viper , and all these little ones creep every night into her belly ; do you hear plump servant , and my little sucking Ladies , you must teach me , for I know you are excellent at carriage , how to behave my self , for I am rude yet , but you say the Prince will come ? Lady . Will flie to see you . Cel. For look you if a great man , say the King now should come and visit me ? Men. She names ye . Ant. Peace fool . Cel. And offer me a kindness , such a kindness . Leu. I , such a kindness . Cel. True Lady such a kindness , what shall that kindness be now ? Leu. A witty Lady , learn little ones , learn. Cel. Say it be all his favour . Leu. And a sweet saying 't is Cel. And I grow peevish ? Leu. You must not be neglectful . Cel. There 's the matter , there 's the main doctrin now , and I may miss it ; Or a kind hansome Gentleman ? Leu. You say well . Cel. They 'l count us basely bred . Leu. Not freely nurtur'd . Cel. I 'll take thy counsel . Leu. 'T is an excellent woman . Cel. I find a notable volume here , a learned one ; which way ? for I would fain be in my chamber ; in truth sweet Ladies , I grow weary ; sie , how hot the air beats on me ? Lady . This way Madam ? Cel. Now by mine honour , I grow wondrons faint too . Leu. Your fans sweet Gentlewomen , your fans . Cel. Since I am foold , [ 〈◊〉 . ] I 'll make my self some sport , though I pay dear for 't , Exit . Men. You see now what a manner of woman she is Sir. Ant. Thou art an asse . Men. Is this a fit love for the Prince ? Ant. A coxcombe : Now by my crown a dainty wench , a sharp wench , And a matchless spirit : how she Jeer'd ' em ? How carelesly she scoff'd ' em ? use her nobly ; I would I had not seen her : wait anon , And then you shall have more to trade upon . Exeunt . Scaene 5. Enter Leontius , and the 2 Gentlemen . Leo. We must keep a round , and a strong watch to night , the Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning : but for the trick I told ye for this rascal , this rogue , that health and strong heart makes a coward . 1 Gent. I , if it take . Leo. Ne're fear it , the Prince has it , and if he let it fall , I must not know it ; he will suspect me presently : but you two may help the plough . 2 Gent. That he is sick again — Leo. Extreamly sick : his disease grown incurable . Never yet found , nor touch'd at . Enter Lieutenant . 2 Gent. Well , we have it And here he comes . Leo. The Prince has been upon him , what a flatten face he has now ? It takes believe it ; how like an asse he looks ? 〈◊〉 . I feel no great pain , at least , I think I do not ; yet I feel sensibly I grow extreamely faint : how cold I sweat now ? Leo. So , so , so . Lieu. And now 't is ev'n too true , I feel a pricking , a pricking , a strang pricking : how it tingles ? and as it were a slitch too : the Prince told me , and every one cri'd out I was a dead man ; I had thought I had been as well — Leo. Upon him now Boyes , and do it most demurely . 1 Gent. How now Lieutenant ? Lieu. I thank ye Gentlemen . 1 Gent. ' Life , how looks this Man ? How dost thou good Lieutenant ? 2 Gent. I ever told ye , This Man was never Cur'd , I see it too plain now ; How do you feel your self ? you look not perfect : How dull his eyes hangs ? 1 Gent. That may be discontent . 2 Gent. Believe me Friend , I would not suffer now the tithe of those paines this Man feels ; mark his Forehead ; What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon 't ? Lieu. I have it , again I have it ; How it grows upon me ? a miserable Man I am . Leo. Ha , ha , ha , A miserable Man thou shalt be ; this is the tamest Trout I ever tickell'd . [ Aside . Enter 2 Physitians . 1 Phi. This way he went. 2 Phi. Pray heaven we find him living , He 's a brave Fellow , 't is pitty he should perish thus . 1 Phi. A strong hearted man , and of a notable sufferance . Lieu. Oh , oh . 1 Gent. How now ? how is it man ? Lieu. Oh Gentlemen , Never so sull of pain . 2 Gent. Did I not tell ye ? Lieu. Never so full of pain Gentlemen . 1 Phi. He is here ; How do you Sir ? 2 Phi. Be of good comfort Souldier , The Prince has sent us to you . Lieu. Do you think I may live ? 2 Phi. He alters hourely , strangely . 1 Phi. Yes you 〈◊〉 live : but — Leo. Finely butted Doctor . 1 Gent. Do not discourage him . 1 Phi. He must be told truth , 'T is now too late to trifle . Enter Dem. and Gent. 2 Gent. Here the Prince comes . Dem. How now Gentlemen ? 2 Gent. Bewailing Sir a Souldier , And one I think , your Grace will grieve to part with , But every living thing — Dem. 'T is true , must perish , Our lives are but our Martches to our Graves , How dost thou now Lieutenant ? Lieu. Faith 't is true Sir , we are but spans , and candles ends . Leo. He 's finely mortified . Dem. Thou art heart whole yet ; I see he alters strangely , and that apace too ; I saw it this morning in him , when he poor Man I dare swear — Lieu. No beleev 't , Sir , I never felt it . Dem. Here lies the pain now : How he is swell'd ? 1 Phi. The Imposthume , fed with a new malignant Humour now , will grow to such a bigness , 't is incredible , the compass of a Bushel will not hold it , and with such a Hell of torture it will rise too — Dem. Can you endure me touch it ? Lieu. Oh , I beseech you Sir : I feel you sensibly e're you come near me . Dem. He is finely wrought , he must be cut , no cure else , And suddenly , you see how fast he blowes out . Lieu. Good Master Doctor , let me be beholding to you , I feel I cannot last . 