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And tenderness of sense, we think an inso- They that do pull down churches, and delence [than deeds; face

[head. Worse than an injury, bare words worse The holiest altars, cannot hurt the GodWe are not so much troubled with the A calm wise man may shew as much truc wrong,


valour, As with the opinion of the wrong; like Amidst these popular provocations, We are made afraid with visors ! such poor As can an able captain shew security sounds

By his brave conduct, through an enemy's As is the lie, or common words of spight,

country. Wise laws thought never worthy a revenge ;

A wise man never goes the people's way: And 'tis the narrowness of human nature, But as the planets still move contrary Our poverty, and beggary of spirit,

To the world's motion; so doth he, to To take exception at these things. He

opinion. laugh'd at me!

He will examine, if those accidents He broke a jest ! a third took place of me! (Which common fame calls injuries) happen How most ridiculous quarrels are all these??

to him Notes of a queasie and sick stomach, la- Deservedly, or no? Come they deservedly, bouring

They are no wrongs then, but his punishWith want of a true injury! the main part

ments : Of the wrong, is our více of our taking it. If undeservedly, and he not guilty,

Lat. Or our interpreting it to be such. The doer of thein, first, should blush, not he. Lov. You take it rightly. If a woman, or Lat. Excellent !' child

Bea. Truth, and right! Give me the lie, would I be angry? no,

Fra. An oracle Not if I were i' my wits, sure I should Could not have spoken more! think it

Lad. Been more believ'd! No spice of a disgrace. No more is theirs, Pru. The whole court runs into your senIf I will think it, who are to be held

tence, sir ! In as contemptible a rank, or worse.

And see your second hour is almost ended. I am kept out a masque, sometime thrust Lad. It cannot be! O clip the wings of out,


time, Made wait a day, two, three, for a great Good Pru, or make him stand still with a Which (when it comes forth) is all frown

charm. and forehead!

[anger ! Distil the gout into it, cramps, all diseases What laughter should this breed, rather than Tarrest him in the foot, and fix him here: Out of the tumult of so many errors, O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks ! To feel with contemplation, mine own quiet! Or make the sun forget his motion ! If a great person do me an affront,

If I but knew what drink the time now lov’d, A giant of the time, sure I will bear it To set my Trundle at him, mine own BarOr out of patience, or necessity!


[To-mas. Shall I do more for fear, than for my Pru. Why? I'll consult our Shelee-nien, judgment ?

Nur. Er grae Chrecst.
For me now to be angry with Hodge Huffle, Bea. Wake her not.
Or Burst (his broken charge), if he be saucy,

Nur. Tower een cuppan
Or our own type of Spanish valour, Tipto, D'usque bagh doone.
(Who were be now necessited to beg,

Pru. Usque-bagh's her drink.
Would ask an alms, like Conde Olivares). But 'twi' not make the time drunk.
Were just to make niy self, such a vain Host. As't hath her.

Away with her, my lord, but marry her As one of them. If light wrongs touch me

first, Pru.

(lady. not,

Pru. I, that'll be sport anon too for my No more shall great; if not a few, not But she hath other game to fly at yet : niany.

(find The hour is come, your kiss. There's nought so sacred with us but may Lad. My servant's song, first. A sacrilegious person, yet the thing is

Pru. I say the kiss, first; and I so enNo less divine, 'cause the prophane can

join'd it : reach it.

At your own peril, do, make the contempt. He is shot-free, in battle is not hurt,

lad. Well, sir, you must be pay'd, and Not he that is not hit. So he is valiant,

legally: That yields not unto wrongs ; not he that Pru. Nay nothing, sir, beyond. 'scapes 'em :

Lov. One more I except. ? How most ridiculous quarrels are all these ?] It is not improbable, that the zeal and good sense our author hath expressed against the senseless and impious mode of duelling, so prevalent at that time, might contribute to raise a party against him in order to damo bi play, which accounts for its want of success, when represented on the stage.

This was but half a kiss, and I would Of the Light-Heart, here, that hath laught change it.

Host. Who, I?

at allPru. The court's dissolv'd, remov'd, and Lot. Laugli on, sir, I'll to bed and sleep, the play ended.

And dream away the vapour of love, if No soundt, or air of love more, I decree it.

ih' house Loc. Froin what a happiness hath that one And your leer drunkards let me word

Lad. Pru. Thrown me into the gulf of misery?

Pru. Sweet madam. To what a bottomless despair? how like Lud. Why would you let hiin go thus ? A court removing, or an ended play,

Pru. In vihose power Shews my abrupt precipitate estate,

Was it to stay him, prop'rer than iny lady's: By how much more my vain hopes were Lad. Why, in her lady's? are not you increas'u

the sovereign? By these false hours of conversation ?

