24212420Enter Frier Anselmo, Hipolito, Mathaeo, Infaeliche. 24222421Hip. Nay, nay, re
solue good father, or deny.
24232422Ans. You pre
sse me to an a
ct, both full of danger,
24242423And full of happine
sse, for I behold.
24252424Your fathers
frownes, his threats, nay perhaps death,
24262425To him that dare doe this, yet noble Lord,
24272426Such comfortable beames breake through the
se clowdes,
24282427By this ble
st mariage, that your honord word
24292428Being pawnd in my defence) I will tie fa
st,
24302429The holy wedding Knot.
Hip. Tu
sh feare not the Duke.
24312430Ans. O
sonne, wi
sely to feare: Is to be
free
from feare.
24322431Hip. You haue our words, and you
shall haue our liues,
24332432To guard you
safe
from all en
suing danger.
24352434Ans. Stay, when i
st fit for me,
safe
st for you,
24382437Ans. Be't
so, there is a chappell
stands hard by,
24392438Vpon the We
st end of the Abbey wall,
24402439Thether conuay your
selues, and when the
sunne
24412440Hath turnd his back vpon this vpper world,
24422441Ile mary you, that done, no thnndring voice,
24432442Can breake the
sacred bond, yet Lady here you are mo
st safe.
24442443Infae. Father your lou's mo
st deere.
24452444Mat. I well
said locke vs into
some little roome by our
24462445selues that we may be mad for an houre or two.
24472446Hip. O good
Mathaeo no, lets make no noi
se.
24482447Mat. How! no noi
se! do you know where you are: sfoot
24492448amon
st all the mad-caps in
Millan:
so that to throw the hou
se
24502449out at window will be the better, & no man will
su
spe
ct that
24512450we lurke here to
steale mutton: the more
sober we are, the
24522451more
scuruy tis. And tho the Frier tell vs, that heere we are
24532452safe
st, i'me not of his minde, for if tho
se lay here that had lo
st 24542453there mony, none would euer looke after them, but heare are
24552454none but tho
se that haue lo
st their wits, o that if hue and cry
24562455be made, hether theile come, and my rea
son is, becau
se none
I 2 goes
THE HONEST WHORE.
24572456goes to be married till he be
starke mad.
24582457Hip. Mu
ffle your
selues yonders
Fluello.
Enter Fluello. 24602459Flu. O my Lord the
se cloakes are not for this raine, the
24612460tempe
st is too great: I come
sweating to tell you of it, that
24642463Flu. Whats the matter! you haue matterd it faire: the (Duk's at hand.
24672466Hip. Then all our plots
2467are turnd vpon our heads; and we
2468are blown vp
2468with our own vnderminings. Sfoot how comes
2469he,
2469what villaine dur
st betray our being here.
24702470Flu. Castruchio,
Castruchio tolde the Duke, and
Mathaeo 24722472Hip. Would you betray me to
Chastruchio,
24732473Ma. Sfoot he dambd him
selfe to the pit of hell if he
spake (ont agen.
24742474Hip. So did you
sweare to me,
so were you dambd.
24752475Mat. Pox on em, & there be no faith in men, if a man
shall
24762476not beleeue oathes
: he tooke bread and
salt by this light, that
24772477he would neuer open his lips.
Hip. Oh God, oh God.
24782478Ans. Sonne be not de
sperate
2479haue patience, you
shal trip your
2479enemy downe,
2480by his owne
slights, how far is the Duke hēce.
24802481Flu. Hees but new
set out
: Castruchio,
Pioratto and
Sinezi 24812482come along with him: you haue time enough yet to preuent
24832484Ans. You
shall
steale
secretly into the Chappell,
24842485And pre
sently be maried; if the duke
24852486Abide here
still,
spite of ten thou
sand eyes,
24862487You
shall
scape hence like Friers.
24872488Hip. O ble
st di
sgui
sde: O happy man.
24882489Ans. Talke not of happine
sse till your clo
sde hand,
24892490Haue her bith'forhead, like the lock of time,
24902491Bee not too
slow, nor ha
sty, now you clime,
24912492Vp to the towre of bli
sse, onely be wary
24922493And patient, thats all, if you like my plot
24932494Build and di
spatch, if not farewell, then not.
