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The rogue

Girt thee hard, Pru. Pox o' this errant taylor, He angers me beyond all mark of patience. These base mechanicks never keep their

word, In any thing they promise.

Prú. 'Tis their trade, madam, To swear and break, they all grow rich by breaking,

credits, More than their words; their honesties, and Are still the first commodity they put oif. Lad. And worst, it seems, which makes

'ein do't so oft n. If he had but broke with me, I had not car'd But with the company, the body-politickPru. Frustrate our whole design, having

that time, And the materials in so long before? [us ? Lad. And he to fail in all, and disappoint

deserves a torture-
Pru. To be crop'd
With his own scissars.

Lad. Let's devise him one.
Pru. And ha’ the stumps sear'd

up

with his own searing candle ? Lad. Close to his head, to trundle on his pillow ?

[measures. I'll ha' the lease of his house cut out into

Pru. And he be strangled with’em.
Lad. No, no life

(yard I would ha' toucht, but stretch'd on his own He should be a little, ha’ the strappado ! Pru. Or an ell of tatsata

(fir'd Drawn thro' his guts, by way of glyster, and With aqua vitæ !

Lad. Burning i' the hand
With the pressing-iron cannot save him.

Pru. Yes,
Now I have got this on: ! do forgive him,
What robes he should ha' brought.

Lad. Thou art not cruel,
Although strait-lac'd, I see, Pru!

Pru. This is well.
Lad. 'Tis rich enough, but 'tis not what

I nieant thee?
I would ha' bad thee braver than myself,
And brighter far. 'Twill hit the players yet,
When thou hast done with it, and yield thee

somewhat. Pru. That were illiberal, madam, and mere

sordid In me, to let a suit of yours come there. Lud. Tut, all are players, and but serve

the scene, Prus Dispatch: I fear thou dost not like the

province, Thou art so long a fitting thyself for it. Here is a scarf to make thee a knot finer.

Pru. You send me a-scasting, madam.
Lad. Wear it, wench.
Pru. Yes, but with leave o' your lady-

ship, I would tell you, This can but bear the face of an odd journey.

Lad. Why, Pru?

Pru. A lady of your rank and quality, To come to a public inn, so many men, Young lords and others, i' your company!

And not a woman but myself, a chambermaid !

[fear it not, Lad. Thou doubtest to be overlaid, Pru? I'll bear my part, and share with thee i' the venture.

[main, Prů. O but the censure, madamn, is the What will they say of you? or judge of me? To be translated thus; 'bove all the bound Of fitness or decorum?

Lad. How now, Pru ! Turn’d fool upo' the sudden, and talk idly

I'thy best clothes ! shoot bolts and sentences T'atfright babies with! as if I liv'd To any other scale than what's my own? Or sought inyself, without myself, from home?

[fault, Pru. Your ladyship will pardon me my If I have over-shot, I'll shoot no more. Lad. Yes shoot again, good Pru, l'll ha’

thee shoot, And aim, and bit: I know 'tis love in thee, And so I do interpret it.

Pru. Then, madam, I'ld crave a farther leave.

Lad. Be it to license, It sha' not want an ear, Pru. Say, what is it?

Pru. A toy I have, to raise a little inirth To the design in land.

Lud. Out with it, Pru, If it but chime of mirth.

Pru. Mine host has, madam, A pretty boy i'the house, a dainty child, His son, and is of your ladyship's name, too

Francis, Whom if your ladyship would borrow of him, And give me leave to dress him as I would, Should inake the finest lady and kinswoinan, To keep you company, and deceive my

lords, Upo' the matter, with a fountain o' sport. Lad. I apprehend thee, and the source of

inirth That it

may breed; but is he bold enough, The child and well assur'd ?

Pru. As I am, madam, Have him in no suspicion, more than me. Here comes mine host; will you but please

to ask him, Or let me make the motion ?

Lad. Which thou wilt, Pru.

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SCENE II. Host, Lady, Prudince, Frank. Host. Your ladyship, and all your train

are welcome. Lad. I thank my learly host.

Host. So is your sovereignty, Madam, I wish you joy o' your new gown. Lud. It should ha' been, my host; but Stuil our taylor

(comises Ilas broke with us; you shall be othe Pru. He will deserve it, illaulam.