2 Phi. For what Lieutenant ? Lieu. But ev'n for half a dozen Cans of good Wine , That I may drink my Will out : I faint hideously . Dem. Fetch him some Wine ; and since he must go Gentlemen . Why let him take his journey Merrily . Enter Servant with Wine . Lieu. That 's ev'n the nearest way . Leo. I could Laugh dead now . Dem. Here , off with that . Lieu. These two I give your Grace , a poor remembrance of a dying Man Sir , and I beseech you wear 'em out , Dem. I will Souldier , these are fine Legacies . Lieu. Among the Gentlemen , even all I have left ; I am a poor Man , naked , yet something for remembrance : four a peece , Gentlemen , and so my Body where you please . Leo. It will work . Lieu. I make your Grace my Executor , and I beseech ye See my poor Will fulfill'd : sure I shall walk else . Dem. As full as they can be fill'd , here 's my hand , Souldier . 1 Gent. The Wine will tickle him . Lieu. I would hear a Drum beat , but to see how I could endure it . Dem. Beat a Drum there . [ Drum within . Lieu. O Heavenly Musick , I would hear one Sing to 't , I am very full of pain . Dem. Sing ? 't is impossible . Lieu. Why , then I would drink a Drum full . Where lies the Enemy ? 2 Gent. Why , here close by . Leo. Now he begins to 〈◊〉 . Lieu. And dare ye sight ? Dare ye fight Gentlemen ? 1 Phi. You must not cut him : he 's gone then in a moment ; all the hope left , is to work his weakness into sudden anger , and make him raise his passion above his pain , and so dispose him on the Enemy ; his body then , being stirr'd with violence , will purge it self , and break the sore . Dem. 'T is true , Sir , 1 Phi. And then my Life for his . Lieu. I will not die thus . Dem. But he is too weak to doe — Lieu. Dye like a Dog ? 2 Phi. I , he 's weak , but yet he 's heart-whole . Lieu. Hem. Dem. An excellent sign . Lieu. Hem. Dem. Stronger still , and better . Lieu. Hem , hem ; ran , tan , tan , tan . Exit . 1 Phi. How he 's i' th' way on 't . Dem. Well go thy ways , thou wilt do something certain . Leo. And some brave thing , or let mine Eares be cut off . He 's sinely wrought . Dem. Let 's after him . Leo. I pray Sir ; But how Rogue , when this Cloud 's melted in him , and all discover'd — Dem. That 's for an after Mirth , away , away , away . Exit . Scaene 6. Enter Seleucus , Lysimachus , Ptolomy , Souldiers . Sel. Let no man fear to dye : we love to sleep all , And death is but the sounder sleep ; all ages , And all hours call us ; 't is so common , easie , That little children tread those paths before us ; We are not sick , nor our souls prest with sorrows , Nor go we out like tedious tales , forgotten ; High high we come , and hearty to our funerals , And as the Sun that sets , in blood let 's fall . Lis. 'T is true , they have us fast , we cannot scape 'em , Nor keeps the brow of fortune one smile for us , Dishonourable ends we can scape though , And ( worse then those captivities ) we can dye , And dying nobly , though we leave behind us These clods of flesh , that are too massie burthens , Our living souls flie crown'd with living conquests Ptol. They have begun , fight bravely , and fall bravely ; And may that man that seeks to save his life now By price , or promise , or by fear falls from us , Never again be blest with name of Souldier . Enter a Souldier . Sel. How now ? who charged first ? I seek a brave hand to set me off in death . Soul. We are not charg'd Sir , the Prince lies still . Sel. How comes this Larum up then ? Soul. There is one desperate fellow , with the devil in him ( He never durst do this else ) has broke into us , And here he bangs ye two or three before him , There five or six ; ventures upon whole companies . Ptol. And is not seconded ? Soul. Not a man follows . Sel. Nor cut a peeces ? Soul. Their wonder yet has staid ' em . Sel. Let 's in , and see this miracle ? Ptol. I admire it . Exit . Enter Leontius and Gentlemen . Leon. Fetch him off , fetch him off , I am sure he 's clouted ; Did I not tell you how 't would take ? 1 Gent. 'T is admirable . Enter Lieutenant with colours in his hand , pursuing 3 or 4 Souldiers . Lieu. Follow that blow , my friend , there 's at your coxcombs , I fight to save me from the Surgeons miseries . Leo. How the knave curries 'em Lieu. You cannot rogues , Till you have my diseases , flie my furie , Ye bread and butter rogues , do ye run from me ? And my side would give me leave , I would so hunt ye , Ye porredge-gutted slaves , ye veale-broth boobies . Enter Demetrius , and Physitians , and Gent. Leo. Enough , enough Lieutenant , thou hast done bravely . Dem. Mirrour of man. Lieu. There 's a flag for ye Sir , I took it out o' th' shop , and never paid for 't , I 'll to 'em again , I am not come to th' text yet . Dem. No more my souldier : beshrew my heart he is hurt sore . Leo. Hang him , he 'll lick all those whole . 