24942495Hip. O Yes, we doe applaud it, weele di
spute,
24952496No longer, but will hence and execute.
Fluello
THE HONEST WHORE.
24962497Fluello youle
stay here, let vs be gon,
24972498The ground that
fraighted louers tread vpon,
24992500Ans. Come then, away
: tis meete,
25002501To e
scape tho
se thornes, to put on winged feete.
Exeunt. 25012502Mat. No words I pray
Fluello, for it
stands vs vpon.
25022503Flu. Oh
sir, let that be your le
sson.
25032504Alas poore louers, on what hopes and feares,
25042505Men to
sse them
selues for women. when
shees got
25052506The be
st has in her that which plea
seth not.
25062507Enter to Fluello, the Duke, Castruchio, Pioratto and 25072508Sinezi from seuerall dores muffled. 25082509Duk. who
se there!
Cast. My Lord.
25092510Duk. Peace,
send that Lord away,
25102511A Lord
ship will
spoile all, lets be all fellowes.
2512Cast. Fluello, or els
Sinezi by his little legs.
25142514Duk. What! met vpon the very point of time,
25152515Is this the place.
Pio. This is the place my Lord.
25162516Duke. Dreame you on Lord
shps! come no more Lordes: (pray
25172517You haue not
seene the
se louers yet.
25192518Duk. Castruchio art thou
sure this wedding feate,
25212520Castr. So tis giuen out my Lord.
25222521Duk. Nay, nay, tis like, theeues mu
st ob
serue their houres,
25232522Louers watch minuts like A
stronomers,
25242523How
shall the
Interim houres by vs be
spent,
25252524Flu. Lets all goe
see the madmen.
25262525Omn. Mas content.
Enter Towne like a sweeper. 25272526Duk. Oh here comes one, que
stion him, que
stion him.
25282527Flu. How now hone
st fellow do
st thou belong to the hou
se.
25292528Tow. yes for
sooth, I am one of the implements; I
swepe the
25302529madmens roomes, and fetch
straw for em, and buy chaines
25312530to tie em, and rods to whip em, I was a mad wag my
selfe here
25322531once, but I thanke father
Anselm he la
sht me into my right (minde agen.
25332532Duk. Anselmo is the Frier mu
st marry them,
I 3 Cast.
THE HONEST WHORE.
25352534Cast. And where is father
Anselmo now?
25362535Tow. Mary hees gon but eene now.
25372536Duk. I, well done, tell me, whether is he gone?
25392538Flu. Ha, ha, this fellow is a foole, talkes idlelie.
25402539Pio. Sirra are all the mad folkes in
Millan brought hither
? 25412540Tow. How all, theres a wi
se que
stion indeede
: why if al the
25422541mad folkes in
Millan should come hither, there would not be
25442543Duk. Few gentlemen or Courtiers here, ha.
25452544Tow. Oh yes? abundance, aboundance, lands no
sooner fall
25462545into their hands, but
straight they runne out a their wits: Ci
- 25472546tizēs
sons & heires are
free of the hou
se by their fathers copy
: 25482547Farmers
sons come hither like gee
se (in
flocks) & when they
25492548ha
sould all their corne
fields, here they
sit & picke the
straws.
25502549Sin. Me thinks you
should haue women here a
swel as men.
25512550Tow. Oh, I: a plague on em, theres no ho with them, they are
25532552Flu. Are there no lawyers here among
st you?
25542553Tow. Oh no, not one: neuer any lawyer, we dare not let a
25552554lawyer come in, for heele make em mad fa
ster than we can
25572556Du. And how long i
st er'e you recouer any of the
se.
25582557Tow. Why according to the quantitie of the Moone thats
25592558got into em, an Aldermans
sonne will be mad a great while
25602559a very great while, e
specially if his
friends left him well, a
25612560whore will hardly come to her wits agen: a puritane ther's no
25622561hope of him, vnle
sse he may pull downe the
steeple and hang
25642563Flu. I perceiue all
sorts of
fish come to your net.