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Lad. I, very fain, I pray thee let me see Lad. A miracle ! him, host.

Pru. Good madam, Host. Your ladyship shall presently: But take him in, and sort a suit for him. Bid Frank come hither, anon, unto my lady. I'll give our Trundle his instructions ; It is a bashful child, homely brought up, And wait upon your ladyship i' the instant. In a rude hostelry. But the Light-Heart Lad. But Pru, what'shall we call hiin, Is now his father's, and it may be his.

when we ha' drest him? Here he comes. Frank, salute my lady. Pru. My lady No-body, any thing, what fra. I do.

[birth-right, What, madam, I am design'd to do, by my Lad. Call him Lætitia, by my sister's name, As heir of the Light-Heart, bid you most And so 'twill mind our mirth too we have welcome.

[boy,

in hand'. Lad. And I believe your most, my pretty Being so eniphased by you.

SCENE III. Fra. Your ladyship, madam,

Prudence, Trundle. If you believe it such, are sure to make it. Lad. Prettily answered ! Is your name Pru. Good Trundle, you must straight Francis?

make ready the coach, Fra. Yes, madam.

And lead the horses out but half a mile, Lad. I love mine own the better.

Into the fields, whither you will, and then Fra. If I knew yours,

[madam. Drive in again with the coach-leaves put I should make haste to do so too, good

down, Lad. It is the same with yours.

At the back gate, and so to the back stairs, Fra. Mine then acknowledgeth

As if you brought in somebody to my lady, The lustre it receives, by being nam’d after. A kinswoman that she sent for. Make that Lad. You will win upon me in compliment.

answer, Fra. By silence.

If you be ask'd; and give it outi'the house so. Lad. A'modest and fair well-spoken child. Tru. What trick is this, good mistress Host. Her ladyship shall have him, sove

Secretary,
reign Pru,

You'ld put upon us?
Or what I have beside; divide my Heart Pru. Us? do you speak plural?
Between you and your lady. Make your Tru. Me and my inares are us.
use of it:

[hold, Pru. If you so join 'em, My house is yours, my son is

yours.

Be- Elegant Trundle, you may use your figures: I tender him to your service ; Frank, be- I can but urge, it is my lady's service.

[Only this, Tru. Good mistress Prudence, you can What these brave ladies would ha' you.

urge enough; There is a chare-woman i' the house, his I know you are secretary to my lady, nurse,

And mistress steward. An Irish-woman, I took in a beggar,

Pru. You'll still be trundling, That waits upon him, a poor, silly fool, And ha' your wages stopt, now at the audit. But an impertinent and sedulous one

Tru. Tis true, you're gentlewoman o' the As ever was; will vex you on all occasions,

horse too; Never be off, or from you, but in her sleep; Or what you will beside, Pru. I do think it Or drink which makes it ; she doth love My best t obey you.

(shape, Pru. And I think so too, Trundle. Or rather doat on him. Now, for her, a And we may dress her (and I'll help) to fit

SCENE IV. her With a tuft-taffata cloke, an old French hood,

Beaufort, Latimer, Host. And other pieces, heterogene enough.

Bea. Why, here's return enough of both Pru. We ha' brought a standard of appa

our ventures, rel down,

If we do make no more discovery.
Because this taylor fail'd us i' the main.

Lat. What?
Host. She shall advance the game. Then o' this parasite ?
Pru. About it then.

[to me. Bea. O, he's a dainty one, And send but Trundle hither, the coachman, The parasite o' the house. Host. I shall ; but Pru, let Lovel ha' fair Lat. Here comes mine host. quarter.

Host. My lords, you both are welcome Pru. The best.

[some!

to the Heart.
Lad. Our host (methinks) is very game- Bea. To the Light-Heart, we hope.
Pru. How like

you
the boy?

Lat. And inerry,

I swear. "And so 'twill MIND our mirth too we have in hand.] A marginal reading, in Mr. Theobald's copy, proposes mend nur mirth, as the juster expression; and indeed, mind out mirth is hardly sense, without putting on it a very harsh construction.

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him so,

We never yet felt such a sit of laughter, Fly. This is the day.