2 Phi. Now will we take him , And cure him in a trice . Dem. Be careful of him . Lieu. Let me live but two years , And do what ye will with me ; I never had but two hours yet of happiness ; Pray ye give me nothing to provoke my valour , For I am ev'n as weary of this fighting — 2 Phi. Ye shall have nothing ; come to the Princes Tent And there the Surgeons presently shall search ye , Then to your . rest . Lieu. A little hansome litter To lay me in , and I shall sleep . Leo. Look to him . Dem. I do believe a Horse begot this Fellow , He never knew his strength yet ; they are our own . Leo. I think so , I am cozen'd else ; I would but see now A way to fetch these off , and save their honours . Dem. Only their lives . Leo. Pray ye take no way of Peace now , Unless it be with infinite advantage . Dem. I shall be rul'd ; Enter Trumpet and Herold . Let the Battels now move forward , Our self will give the Signal : Now Herold , What 's your Message ? Her. From my Masters This honourable courtesie , a Parley For half an hour , no more Sir. Dem. Let 'em come on , They have my Princely word . Enter Seleucus , Lysimachus , Ptolomy , Attendants , Souldiers . Her. They are here to attend ye . Dem. Now Princes , your demands ? Sel. Peace , if it may be Without the too much tainture of our honour : Peace , and wee 'l buy it too . Dem. At what price ? Ly. Tribute . Ptol. At all the charge of this War. Leo. That will not do . Sel. Leontius , you and I have serv'd together , And run through many a Fortune with our Swords Brothers in wounds , and health ; one Meat has fed us , One tent a thousand times from cold night cover'd us : Our loves have been but one ; and had we died then , One Monument had held our Names , and Actions : Why do you set upon your Friends such Prizes ? And Sacrifice to giddy chance such Trophies ? Have we forgot to dye ? or are our Vertues Less in Afflictions constant , than our Fortunes ? Ye are deceiv'd old Soldier . Leo. I know your worths , And thus low bow in reverence to your Vertues : Were these my Wars , or lead my power in chief here , I knew then how to meet your Memories : They are my Kings imployments ; this Man sights now To whom I owe all duty , faith , and service ; This man that fled before ye ; call back that , That bloody day again , call that disgrace home , And then an easiy peace , may sheath our swords up . I am not greedy of your lives and fortunes , Nor do I gape ungratefully to swallow ye , Honour the spur of all illustrious natures , That made you famous Souldiers , and next Kings , And not ambitious envy strikes me forward , Will ye unarm , and yield your selves his prisoners ? Sel. We never knew what that sound ment : no gives Shall ever bind this body , but embraces ; Nor weight of sorrow here , till earth fall on me . Leo. Expect our charge then . Lys. 'T is the nobler courtesie : And so we leave the hand of heaven to bless us . Dem. Stay , have you any hope ? Cel. We have none left us , But that one comfort of our deaths together ; Give us but room to fight . Leo. Win it , and wear it . Ptol. Call from the hills those companies hang ore us Like bursting clouds ; and then break in , and take us . Dem. Find such a Souldier will forsake advantage , And we 'll draw off , to shew I dare be noble , And hang a light out to ye in this darkness , The light of peace ; give up those Cities , forts , And all those frontire Countryes to our uses . Sel. Is this the peace ? traitours to those that feed us , Our Gods and people ? give our Countryes from us ? Lys. Begin the knell , it sounds a great deal sweeter . Ptol. Let loose your servant death . Sel. Fall fate upon us , Our memories shall never stink behind us . Dem. Seleucus , great Selcucus . Ptol. The Prince calls Sir. Dem. Thou stock of nobleness , and curtesie , Thou father of the War — Leo. What means the Prince now ? Dem. Give me my Standard here . Lys. His anger 's melted . Dem. You Gentlemen that were his Prisoners , And felt the bounty of that noble nature , Lay all your hands , and bear these Colours to him , The Standard of the Kingdom ; take it Soldier . Ptol. What will this mean ? Dem. Thou hast won it , bear it off , And draw thy Men home whilst we wait upon thee . Sel. You shall have all our Countries . Lys. Ptol. All by Heaven Sir. Dem. I will not have a Stone , a Brush , a Bramble , No , in the way of curtesie , I 'll start ye ; Draw off , and make a Lane through all the Army , That these that have subdu'd us , may March through us . Sel. Sir , do not make me surset with such goodness , I 'll bear your Standard for ye ; follow ye . Dem. I Swear it shall be so , March through me fairly , And thine be this days honour , great Seleucus . Ptol. Mirrour of noble Minds . Dem. Nay then ye hate me . Leo. I cannot speak now : Ex. with Drums and Shouts . Well , go thy wayes , at a sure piece of bravery Thou art the best , these Men are won by th' necks now : I 'll send a Post away . ACT IV. SCENE I. Ant. NO aptness in her ? Men. Not an immodest motion , And yet she is as free , and when she is courted , Makes as wild witty answers . Ant. This more fires me , I must not have her thus . Men. We cannot alter her . Ant. Have you put the youths upon her ? Men. All that know any thing , And have been studied how to catch a Beauty , But like so many Whelps about an Elephant — The Prince is coming home Sir. Ant. I hear that too , But that 's no matter ; Am I alter'd well ? Men. Not to be known I think Sir. Ant. I must see her . Enter 2 Gentlemen , or Lords . 1 Gent. I offer'd all I had , all I could think of , 〈◊〉 her through all the points o' th' Compass , I think . 2 Gent. She studies to undo the Court , to plant here The enemy to our Age , Chastity ? She is the first , that e're bauked a close Arbour , And the sweet contents within : She hates curl'd heads too , And setting up of Beards she swears is Idolatry . 