25652564Tow. Yes intruth, we haue blockes for all heads, we haue
25662565good
store of wilde oates here: for the Courtier is mad at
25672566the Cittizen, the Cittizen is madde at the Country men, the
25682567shoomaker is mad at the cobler, the cobler at the carman, the
25692568punke is mad that the Marchants wife is no whore, the Mar
- 25702569chants wife is mad that the puncke is
so common a whore
: 25712570gods
so, heres father
Anselmo. pray
say nothing that I tel tales
25732572Omn. God ble
sse you father.
Enter Anselmo. Ans.
THE HONEST WHORE.
25752574Cast. Pray may we
see
some of tho
se wretched Soules,
25762575That here are in your keeping?
Ans. Yes
: you
shall,
25772576But gentlemen I mu
st di
sarme you then,
25782577There are of mad men, as there are of tame,
25792578All humourd not alike
: we haue here
some,
25802579So api
sh and phanta
stike, play with a fether,
25812580And tho twould greeue a
soule, to
see Gods image,
25822581So blemi
sht and defac'd, yet do they a
ct 25832582Such anticke and
such pretty lunacies,
25842583That
spite of
sorrow they will make you
smile:
25852584Others agen we haue like hungry Lions,
25862585Fierce as wilde Buls, vntameable as
flies,
25872586And the
se haue oftentimes
from
strangers
sides
25882587Snatcht rapiers
suddenly, and done much harme,
25892588Whom if youle
see, you mu
st be weaponle
sse.
25912590Ans. Here: take the
se weapons in,
25922591Stand of a little pray,
so,
so, tis well:
25932592Ile
shew you here a man that was
sometimes,
25942593A very graue and wealthy Cittizen,
25952594Has
serud a prenti
ship to this misfortune,
25962595Bin here
seuen yeares, and dwelt in
Bergamo.
25972596Duke. How fell he
from his wits?
25992598Ile
stand a
side, que
stion him you alone,
26002599For if he
spy me, heele not
speake a word,
26012600Vnle
sse hees throughly vext.
Discouers an old man, wrapt in a Net. 2604Duk. God
speed father.
260526031. Mad. God
speed the plough: thou
shalt not
speed me.
26062604Pio. We
see you old man, for all you daunce in a net.
260726051. Mad. True, but thou wilt daunce in a halter, & I
shal not (
see thee.
26092607Cast. Are you a Fi
sherman father?
261026081. Mad. No, i'me neither
fish nor
fle
sh.
26112609Flu. What do you with that net then
? 261226101. Mad. Doe
st not
see foole! theres a
fre
sh Salmon in't: if
26132611you
step one foot furder, youle be ouer
shoes, for you
see ime
I 4 ouer
THE HONEST WHORE.
26142612ouer head & ear in the
salt-water: & if you fal into this whirl
- 26152613poole where I am, y'are drownd: y'are a drownd rat.--I am
26162614fishing here for
fiue
ships, but I cannot haue a good draught,
26172615for my net breakes
still, and breakes, but Ile breake
some of
26182616your necks & I catch you in my clutches. Stay,
stay,
stay,
stay,
26192617stay--wheres the wind, wheres the wind, wheres the winde:
26202618wheres the winde: out you guls, you goo
se-caps, you
26212619gudgeon eaters! do you looke for the wind in the heauens
? 26222620ha ha ha ha, no no, looke there, looke there, looke there, the
26232621winde is alwayes at that doore: hearke how it blowes, poo
ff 262526231. Mad. Do you laugh at Gods creatures? do you mock old
26262624age you roagues? is this gray beard and head counterfet, that
26272625you cry ha ha ha?--Sirra, art not thou my elde
st sonne
? 262926271. Mad. Then th'art a foole, for my elde
st sonne had a polt
26302628foote, crooked legs, a vergis face, & a peare-coullourd beard;
26312629I made him a
scholler, and he made him
selfe a foole.--Sirra!
26322630thou there? hould out thy hand.
Du. My hand, wel, here tis.
263326311. Mad. Looke, looke, looke, looke
: has he not long nailes,
26342632and
short haire?
Flu. Yes mon
strous
short haire, and abho
- 26352633minable long nailes.