Pru. Would you in conscience, madam, Did not I prophesy this of myself,

ha' me vex And gave the true prognosticks? O my His patience more? brain !


Lud. Not but apply the cure, How art thou turned ! and my blood con

Now it is vext. My sinews slackned ! and my marrow melted! Pru. That's but one body's work: That I remember not where I have been, Two cannot do the same thing handsomely. Or what I am ! only my tongue's on fire ; Lad. But had not you the authority absoAnd burning downwari, hurls forth coals


(lady Frampul, and cinders,

Pru. And were not you i' rebellion, To tell, this temple of love will soon be From the beginning? ashes!

stress. Lud. I was somewhat froward, Come indignation, now, and be my mis- I must confess, but frowardness sometime No more of Love's ungrateful tyranny; Becomes a beauty, being but a visor His wheel of torture, and his pits of bird- Put on. You'll let a lady wear her masque, lime,

Pru. His nets of nooses, whirl-pools of vexation, Pru. But how do I know, when her His mills, to grind his servants into powder

ladyship is pleas'd I will go catch the wind first in a sieve, To leave it oit, except she tell me so? Weigh smoak, and measure shadows, plough Lad. You might have known that by niy the water;

looks, and language, And sow my hopes there, ere I stay in love. Had you been but regardant, or observant.

Lat. My jealousy is oit, I am now secure. One woman reads another's character, Lov. Farewell the craft of crocodiles, Without the teclious trouble of deciphering, women's piety,

If she but give her mind to't; you knew And practice of it, in this art of flattering,

well, And fooling men. I ha' not lost my reason, It could not sort with any reputation Though I have lent my self out for two Of mine, to come in first, having stood out hours,

So long, without conditions for mine honour. Thus to be bafiled by a chamber-maid,

Pru. I thought you did expect none, And the good actor, her lady, afore mine

you so jeer'd him, host

And put him off with scorn& Lov. I'll to bed and sleep,

If th' house, and your LEER DRUNKARDS let me.] The word occurs before in Bartholomete-fair; “ The author doth promise a strutting horse-courser, with a leer

drunkard, two or three to attend him, in as good equipage as you would wish." Induct. And though the meaning of the word leer cannot very easily be settled, the expression seems in both places to denote noisy, laughing, rvaring drunkards : and this observation will give light to a passage in Beaumont and Fletcher, which the ingenious editor could not so readily explain. Launcelot, in Alonsieur Thomas, act 4. sc. 2, is deseribing a riot, or frolick, as the moderns call it, which his young master bad engaged in the night before: and in relating the incidents of this action, he has the following phrase ; “ Foctra for leers and lecrings;

-O the noise, " The noise we made.”. Mr. Seward, not finding a meaning to leers and leerings that would suit the context, proposes laws and lawyers as a conjectural emendation, but does not venture to insert it in ihe text. But leers and leerings seem to signify the same with icer-drunkards, and leer-drinkings, and this sense of it agrees well with the context; as if he had said, the most jovial set of noisy bacchanalian drunkards were sons of silence and calm midnight, compared to the clameur and tumult we raised on this occasion.

“ Footra for leers and leerings: ( the noise,
“ The noise we made.".

Lad. Who, I, with scorn? I did express my love to idolatry rather, And so am justly plagu’d, not understood. Pru. I swear I thought you had dis

sembled, madam, And doubt you do so yet.

Lud. Dull, stupid wench! Stay i' thy state of ignorance still, be damn'd; An idiot chambermaid! bath all my care, My breeding thee in fashion, thy rich clothes, Honour, and titles wrought no brighter

effects On thy dark soul than thus? Well! go thy

ways; Were not the taylor's wife to be demolishid, Ruin'd, uncas'd, thou should'st be she, I Pru. Why, take your spangled properties,

your gown Ad scarfs.

Lad. Pru, Pru, what dost thou mean?

Pru. I will not buy this play-boy's bravery At such a price, to be upbraided for it, Thus, every minute.

Lad. Take it not to heart so.
Pru. The taylor's wife? there was a word

of scern!
Lad. It was a word fell from me, Pru, by

cliance. Pru. Good madam, please to undeceive

yourselt, I know when words do slip, and when they

are darted

With all their bitterness: uncas'd, demo

lish'd ? An idiot--chambermaid, stupid, and dull ? Be damn'd for ignorance? I will be so; And think I do deserve it, that, and more, Much inore I do.

Lad. Here connes mine host ! no crying! Good Pru. Where is my servant Lovel,

host? Host. You ha'sent him up to bed, would

you would follow him ! And make in v house amends!

Lad. Would you advise it?
Host. I would I could command it. My

Light Heart
Should leap till midnight.