1. Gent. I never knew so fair a Face so froze ; Yet she would make one think — 2 Gent. True by her carriage , for she 's as wanton as a kid to th' out side , as full of mocks and taunts : I kiss'd her hand too , walkt with her half an hour . 1 Gent. She heard me sing , And sung 〈◊〉 self too ; she sings admirably ; But still , when any hopes was , as 't is her trick To minister enough of those , then presently With some new 〈◊〉 or other , nothing to th' matter , And such a frown , as would sink all before her , She takes her chamber ; come we shall not be the last fools . 2 Gent. Not by a hundred I hope ; 't is a strange wench . Ant. This 〈◊〉 me up still higher . Enter Celia , and Ladies behind her . Men. Here she comes Sir. Ant. Then be you gone : and take the women with ye , And lay those Jewels in her way . Cel. If I stay longer I shall number as many lovers as 〈◊〉 did ; How they flock after me ? upon my conscience , I have had a dozen horses given me this morning , I 'll ev'n set up a troop , and turn she souldier , A good discreet wench now , that were not hidebound Might raise a fine estate here , and suddenly : For these warm things will give their souls — I can go no where Without a world of offering to my excellence : I am a Queen , a Goddess , I know not what — And no constellation in all heaven , but I outshine it ; And they have found out now I have no eyes Of mortal lights , but certaine influences , Strange vertuous lightnings , humane nature starts at , And I can kill my twenty in a morning , With as much ease now — Ha ? what are these ; new projects ? Where are my honourable Ladies ? Are you out too ? Nay then I must buy the Stock , send me good carding ; I hope the Princes hand , be not in this sport ; I have not seen him yet , cannot hear from him , And that , that troubles me : all these were recreations , Had I but his sweet company to Laugh with me : What Fellow 's that ? Another Apparition ? This is the 〈◊〉 Age : I should know that face , Sure I have seen 't before , not long since neither . Ant. She sees me now : O 〈◊〉 , a most rare creature ! Cel. Yes , 't is the same : I will take no notice of ye , But if I do not sit ye , let me fry for 't ; Is all this Cackling for your egg ; they are fair ones , Excellent rich no doubt too ; and may stumble A good staid mind , but I can go thus by 'em ; My honest friend , do you set off these Jewels ? Ant. Set 'em off , Lady ? Cel. I mean , sell 'em here , Sir ? Ant. She 's very quick : for sale they are not meant sure . Cel. For sanctity I think much less : good ev'n Sir. Ant. Nay noble Lady , stay : 't is you must wear 'em : Never look strange , they are worthy your best beauty . Cel. Did you speak to me ? Ant. To you or to none living : To you they are sent , to you they are sacrificed . Cel. I 'll never look a Horse i' th' mouth that 's given : I thank ye , Sir : I 'll send one to reward ye . Ant. Do you never ask who sent ' em ? Cel. Never I : Nor never care , if it be an honest end , That end 's the full reward , and thanks but slubber it ; If it be ill , I will not urge the acquaintance . Ant. This has a soul indeed : pray let me tell ye — Cel. I care not if ye do , so you do it hansomly , And not stand picking of your words . Ant. The King sent ' em . Cel Away , away , thou art some foolish fellow , and now I think thou hast stole 'em too ; the King sent ' em ? Alas good man , wouldst thou make me believe he has nothing to do with things of these worths , but wantonly to fling ' em ? he 's an old man , a good old man , they say too : I dare swear full many a year ago he left these gambols : here , take your trinkets . Ant. Sure I do not lye , Lady . Cel. I know thou lyest extreamly , damnably : Thou hast a lying face . Ant. I was never thus ratled . ( Aside . Cel. But say I should believe : why are these sent me ? And why art thou the Messenger ? who art thou ? Ant. Lady , look on 'em wisely , and then consider who can send such as these , but a King only ? and , to what beauty can they be oblations , but only yours ? For me that am the carrier , 't is only sit you know I am his servant , and have fulfil'd his will Cel. You are short and pithy ; What must my beauty do for these ? Ant. Sweet Lady , you cannot be so hard of understanding , when a King's favour shines upon ye gloriously , and speaks his love in these — Cel. O then love's the matter ; Sir reverence love : now I begin to feel ye : and I should be the Kings Whore , a brave title : and go as glorious as the Sun , O brave still : the chief Commandress of his Concubines , hurried from place to place to meet his pleasures . Ant. A deyilish subt il wench , but a rare spirit . [ Aside . Cel. And when the good old spunge has suckt my youth dry , and left some of his Royal aches i' my bones : when time shall tell me I have plough'd my life up , and cast long furrows in my face to 〈◊〉 me . Ant. You must not think so , Lady . Cel. Then can these , Sir , These precious things , the price of youth and beauty ; This shop here of sin-offerings set me off again ? Can it restore me chaste , young , innocent ? Purge me to what I was ? add to my memory An honest and a noble fame ? The Kings device ? The sin 's as universal as the Sun is , And lights an everlasting Torch to shame me . Ant. Do you hold so slight account of a great Kings 〈◊〉 , That all knees bow to purchase ? Cel. Prethee peace : If thou knewst how ill favouredly thy tale becomes thee , and what ill root it takes — Ant. You would be wiser . Cel. Could the King sind no shape to shift his pander into , But reverend Age ? and one so like himself too ? 