1. Ma. Ten-peny nailes are they not?
263726351. Mad. Such nailes had my
second boy: kneele downe
26382636thou varlet, and aske thy father ble
ssing. Such nailes had my
26392637midlemo
st sonne and I made him a Promoter: & he
scrapt,
26402638&
scrapt, &
scrapt, till he got the diuell and all: but he
scrapt
26412639thus and thus, & thus, and it went vnder his legs, till at length
26422640a company of Kites taking him for carion,
swept vp all, all, all
26432641all, all, all, all.--If you loue your liues, looke to your
selues,
26442642see,
see,
see,
see, the Turkes gallies are
fighting with my
ships,
26452643Bownce goes the guns--oooh! cry the men
: romble romble
26462644goe the waters--Alas! there! tis
sunke--tis
sunck: I am vn
- 26472645don, I am vndon, you are the dambd Pirates haue vndone
26482646me,--you are bith Lord, you are, you are,
stop em, you are.
26492647Ans. Why how now Syrra, mu
st I fall to tame you?
265026481. Mad. Tame me? no: ile be madder than a roa
sted Cat:
26512649see,
see, I am burnt with gūpowder, the
se are our clo
se
fights.
26522650Ans. Ile whip you, if you grow vnruly thus.
1. Mad.
THE HONEST WHORE.
265326511. Mad. Whip me? out you toad:- whip me
? what iu
stice
26542652is this, to whip me becau
se Ime a begger?--Alas
? I am a
26552653poore man: a very poore man: I am
starud, and haue had no
26562654meate by this light, euer
since the great
floud, I am a poore
26572655man.
Ans. Well, well; be quiet and you
shall haue meate.
265826561. Mad. I, I, pray do, for looke you, here be my guts: the
se
26592657are my ribs,--you may looke through my ribs,--
see how my
26602658guts come out--the
se are my red guttes, my very guts, oh, oh!
26632661Cast. Father I
see you haue a bu
sie charge.
26642662Ans. They mu
st be v
sde like children, plea
sd with toyes,
26652663And anon whipt for their vnruline
sse:
26662664Ile
shew you now a paire quite di
fferent
26672665From him thats gon; he was all words: and the
se
26682666Vnle
sse you vrge em,
seldome
spend their
speech,
26692667But
saue their tongues-la you-this hithermo
st 26702668Fell
from the happy quietne
sse of mind,
26712669About a maiden that he loude, and dyed
: 26722670He followed her to church, being full of teares,
26732671And as her body went into the ground,
26742672He fell
starke mad. That is a maryed man,
26752673Was iealous of a faire, but (as
some
say)
26762674A very vertuous wife, and that
spoild him.
267726752. Mad. All the
se are whoremongers & lay with my wife:
26782676whore, whore, whore, whore, whore.
268026782. Mad. Ga
ffer
shoomaker, you puld on my wiues pumps,
26812679and then crept into her panto
fles: lye there, lye there,--this
26822680was her Tailer,-you cut out her loo
se-bodied gowne, and put
26832681in a yard more then I allowed her, lye there by the
shomaker:
26842682ô, mai
ster Do
ctor! are you here
: you gaue me a purgation,
26852683and then crept into my wiues chamber, to feele her pul
ses,
26862684and you
said, and
she
sayd, and her mayd
said, that they went
26872685pit a pat-pit a pat-pit a pat,-Do
ctor Ile put you anon into my
26882686wiues vrinall:-heigh, come a loft Iack
? this was her
school
- 26892687mai
ster, and taught her to play vpon the Virginals, and
still
26902688his Iacks leapt vp, vp: you prickt her out nothing but bawdy
K lessons,
THE HONEST WHORE.
26912689le
ssons, but Ile prick you all,-Fidler-Do
ctor-Tayler-Shoo
- 26922690maker,-Shoomaker-Fidler-Do
ctor-Tayler-
so! lye with my
26942692Castr. See how he notes the other now he feedes.
269826963. Mad. Ile not giue thee a bit,
269926972. Mad. Giue me that
flap-dragon.
270026983. Mad. Ile not giue thee a
spoonefull: thou lie
st, its no
27012699Dragon tis a Parrat, that I bought for my
sweete heart, and
270327012. Mad. Heres an Almond for Parrat.
270527032. Mad. Heres a roape for Parrat.
270627043. Mad. Eate it, for ile eate this.
270727052. Mad. Ile
shoote at thee and thow't giue me none.