[tor, As your glad Heart hath offered us sin’ we Tip. I'll hear thee, and I'll ha' thee a doc. entred.

Thou shalt be one, thou hast a doctor's look! Bea. How came you by this property? A face disputative, of Salamanca. Host. Who! my Fly?

Host. Who's this? Bea. Your Fly, if you call him so.

Lat. The glorious colonel Tipto, host. Host. Nay, he is that,

Bea. One talks upon his tiptoes, if you'll And will be still.

hear him.

(Fly. Bea. In every dish and pot ?

Tip. Thou hast good learning in thee, macte Host. In every cupand company, nylords, Fly. And I say macte to iny colonel. A creature of all liquors, all complexions, Host. Well macted of 'em both. Be the drink what it will he'll have his sip. Bea. They are match'd i' faith. Lat. He's fitted with a name.

Tip. But Fly, why mucte ? Host. And he joys in’t.

Fly. Quasi magis aucte, I had him when I came to take the Inn here, My honourable colonel. Assign'd me over in the inventory,

Tip. What a critique ! As an old implement, a piece of household- Host. There's another accession, critique stuff,

Fly.

sticks And so he doth remain.

Lat. I fear a taint here i' the mathemaBea. Just such a thing

They say, lines parallel do never meet; We thought him.

He has met his parallel in wit and school. Lat. Is he a scholar?

craft. Host. Nothing less.

Bea. They side, not meet, man, mend But colours for it, as you see: wears black,

your metaphor, And speaks a little tainted, fly-blown Latin, And save the credit of your mathematicks: After the school.

Tip. But Fly, how cam'st thou to be here, Bea. Of Stratford o' the Bow :

committed For Lillie's Latin is to him unknown. Unto this Inn? Lat. What calling has he?

Fly. Upon suspicion e' drink, sir? Host. Only to call in still,

I was taken late one night here with the Enflame the reckoning, bold to charge a bill,

tapster, Bring up the shot i’ the rear, as his own And the under-officers, and so deposited. word is.

[house? Tip. I will redeem thee, Fly, and place Bea. And do's it in the discipline of the

thee better, As corporal o' the field, maestro del campo? With a fair lady.

Host. And visiter-general of all the rooms: Fly. A lady, sweet sir Glorious ! He has forin'd a fine militia for the Inn too. Tip. A sov'reign lady. Thou shalt be Bea. And means to publish it?

the bird

[Fly, Host. With all his titles ;

To sovereign Pru, queen of our sports, her Some call him deacon Fly, some doctor Fly; The Fly in household and in ordinary; Some captain, some lieutenant: but my folks Bird of her ear, and she shall wear thee there! Do call him quarter-master Fly, which he is. A Fly of gold, enameld, and a School-fly.

Höst. The school then, are my stables, SCENE V.

or the cellar,

Where he doth study deeply, at his hours, Tipto, Host, Fly, L. Beaufort, L. Latimer.

Cases of cups, I do not know how spic'd Tip. Come, quarter-master Fly.

With conscience, for the tapster and the Host. Here's one already

hostler; as Hath got his titles.

Whose horses may be cozen'd? or what jugs Tip. Doctor!

Filld up with froth ? that is his way of Fly. Noble colonel !

learning.

[talks? No doctor, yet a poor professor of ceremony, Tip. What antiquated feather's that that Here i’ the Inu, retainer to the host,

Fly. The worshipful host, my patron, mr. I discipline the house.

Goodstock, Tip. Thou read'st a lecture

A merry Greek, and cants in Latin comely, Unto the family here : when is the day? Spins like the parish-top.

After the school.
Bea. Of STRATFORD O' THE Bow :

For Lillie's Latin is to him unknown.] Alluding to the following lines in Chaucer's Character of the Prioress :

“ And French she spake full fayr and fetisly,
“ After the school of Stratford attè Bowe,

" For French of Paris was to her unknowe.” * Unto this Inn ? upon suspicion of drink, sir.] It is evident the latter part of this line must be given to Fly, whose name I have therefore inserted wbere it should be.

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nies cuerpo,

your bird.

Tip. I'll set him up then.

Gi' me the moderns. Art thou the Dominus ?

Fly. Sir,'he minds no moderns, Host. Fac-iotum here, sir.