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 sree Companion for a King ? a Souldier ? Whose Nobleness dare feel no want , but Enemies ? 〈◊〉 thou forget this , and decline so wretchedly , To eat the Bread of Bawdry , of base Bawdry ? 〈◊〉 on the 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 ? fling thy Sword from thee ? Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee ? Go , beg diseases : let them be thy Armour 's , Thy sights , 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 〈◊〉 of faith I cannot hear ye ; ye hand upon my love , like frosts on Lilies : I can dye , but I cannot love : you are answer'd . Exit . Ant. I must find apter means , I love her truly . Exit . Scaene 2. 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 whilst I waited ' on 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 says 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 courteour 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 money ? 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 you may too . Dem. There was a Gentlewoman , and sometime 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 'll 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 'll 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 blood 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 'll 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 〈◊〉 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 ; 't will 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 , farewell ? 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 its 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 yex at , for she is gone that was all , and I nothing — [ Ex. and Gent. Ant. This opinion must be maintain'd . 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 wellcome all . All. Health to your Majesty . [ Exit . Antig. &c. Leo. Thou wentest along the journey , How canst thou tell ? Host. I did , but I am sure 't is so : had I 〈◊〉 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. 'T is sit thou know her : Enter 2 Gentlemen . That I 'll say for thee , and as fit thou art for her , Let her be mew'd or stopt : How is it Gentlemen ? 1. Gent. He 's wondrous discontent , he 'll speak to no Man. 2. Gent. H' has taken his Chamber close , admits no entrance ; Tears in his eyes , and cryings out . Host. 'T is so , Sir , And now I wish my self half hang'd e're 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. VVhy , Sirrah . Host. I cannot show ye neither ; The King has now dispos'd of her . Leo. There lies the matter : VVill he admit none to come to comfort him ? 1 Gent. Not any near , nor , let 'em knock their hearts out , VVill never speak . Lieu. 'T is the best way if he have her ; For look you , a Man would be loth to be disturb'd in 's pastime ; 'T is every good Man's case . Leo. 'T is all thy Living , we must not suffer this , we dare not suffer it : for when these tender Souls meet deep 〈◊〉 , 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 promis'd me a charge . Leo. Of what ? of Children Upon my Conscience , thou hast a double company , And all of thy own 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Lieu. That 's all one , I 'll raise 'em to a Regiment , und 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 〈◊〉 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 mt , yet I 'll make danger , Colonel . Leo. 'Till be rare sport , howe'r it take ; give me thy hand ; if thou dost this , I 'll raise thee up a Horse Troop , take my word for 't . Lieu. VVhat may be done by humane Man. Leo. Let 's go then . 1 Gent. Away before he cool : he will relapse else . [ Exit . Scaene 3. Enter Antigonus , Menippus , and 〈◊〉 . Ant. VVill 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 , Powder , 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 . Lieu. I shall ne'r 〈◊〉 these sights . Ant. Away with the VVoman : go wait without . Leu. VVhen the Devil 's gone , pray call me . ( Exit . 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 beslow Vpon this Cup , whatever 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 〈◊〉 power desy'd , Art is a power that will not be deny'd . The ANSVVER . I Obey , I Obey , And am come to view the 〈◊〉 , Brought along , all may 〈◊〉 , All the Earth has , and our 〈◊〉 : Here 's a little , little Flower , This will make her sweat an hour , Then unto such slames arise , A thousand joys will not suffice . Here 's the powder of the Moon , With which she caught Endymion ; The powerful Tears that Venus cry'd , When the Boy Adonis dy'd Here 's Medea's Charm , with which Jason's heart she did bewitch , Omphale this Spell put in , When she made the Libyan spin . This dull root pluckt from Lethe 〈◊〉 , Purges all pure thoughts , and good . These I 〈◊〉 thus , round , round , round , Whilst our light feet beat the ground . Mag. Now Sir , 't is full , and whosoever drinks this Shall violently 〈◊〉 upon your Person , And never 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 eat 〈◊〉 : So 〈◊〉 hours 't will work , and work with Violence ; And those expir'd , 't is 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 . 