270927072. Mad. Ile run a tilt at thee and thow't giue me none.
271027083. Mad. Wut thou? doe and thou dar'
st.
271227103. Mad. Ooh! I am
slaine-murder, murder, murder, I am
27132711slaine, my braines are beaten out.
27142712Ans. How now you villaines, bring me whips: ile whip you
271527133. Mad. I am dead, I am
slaine, ring out the bel, for I am dead,
27162714Duk. How will you do now
sirra? you ha kild him.
271727152. Mad. Ile an
swer't at Se
ssions: he was eating of Almond
27182716Butter, and I longd for't: the child had neuer bin deliuered
27192717out of my belly, if I had not kild him, Ile an
swer't at
se
ssions,
27202718so my wife may be burnt ith hand too.
27212719Ans. Take em in both: bury him, for hees dead.
272227203. Mad. I indeed, I am dead, put me I pray into a good pit (hole.
272327212. Mad. Ile an
swer't at Se
ssions.
Exeunt. 27252723Ans. How now hu
swife, whether gad you
? 27262724Bell. A nutting for
sooth: how doe you ga
ffer? how doe
27272725you ga
ffer? theres a French cur
sie for you too.
Pio.
THE HONEST WHORE.
27322730She came but in this day, talkes little idlely
27332731And therefore has the
freedome of the hou
se,
27342732Bell. Doe not you know me
? nor you? nor you, nor you?
27362734Bell. Then you are an A
sse, and you are an A
sse, and you
27382736Ans. Why, what are they
? come
: tell me, what are they?
27392737Bell. The're
fish-wiues: will you buy any gudgeons, gods
27402738santy yonder come Friers, I know them too, how doe you
27422740Enter Hipolito, Mathaeo, and Infaeliche disguisde 27442742Ans. Nay, nay, away, you mu
st not trouble Friers.
27452743The duke is here
speake nothing.
27462744Bell. Nay indeed you
shall not goe: weele run at barlibreak
27482746Mat. My puncke turnd mad whore, as all her fellowes are?
27492747Hip. Speake nothing, but
steale hence, when you
spie time.
27502748Ans. Ile locke you vp if y'are vnruly
fie
27512749Bell. fie! mary fo: they
shall not goe indeed till I ha tolde
27532751Duk. Good Father giue her leaue.
27542752Bell. I pray, good father, ad Ile giue you my ble
ssing.
27552753Ans. Wel then be briefe, but if you are thus vnruly,
27582756Bell. Let me
see 1.2.3. and 4. ile begin with the little Fri
- 27592757er
fir
st, heres a
fine hand indeed, I neuer
saw Frier haue
such
27602758a dainty hand
: heres a hand for a Lady, heres your fortune,
27612760You loue a Frier better then a Nun,
27622761Yet long youle loue no Frier, nor no Friers
sonne.
27632762Bow a little, the line of life is out, yet i'me a
fraid,
27642763For all your holy, youle not die a maide, God giue you ioy.
K 2 Bell.
THE HONEST WHORE.
27672766Bel. You loue one, and one loues you.
27682767You are a fal
se knaue, and
shees a Iew,
27692768Here is a Diall that fal
se euer goes.
27712770Bel. Troth
so does your no
se, nay lets
shake hands with you (too
: 27742773So he had need
: youle keepe good cheere,
27752774Heres a
free table, but a
frozen brea
st,
27762775For youle
starue tho
se that loue you be
st.
27772776Yet you haue good fortune, for if I am no lyar,
27782777Then you are no Frier, nor you, nor you no Frier
discouers (them 27802779Duk. Are holy habits cloakes for villanie?
27822781Hip. doe, draw all your weapons.
27832782Duk. Where are your weapons, draw.
27842783Omn. The Frier has guld vs of em.
27862785You ha learnt one mad point of Arithmaticke.
27872786Hip. Why
swels your
spleene
so hie? again
st what bo
some,
27882787Would you your weapons draw? hers! tis your daughters:
27922791Hip. You cannot
shed blould here, but tis your owne,
27932792To
spill your owne bloud were damnation,
27942793Lay
smooth that wrinckled brow, and I will throw
27962795Let it be rugged
still and
flinted o're,
27972796What can come forth but
sparkles, that will burne,
27982797Your
selfe and vs? Shees mine; my claymes mo
st good,
27992798Shees mine by marriage, tho
shees yours by bloud.