'Go by, Hieronimo! Tip. Host really o’ the house ? and cap Tip. What was he?

of maintenance ? cap-a-pie; Fly. The Italian, Host. The lord o' the Light-Heart, sir, That play'd with abbot Antony i' the Fryers, Whereof the feather is the emblem, colonel, And Blinkin-sops the bold. Put up with the Ace of Hearts !

Tip. I marry, those Tip. But why in cuerpo ?

Had fencing names, what's become o' them? I hate to see an host, and old, in cuerpo. Host. They had their times, and we can Host. Cuerpo ? what's that?

say, they were. Tip. Light-skipping hose and doublet. So bad Caranza his; so had dou Lewis. The horse-boys garb? poor blank and half Tip. Don Lewis of Madrid is the sole blank

miaster They relish not the gravity of an host, Now of the world. Who should be king at arms, and ceremo- Host. But this o' the other world

[weights: Euclid demonstrates ! he! he's for all! In his own house! know all, to the gold The only fencer of name, now in Elysium. Bea. Why that his Fly doth for him here, Fly. He does it all by lines and angles,

(host,

colonel; Tip. But I would do it myself were ! my By parallels and sections, has his diagrams! I would not speak unto a cook of quality, Bea. Wilt thou be flying, Fly? Your lordship’s footman, or my lady's Lat. At all, why not? Trundle,

The air's as free for a fly as for an eagle. In Cuerpo! if a dog but stay'd below,

Bea. A buzzard! he is in his contempla: That were a dog of fashion, and well nos'd,

tion ! And could present himself; I would put on Tip. Euclid a fencer, and in the Elysium! The Savoy chain about my neck, the ruff Host. He play'd a prize last week with And cuffs of Flanders, then the Naples hat,

Archimedes, With the Rome hatband, and the Florentine And beat him I assure you. agate,

Tip. Do you assure me? The Milan sword, the cloke of Genoa, set For what? With Brabant buttons; all my given pieces Host. For four i' the hundred. Gi' me five, Except my gloves, the natives of Madrid, And I assure you again. To entertain him in; and compliment

Tip. Host peremptory,

[you this? With a tame coney, as with a prince that You may be ta’en, but where? wlience had seut it.

[every man; Host. 'l'po' the road. A post that came Host. The same deeds, tho', become not

from thence, That that fits a colonel, will not fit an host. Three days ago, here, lest it with the tapster. Tip. Your Spanish host is never seen in Fly. Who is indeed a thorough-fare of cuerpo,

tellow Without his paramentos, cloke and sword. Jack Jug with the broken belly, a willy Fly. Sir, he has the father [nish stil'd

Host. Your bird here heard him. Of swords within, a long sword ; blade Cor- Tip. Did you hear him, bird ? Of sir Rud Hughdebras. (thy sense? Host. Speak i' the faith of a Fly.

Töp. And why thy longgword, bully bird? Fly. Yes, and he told us Fly. To note him a tall man, and a mas- Ofone that was the prince of Orange's fencer. ter of fence.

[of don Lewis ? Tip. Stevinus ? Tip. But doth he teach the Spanish way Fly. Sir, the same bad challeng'd Euclid Fly. No, the Greek master he.

At thirty weapons more than Archimedes Tip. What call you him?

E'er saw, and engines; most of his own in Fly. Euclid.

(tick.
vention.

(reason, this! Tip. Fart upon Euclid, he is stale and an

may have credit, and chines Know all, to the GOLD WEIGHTS.] i. e. every minute particular, with great exactness. The weights made use of in weighing gold, being reducible to very small quantities, such is carats, grains, &c. It should be observed that this, and the following speech, occur almost verbatim in Fletcher's Love's Pilgrimage; so likewise does the ist scene of the 3d act, and I refer the reader to note the 2d on that act, where lie will find a reason assigned for it.

5 Tip. And with a long sword, bully-bird ? thy sense ?] I apprehend we have a slight mistake in this line : Fly had just before said, the host was possessed of a long sword; to which the other naturally replies,

And why a long suord, bully bird ? thy sense? i. e. reason for it. With therefore seems to be a corruption, and why the genuine reading:

Go by, lieriinYMO.] A by-word taken froni ine tragedy of Hicronymo, of which he reader has a full account in Every man in his humour.

news,

!