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 〈◊〉 to 't . Lieu. What 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 when I knock , for stones , For those may pepper 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 none . Leo. How he 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Lieu. If I be Leo. . Lieu. Away , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that then ? I 'll knock softly . Pray heaven he speaks 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 〈◊〉 . 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 and 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 mddle 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 〈◊〉 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 waters : bend him , and set him upwards . Exit . Leo. A goodly man — Here 's a brave heart : he 's warm again : you shall not leave us i' th' 〈◊〉 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 ; 't is off — Leo. Stand up man. Lieu. Am I not shot ? Leo. A way 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 , and but mark what follows . Exit . Enter Demetrius . Leo. What a Devil ails the Woman ? here comes the Prince again , with such a sadness on his sace , 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 falt 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 ? 〈◊〉 . A plague of him that mocks ye : I grieve truly , truly , and heartily to 〈◊〉 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 Leonitus , revenges are the gods : our part is sufferance : farewel , 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 〈◊〉 Leo. 'T is 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 troublesome as you are to your self , Sir ; was that brave 〈◊〉 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 〈◊〉 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 't is 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. 'T will 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 murrow-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 thinst ye of this sorrow ? 1 Gent. Will as familiarly kiss the Kings horses as they pass by him : ready to ravish his footmen . 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 , 't would 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 . Scaene 5. Enter Antigonus and Leucippe . Ant. Are you sure she drank it ? Leu. Now must I lye most considently . 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 〈◊〉 as April : heaven bless that sweet face , 't will undo a thousand ; many a soft heart must sob yet , 〈◊〉 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 , and perfume the room : make all things ready . Exit . 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 hants 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 . ( Aside Cel. Cnrl'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 Court'sies well ; come hither and kiss me . Cel. I am reading , Sir , of a short Treatise here , that 's call'd the Vanity of 〈◊〉 : Has your Grace seen it ? He says here , that an Old Man's loose desire , 〈◊〉 like the Glow-worms light , the Apes so wondr'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 , 〈◊〉 smells of dying Flowers , carry no comforts ; they 'r doting , stinking Foggs , so thick and muddy , 〈◊〉 with all his beams cannot beat through ' em . Ant. How 's this ? 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 ? you but foole 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 〈◊〉 me , your Traps to catch mine 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ; as you 〈◊〉 out your 〈◊〉 to overwhelm me , Hell never haved good , as I 〈◊〉 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 〈◊〉 , What triumph ? and when you crown your swelling Cups to Fortune , What honourable Tongue can sing my Story ? Be as your Emblem is , a glorious 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 〈◊〉 ye ; a thousand doors to 'scape ye , I dare die , Sir ; as suddenly 〈◊〉 die , 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 blood , when their sires visit us . VVill nothing wring you then do you think ? sit hard here , and like a Snail curl round about 〈◊〉 Conscience , biting and stinging : VVill you not roar too late then ? then when rou shake in horrour of this Villany , then will I rise a Star in Heaven , and scorn ye . Ant. Lust , how I hate thee now ! and love this sweetness ! VVill you be my Queen ? Can that price purchase ye ? Cel. Not all the VVorld , 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. VVhy 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 〈◊〉 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 . Scaene 6. Enter Leontius , Gentlemen , and Lieutenant . Leo. Hast thou clean forgot the VVars ? Lieu. 〈◊〉 hold thy peace . 1 Gent. His mind 's much elevated now . Leo. . Lieu. I am 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with this Fellow Leo. He will call me 〈◊〉 anon . 1 Gent. 'T is 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 VVoo's 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. VVhen mine own worth — Leo. Is flung into the ballance , and found nothing . [ Aside . Lieu. And yet a Soldier . Leo. And yet a sawcy one . [ Aside . Lieu. One that has followed thee . Leo. Fair and far off . [ Aside . Lieu. Fought for thy Grace . Leo. 