28002799I haue a hand deare Lord, deepe in this a
ct,
28012800For I fore
saw this
storme, yet willingly
28022801Put fourth to meete it? Oft haue I
seene a father
28032802Wa
shing the wounds of his deare
sonne in teares,
28042803A
sonne to cur
se the
sword that
strucke his father,
Both
THE HONEST WHORE.
28052804Both
slaine ith quarrell of your families,
28062805Tho
se
scars are now tane o
ff: And I be
seech you,
28072806To
seale our pardon, all was to this end
28082807To turne the ancient hates of your two hou
ses
28092808To
fre
sh greene
friend
ship, that your Loues might looke:
28102809Like the
springs forehead, comfortably
sweete,
28112810And your vext
soules in peacefull vnion meete,
28122811Their bloud will now be yours, yours will be theirs,
28132812And happine
sse
shall crowne your
siluer haires.
28142813Flu. You
see my Lord theres now no remedy.
28162815Duk. You be
seech faire, you haue me in place
fit
28172816To bridle me, ri
se Frier. you may be glad
28182817You can make madmen tame, and tame men mad,
28192818Since fate hath conquered, I mu
st re
st content,
28202819To
striue now would but ad new puni
shment:
28212820I yeeld vnto your happine
sse, be ble
st,
28222821Our families
shall henceforth breath in re
st.
28252824I throw vpon your ioyes my full con
sent.
28262825Bell. Am not I a good girle, for
finding the Frier in the wel?
2827gods
so you are a
2826braue man: will not you buy me
some Su
- 2828ger plums becau
se I am
so good a fortune teller.
28292828Duk. Would thou had
st wit thou pretty
soule to aske,
28312830Bell. Pretty
soule, a prety
soule is better than a prety body:
28322831do not you know my prety
soule? I know you
: 2836Is not your
28352837Bell. Baa, lamb! there you lie for I am mutton; looke
fine
2836man, he
2834was mad for me once, and I was mad for him once,
2837and he
2835was madde for her once, and were you neuer mad
? 2838yes I warrant,
2838I had a
fine iewell once, a very
fine iewell
2839and that naughty
2839man
stoale it away
from me, a very
fine
28422841Bell. Maide nay thats a lie, O twas a very rich iewell, calde
K 3 a mai-
THE HONEST WHORE.
28432842a Maidenhead, and had not you it leerer.
28452844Duk. Had he thy Maiden-head
? he
shall make thee a
- 28472846Bell. Shall he? ô braue Arthur of Bradly then
? 28482847Duk. And if he beare the minde of a Gentleman,
28502849Mat. I thinke I ri
fled her of
some
such paltry Iewell.
28512850Duk. Did you? then mary her, you
see the wrong
28522851Has led her
spirits into a lunacie.
28532852Mat. How, marry her my Lord? sfoot marry a mad-wo
- 28542853man: let a man get the tame
st wife he can come by,
sheele be
28552854mad enough afterward, doe what he can.
28562855Duk. Nay then, father
Anselmo here
shall do his be
st,
28572856To bring her to her wits, and will you then?
28582857Mat. I cannot tell, I may choo
se.
28592858Duk. Nay then law
shall compell: I tell you
sir,
28602859So much her hard fate moues me: you
should not breath
28612860Vnder this ayre, vnle
sse you marryed her.
28622861Mat. Well then, when her wits
stand in their right place, (ile mary her.
28632862Bell. I thanke your grace,
Mathaeo thou art mine,
28642863I am not mad, but put on this di
sgui
se,
28652864Onely for you my Lord, for you can tell
28662865Much wonder of me, but you are gon
: farewell.
28672866Mathaeo thou did
st fir
st turne my
soule black,
28682867Now make it white agen, I doe prote
st,
28692868Ime pure as
fire now, cha
ste as
Cynthias bre
st.
28702869Hip. I dur
st be
sworne
Mathaeo she's indeed.
28712870Mat. Cony-catcht, guld, mu
st I
saile in your
flie-boate,
28722871Becau
se I helpt to reare your maine-ma
st fir
st:
28732872Plague found you fort,-tis well.