Tip. This

If any man endanger Euclid, bird,

Will make't a precedent else. Observe, that had the honour to quit Europe Lat. Well acted, Pru.

(she do This forty year, 'tis he. He put down Host. First minute of her reign ! what will Scaliger.

Forty years hence! God bless her! Fly. And he was a great master.

Pru. If you'll kiss, Beu. Not of fence, Fly.

Or compliment, my lord, behold a lady, Tip. Excuse him, lord, he went o' the A stranger, and my lady's kinswoman. same grounds.

(mortals. Bea. I do confess my rudeness, that had Bea. On the same earth, I think, with other

need Tip. I mean, sweet lord, the mathematicks. To have mine eye directed to this beauty. Basta!

Fra. It was so little, as it ask'd a perWhen thou know'st more, thou wilt take

spicill. Jess green honour.

Bea. Lady, your name? He had his circles, semicircles, quadrants- Fra. My lord, it is Lætitia. Fly. He writ a book o' the quadrature of Bea. Lætitia ! a fair omen' and I take it. the circle

Let me have still such Lettice for my lips : Tip. Cyclometria, I read

But that o' your family, lady? Bea. The title only.

Fra. Sylly, sir. Lat. And Indice.

Beu. My lady's kinswoman? Bea. If it had one ; of that quære:

Fra. I am so honour'd. What insolent, half-witted things these are? Host. Already, it takes ! Lat. So are all smatterers, insolent and Lad. An excellent fine boy: [sir. impudent.

Nur.Heis descended of a right good stock, Bea. They lightly go together.

Bea. What's this? an antiquary? Lat. 'Tis my wonder,

Host. An antiquity, Two animals should hawk at all discourse By th' dress, you'ld swear! an old Welsh thus ! (trieve

herald's widow: Fly every subject to the mark, or re- She's a wild Irish born! sir, and a Hybride, Bea. And never ha' the luck to be i' the That lives with this young lady a mile off right?

here, Lat. 'Tis some folks' fortune !

And studies Vincent against York'. Bea. Fortune is a bawd,

Bea. She'll conquer, And a blind beggar: 'tis their vanity! If she read Vincent. Let me study her. And shews most vilely!

Host. She's perfect in inost pedigrees, Tip. I could take the heart now

most descents.

[a coat. To write unto don Lewis into Spain,

Bea. A bawd, I hope, and knows to blaze To make a progress to the Elysian fields Host. And judgeth all things with a single Next summier

cye. Beu. And persuade him to die for fame, Fly, come you hither; no discovery, Of fencing with a shadow! Where's mine Of what you see, to your colonel Toe, or host?

Tip here, I would he had heard this bubble break, But keep all close, tho’ you stand in the

way o' preferment, SCENE VI.

Seek it off from the road; no flattery fort:

No lick-foot, pain of losing your proboscis : Host, Tipto, Prudence, Beaufort, Latimer,

My liquorish Fly.
Frank, Nurse, Ludy, Fly, Lovel.

Tip. What says old velvet-head? Host. Make place, stand by, for the Fly. He will present me himself, sir, if queen-regent, gentlemen.

you will not. Tip. This is thy queen that shall be, bird, Tip. Who? he present? what? whom? our sovereign.

an host ? a groom? [glories? Bea. Translated Prudence !

Divide the thanks with me ? share in my Pru. Sweet my lord, hand off;

Lay up. I say no more. It is not now, as when plain Prudence liv'd, Host. Then silence, sir, And reach'd her ladyship

And hear the sovereign. Host: The chamber-pot.

Tip. Hostlers ? to usurp Pru. The looking-glass, mine host; loose Upon my Sparta, or province, as they say? your house-metaphor ?

No broom but mine? You're a negligent memory indeed;

Host. Still, colonel, you mutter ! Speak the host's language. Here's a young Tip. I dare speak out, as Cuerpo. lord

Fly. Noble colonelAnd studies VINCENT against YORK.] There was a dispute on foot about this time þetween two heralds at arms; one was Vincent, and the other Brook who was York herald. Vincent published a book, intituled, A discocery of errors in two editions of the Catalogue u Nobility, written by Ralph Brook,

[i' faith.

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