'T was for some 〈◊〉 , you lye Sir. [ Aside . Lieu. He 's the Son of a Whore denies this : VVill 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 〈◊〉 now . Leo. I 'll 〈◊〉 him our 〈◊〉 VVhen 's the King's Birth-day ? Lieu. VVhen e're it be , 〈◊〉 day I 'll dye with Ringing . And there 's the resolution of a Lover . [ Exit . Leo. A goodly resolution sure I take it . He is 〈◊〉 , or moop'd , or his brains 〈◊〉 , Could he find no body to fall in Love with but the King , the good old 〈◊〉 , to doat upon him too ? Stay , now I remember , what the Fat Woman warn'd me , bad me remember , and look to him to : I 'll hang if she have not a hand in this : he 's conjur'd , go after him , I pity the poor Rascal ; In the mean time I 'll wait occasion to work upon the Prince . 2 Gent. Pray do that seriously . ( Exit severally . Scaene 7. Enter Antigonus , Menippus , Lords . Lord. He 's very ill . Ant. I am very sorry for 't , and much asham'd I have wrong'd his 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 ; ( Exit . 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. 'T is thought so . Ant. Come ; let 's in then , and think upon the noblest ways to meet em . ( Exeunt . Scaene 8. 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 : VVould I could but see once this Beaty 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 VVoman too , I 'll stand aloof , and view ' em . Enter Menippus , Celia , Lords . Cel. Well , some of you have been to blame in this point , but I forgive ye : The King might have pickt out too some sitter VVoman to have tri'd his Valour . Men. 'T was 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 VVomans Tongue , I think I have seen her Face too : I 'll go nearer : If this be she , he has some cause of Sorrow : 'T is the same Face ; the same , most excellent VVoman . 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 'll satisfie ye : I am wondrous glad to see those eyes . Leo. You have charg'd 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 〈◊〉 told me of : right glad I am on 't , he will bolt now for certain . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sir ? I 'll trouble ye no more : I thank your courtesie , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 humble Servants . ( Ex. Me. &c. Cel. So now my 〈◊〉 are off : Pray Heaven he be here ! Master , my Royal Sir Do 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 who calls ye ! Love , my Demetrius . Leo. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Quail-pipes , the Cock will Crow anon . Cel. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , when I call at your VVindow ? Leo. I 〈◊〉 him stirring : now he comes wondring out . Enter Demetrius Dem. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sound sure : the sweetness of that Tongue draws all 〈◊〉 to it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the shape too . 〈◊〉 . How 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 upon her ? Dem. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 eyes abuse me ? 't is she , the living Celia : your hand Lady ? Cel. VVhat 〈◊〉 this mean ? Dem. The very 〈◊〉 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 surveys me round ? Here has been foul play . Dem. How came she thus ? Cel. It was a kind of Death , Sir , I suffer'd in your absence , mew'd up here , and kept conceal'd I know not how . Dem. 'T is 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 , tho' I dye 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 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 〈◊〉 Sir. Dem. Ha ? Cel. One 〈◊〉 , a notable merry Lord , and a good Companion . Dem. And one 〈◊〉 too ? Cel. Yes , there was such a one . Dem. And Timon . Cel. 'T is most true . Dem. And thou most treacherous : my Fathers bawds by — they never miss course ; and were these 〈◊〉 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. 'T is 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 known 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 ? on 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 back , and bankrupt . Leo. By 'r Lady , this cuts shrewdly . Dem. Thou art dead , for ever dead ; sins surfeit 〈◊〉 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 blood , and 〈◊〉 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 sind 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 cry'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 do ? 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 sind 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 〈◊〉 , and sacred truth 〈◊〉 , tell me how ye found her . Ant. I will , and in few words . Before I try'd her , 't is true , I thought her most unfit her 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 do 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. 'T is 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 best , enjoyes her : I would not lose the hope of such a Daughter , to add 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 do it : and if that sacrifice can purge my follies , be pleas'd , O mighty Love , I dye thy servant — Exit . ACT V. SCENE I. 