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769.1[Scene 7]
Why sound these trumpets, in the Devil始s 772name?
To show the King comes.
To show the King comes?
7.6Not telling what I am, but what I seem:
7.10And such are all the affections of love
How now, my liege! What, quagmired in 782philosophy,
Peace, Lemot. They say the young Lord Dowsecer
7.17As men suppose,
Yea, but hark you, my liege, I始ll tell you a better 793humour than that. Here presently will be your fair love, 794Martia, to see his humour, and from thence, fair countess 795Florila and she will go unto Verone's ordinary, where none 796but you and I and Count Moren will be most merry.
Why, Count Moren, I hope, dares not adventure 798into any woman始s company but his wife始s.
Yes, as I will work, my liege, and then let me alone 800to keep him there till his wife comes.
That will be royal sport.
7.26.1803Enter Labervele, Labesha, and all the rest [the Countess, Moren, Foyes, Martia and Florila].
My liege, you are welcome to my poor house.
[Presenting Labesha] I pray, my liege, know this gentleman especially. 806He is a gentleman born, I can tell you.
With all my heart. What might I call your name?
Monsieur Labesha, Seigneur de Foulasa.
De Foulasa? An ill-sounding baronry, of my word. But 810to the purpose. Lord Labervele, we are come to see the 811humour of your rare son, which by some means I pray let 812us partake.
Your highness shall too unworthily partake the sight 814which I with grief and tears daily behold, seeing in him 815the end of my poor house.
You know not that, my lord. Your wife is young, 817and he perhaps hereafter may be moved to more society.
Would to God he would, that we might do to 819your crown of France more worthy and more acceptable820 service.
Thanks, good my lord. See where he appears.
7.37Say, Lavel, where is your friend, the young Lord Dowsecer?
I look, my liege, he will be here anon, but then I 826must entreat your majesty and all the rest to stand unseen, 827for he as yet will brook no company.
We will stand close, Lavel, but wherefore bring 829you this apparel, that picture, and that sword?
To put him, by the sight of them, in mind of their 831brave states that use them, or that at the least of the true use 832they should be put unto.
Indeed, the sense doth still stir up the soul, and 834though these objects do not work, yet it is very probable 835in time she may. At least, we shall discern his humour of them.
See where he comes contemplating. Stand close.
Quid ei potest videri magnum in rebus humanis cui aeternitas 839omnis totiusque nota sit mundi magnitudo.
7.47A speech divine, but yet I marvel much
7.51Wearing thyself by watchful candle-light,
7.55Armed with religious supplications,
7.59For acorns now no more are in request;
7.62Men were like giants then, but pygmies now,
How like you this humour, my liege?
This is no humour; this is but perfect judgement.
Is this a frenzy?
858Martia
Oh were all men such,
[Noticing the sword] See, see, the shameless world,
7.70With these gross ensigns of her lenity,
7.74By natural and casual accidents,
7.76Old aqua-vitae, and too base wines,
7.77.1[Noticing the hose and codpiece]
7.80And take away their merits and their spirits.
7.84For they may sing, in written books they find it.
7.87For let it be but mean, so in the fashion,
7.91A codpiece, nay indeed, but hose must down.
And so he doth despise our purposes.
Bear with him yet, my lord, he is not 882resolved.
I would not have my friend mock worthy men,
I do not here deride difference of states,
7.103Nor would I have with imitated shapes
7.108For nothing but their curls and formal locks,
7.112[Noticing the picture] But what a stock am I thus to neglect
Heavens grant that make him more humane, and 898sociable.
Nay, he始s more humane than all we are.
I fear he will be too sharp to that sweet sex.
She is very fair. I think that she be painted.
7.121They have small skill. If they were all of painting,
7.127Would joy in their society.
And who would not die with such a man?
But to admire them as our gallants do,
7.133Make such pollution of our earthly being.
Oh, happy man, now have I hope in her.
Methinks I could endure him days and nights.
Well, sir, now thus must I do, sir, ere it come to919women. ‘Now, sir始 — a plague upon it, 始tis so ridiculous I can no 920further. What poor ass was it that set this in my way? Now 921if my father should be the man — [Sees Labervele] God始s precious coals, 始tis 922he!
Good son, go forward in this gentle humour.
7.141Whom for our house and honour sake, I wish
To marry father? Why, we shall have children.
Why, that始s the end of marriage, and the joy of 929men.
Oh, how you are deceived. You have but me,
7.150To fat oxen, asses and such-like,
7.152Into beasts始 nourishment,
7.155Seeing my race is so profitably increased,
7.160But for the joys of children, tush, 始tis gone.
7.163And but in wealth no man hath any joy.
Some course, dear son, take for thy honour sake.
Then, father, here始s a most excellent corse.
This is some comfort yet.
If you will straight be gone and leave me here,
7.169And trouble none of you.
7.169.1[Sees Martia]
949Labervele
An hapless man.
How like you this humour yet, my liege?
As of a holy fury, not a frenzy.
See, see, my liege, he hath seen us sure.
Nay, look how he views Martia and makes 954him fine.
Yea, my liege, and she, as I hope well observed, hath 957uttered many kind conceits of hers.
Well, I始ll be gone, and when she comes to 959Verone始s ordinary, I始ll have her taken to my custody.
I始ll stay, my liege, and see the event of this.
Do so, Lemot.
7.177.1Exit the King.
What have I seen? How am I burnt to dust
7.182Into gestion? O divine aspect,
7.185My soul to sense, but sense unto my soul,
7.187But even as angels do to angels fly.
7.187.1Exit.
Fly soul and follow him.
I marvel much at my son始s sudden strange 971behaviour.
Bear with him yet, my lord, 始tis but his humour. 973Come. What, shall we go to Verone始s ordinary?
Yea, for God始s sake, for I am passing hungry.
Yea, come, Monsieur Lemot, will you walk?
What, will you go?
Yea, sweet bird, I have promised so.
Go to, you shall not go and leave me alone.
For one meal, gentle bird. Verone invites us to buy 980some jewels he hath brought of late from Italy. I始ll buy the 981best and bring it thee, so thou wilt let me go.
Well said, flattering Fabian. But tell me, then, what 983ladies will be there?
Ladies? Why, none.
No ladies use to come to ordinaries, madam.
Go to, bird, tell me now the very truth.
None of mine honour, bird. You never heard that 988ladies came to ordinaries.
Oh, that始s because I should not go with you.
Why, 始tis not fit you should.
Well, hark you, bird, of my word you shall not go, 993unless you will swear to me, you will neither court nor 994kiss a dame in any sort, till you come home again.
Why, I swear I will not.
Go to, by this kiss.
Yea, by this kiss.
Martia, learn by this when you are a wife.
I like the kissing well.
My lord, I始ll leave you. Your son Dowsecer hath 1001made me melancholy with his humour, and I始ll go lock 1002myself in my close walk till supper-time.
What, and not dine today?
No, my good head. Come, Martia, you and I will 1005fast together.
With all my heart, madam.
7.213.1Exit [with Florila].
Well, gentlemen, I始ll go see my son.
7.214.1Exit.
By始rlady, gentlemen, I始ll go home to dinner.
Home to dinner? By始rlord, but you shall not. You 1010shall go with us to the ordinary, where you shall meet 1011gentlemen of so good carriage and passing complements it 1012will do your heart good to see them. Why, you never saw the
1013best sort of gentlemen if not at ordinaries.
I promise you that始s rare, my lord. And, Monsieur 1015Lemot, I始ll meet you there presently.
We始ll expect your coming.