28742873The Cuckolds
stampe goes currant in all Nations,
28752874Some men haue hornes giuen them at their creations,
28762875If I be one of tho
se, why
so: its better
28772876To take a common wench, and make her good,
28782877Than one that
simpers and at
fir
st, will
scar
se
28792878Be tempted forth ouer the thre
shold dore,
28802879Yet in one
sennight, zounds, turnes arrant whore,
Come
THE HONEST WHORE.
28812880Come wench, thou
shalt be mine, giue me thy gols,
28822881Weele talke of legges hereafter:
see my Lord,
2884Omn. God giue you ioy.
28852883Enter Candidoes wife and George. 28862884Geo. Come mi
stris we are in Bedlam now, mas and
see, we
28872885come in pudding-time, for heres the Duke.
28902888Cast. Its
Candido my Lord, he's here among the lunaticks
: 28912889father
Anselmo, pray fetch him forth: this mad woman is
28922890his wife, and tho
shee were not with child, yet did
she long
28932891mo
st spitefully to haue her husband mad, and becau
se
shee
28942893would be
sure, he
should turne Iew,
she placde him here in
28972896Duke. Come hither Signior--Are you mad.
2899Duke. Why I know that.
29002898Cand. Then may you know, I am not mad, that know
29012899You are not mad, and that you are the duke
: 29022900None is mad here but one--How do you wife:
29032901What do you long for now?--pardon my Lord,
29042904Shee had lo
st her childes no
se els: I did cut out
29052905Penniworths of Lawne, the Lawne was yet mine owne:
29062906A carpet was yet my gowne, yet twas mine owne,
29072907I wore my mans coate. yet the cloath mine owne,
29082908Had a crackt crowne. the crowne was yet mine owne,
29092909She
sayes for this Ime mad, were her words true,
29102910I
should be mad indeed -- ô fooli
sh skill,
29112911Is patience madne
sse? Ile be a mad-man
still.
29122912Wife. Forgiue me, and ile vex your
spirit no more.
29132913Duk. Come, come, weele haue you
friends, ioyne hearts, (ioyne hands.
29152915Nay ri
se, for ill-deeds kneele vnto none but heauen.
29162916Duk. Signior, me thinkes, patience has laid on you
29172917Such heauy waight, that you
should loath it.
K 4 Duke.
THE HONEST WHORE.
29192919Duk. For he who
se bre
st is tender bloud
so coole,
29202920That no wrongs heate it, is a patient foole,
29212921What comfort do you
finde in being
so calme.
29222922Cand. That which greene wounds receiue
frō
soueraigne (balme,
29232923Patience my Lord; why tis the
soule of peace:
29242924Of all the vertues tis neer
st kin to heauen.
29252925It makes men looke like Gods; the be
st of men
29262926That ere wore earth about him, was a
su
fferer,
29272927A
soft, meeke, patient, humble, tranquill
spirit,
29282928The
fir
st true Gentleman that euer breathd;
29292929The
stock of
Patience then cannot be poore,
29302930All it de
sires, it has; what Monarch more
? 29322932That can be, for it doth embrace all wrongs,
29332933And
so chaines vp, lawyers and womens tongues.
29342934Tis the perpetuall pri
soners liberty:
29352935His walkes and Orchards: 'tis the bond-
slaues
freedome,
29362936And makes him
seeme prowd of each yron chaine.
29372937As tho he wore it more for
state then paine:
29382938It is the beggers Mu
sick, and thus
sings,
29392939Although their bodies beg, their
soules are kings:
29402940O my dread liege! It is the
sap of bli
sse,
29412941Reares vs aloft; makes men and Angels ki
sse,
29422942And (la
st of all) to end a hou
should
strife,
29432943It is the hunny gain
st a wa
spi
sh wife.
29442944Duke. Thou giu'
st it liuely coulours: who dare
say
29452945he's mad, who
se words march in
so good aray?
29462946Twere
sinne all women
should
such husbands haue.
29472947For euery man mu
st then be his wiues
slaue.
29482948Come therefore you
shall teach our court to
shine,
29492949So calme a
spirit is worth a golden Mine,
29502950Wiues (with meeke husbands) that to vex them long,
29512951In Bedlam mu
st they dwell, els dwell they wrong.