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 asslict him , so to torture him ; that even his very Soul may shake within him ; to make him know , though he be great and powerful , 't is 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 asslict 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 do it home , and bravely . Cel. Were I a Man ? Leo. I 'll 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 poor 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 , 't will 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 't is sit 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 VVorld had not show'd ye : And to his making such a mind — Cel. T is certain : But all this I must now forget . Leo. You shall not if I have any art : go 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 'll work hard . [ Exit . Scaene 2. 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 VVorld ' 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 playes 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 prithee ? Lieu. Lv'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 , go thy ways , 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 'll 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 ; h 'as 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 kawks , and which is more than all this , has worn your Graces Gauntlet in his Bonnet . Ant. Bring in your Bills : mine own love shall be satisfi'd ; and sarrah , for this potion you have taken , I 'll point ye out a portion ye shall live on . Men. 'T was the best draught that e're ye drunk . Lieu. I hope so . Ant. Are the Princes come toth ' 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 . Scaene 3. Enter Demetrius , and Leontius . Dem. Let me but see her , dear Leontius ; let me but dye before her . Leo. Would that would do it : if I knew where she lay now , with what honesty , you having flung so main a mischief on her , and on so innocent and sweet a Beauty , dare I present your visit ? Dem. I 'll repent all : and with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow , that ever Lover made . Leo. 'T will 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 〈◊〉 , 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 'll dye first . Leo. You must say nothing to her ; for 't is certain , the nature of your crime will admit to 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 'll bring her to you instantly : but take heed how you bear your self : sit down there , the more humble you are , the more she 'll take compassion . Women are per'lous thing 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 do your will , kill him , or save him . Cel. I will go 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 plays , they will come toth ' Battery 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 ago . Leo. You see how he looks . Cel. What have I to do how he looks ? How lookt he then , when with a poison'd Tooth he bit mine honour ? It was your Counsel too , to scorn and slight him . Leo. I , if ye saw sit 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 deserv'd your Justice ; but still consider what he has been to you . Cel. Pray do not blind me thus . Dem. O Gentle Mistriss , 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 sit beauty to your Vertues : Mine is too poor , in peace I thus part from you : I must look back : gods keep your grace : he 's here still . [ Exit . 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 blood and spirit in ye ? Dem. I dare not trouble her . Leo. Nay , and you will be nipt 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 . Scaene 4. 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 'll buckle . Ptol. And even from all that strength we 'll 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 ? Ant. I wonder he stays from us : [ Enter Leon. How now Leonitus , Where 's my Son ? Sel. Brave Captain . Lys. Old valiant Sir. Leo. Your Graces are welcome : 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 , denyes that caution . Leo. And now they whine , and now they rave : faith Princes , 't were a good point of charity to piece 'em ; for less than such a power will do 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 scornful beauty . Ptol. I should think it worse now ; ill brought up beauty . Ant. She has too much reason sor'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 . Exit . Scaene 5. 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 blood , 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 'll seal that faith . Dem. We may kiss , put not those out o' th' peace too . Cel. Those I 'll give ye , so there you will be pleas'd to pitch your 〈◊〉 ultra , I will be merry with ye ; sing , discourse with ye , be your poor Mistriss still : in truth I love ye . Enter Leontius , Antigonus , 〈◊〉 , Lysimachus , Ptolomie , Lieutenant , and Gentleman . Dem. Stay , who are these ? Lys. A very handsome Lady . Leo. As 〈◊〉 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 a word with ye , Lysimachus ? you both 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 Cherry is not liker . Sel. Sook 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 , Princes ? 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 Uncle dy'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 Drumes up , and all the noble instruments of War : let 'em sill all the Kingdom with their sounds : 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 . 〈◊〉 . And hang a Coward now ; and there 's my song . Exeunt FINIS .