Lad. Pray thee be not sullen, I yet must ha' thy counsel. Thou shalt

wear, Pru; The new gown yet.

Pru. After the ta vlor's wife?
Lad. Come, be not angry, or griey'd : I

have a project. Host. Wake Sheelee-nien Thomas! is

this your heraldry And keeping of records, to loose the main ? Where is your charge?

Nur. Gra Chreest!

Host. Go ask th' oracle O' the bottle, at your girdle, there you

lost it: You are a sober setter of the watch.


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Host, Fly. Host. VOME, Fly and Legacy, the bird

o the Heart : Prime insect of the inn, professor, quarter

master, As ever thou deserved’st thy daily drink, Padling in sack, and licking i’ the same, Now shew thyself an implement of price, And help to raise a nap to us, out of bothing. Thow saw'st 'em married ?

Fly. I do think I did, And heard the words, Philip, I take thee,

Lætice. I

gave her too, was then the father Fly, And heard the priest do his part, far as five

nobles Would lead him i’ the lines of matriinony.

Host. Where were they married?
Fly. I' the new stable.
Host. Ominous !

I ha' known many a church been made a

stable, But not a stable made a church till now: I wish 'em joy. Fly, was he a full priest? Fly. He belly'd for it, had his velvet sleeves,

[gown, And his branch'd cassock, a side-sweeping All his formalities, a good cranm'd divine! I went not far to fetch him, the next inn, Where he was lodg’l, for the action.

Host. Had they a licence ?

Fly. Licence of love, I saw no other, To pay the duties both of church and house; The angels flew about.

Host. Those birds send luck: And mirth will follow. I had thought to ha' sacrific'd,

[Fiy, To nierriment to-night, i' my Light-Heart, And like a noble poet, to have had My last act best : but all fails i' the plot. Lovel is

gone to bed; the lady Frampul

and purse

And sov’reign Pru fall’n out: Tipto and his ** Pru. I'll fire the charm first, regiment

I had rather die in a ditch with mistress Of mine-men, all drunk dumb, from his


[has it, whoop Barnaby, (tropicks. Without a smock, as the pitiful matter To his hoop Trundle: they are his two Than owe my wit to clothes, or ha' it beNo project to rear laughter on, but this,

holden. The marriage of lord Beaufort with Lætitia. Host. Stili spirit of Pru! Stay! what is here! the sattin gown redeem'd! Fly. And sinelling o' the sovereign! And Pru restor's in't to her lady's grace ! Pru. No, I will tell him, as it is indeed; Fly. She is set forth in't ! rigg'd for seme I come from the fine froward, Frampul lady, employment !

Once was run mad with pride, wild with Host. An embassy at least !


[scorn'd her

, Fly. Some treaty of state !

But late encountring a wise man, who Host. 'Tis a fine tack about ! and worth And knew the way to his own bed, without the observing.

Borrowing her warming-pan, she hath re

cover'd SCENE II.

Part of her wits; so much as to consider

How far she hath trespass’d, upon whom, Lady, Prudence, Host, Fly.

and how. Lad. Sweet Pru, I, now thou art a queen And now sits penitent and solitary, indeed!

l'em! Like the forsaken turtle, in the volary These robes do royally! and thou becom'st Of the Light-Heart, the cage, she hath So they do thee ! 'rich garments only fit

abus'd, The parties they are made for! they shame Mourning her folly, weeping at the height others.

She measures with her eyes, from whence How did they shew on goody Taylor's back!

she is fall'n,

(wood. Like a caparison for a sow, God save us !! Since she did branch it on the top o' the Thy putting 'em on hath purg'd, and hal- Lad. I pr’y thee, Pru, abuse me enough, low'd em


that's use me From all pollution meant by the mecha- As thou think'st fit, any coarse way, to Pru. Hang him, poor snip, a secular

humble me, shop-wit!

Or bring me home again, or Lovel on: H' hath nought but his sheers to claim by, Thou dost not know my sufferings, what I and his measures :


[freeze, His prentice may as well put in for his My fires and fears are met; I burn and And plead a stitch.

[needle, My liver's one great coal, my heart shrunk up Lad. They have no taint in 'em

With all the fibres, and the inass of blood Now of the taylor.

Within me, is a standing lake of fire, Pru. Yes, of his wife's hanches,

C'url'd with the cold wind of my gelid sighs, Thus thick o' fat; I smell 'em, o' the say. That drive a drift of sleet through all my Lad. It is restorative, Pru! with thy but

body, chafing it,

And shoot a February through my veins. A barren hind's grease may work miracles. Until I see him, I am drunk with thirst, Find but his chamber-door, and he will rise And surfeited with hunger of his presence. To thee! or if thou pleasest, feign to be I know not whér I am, or no, or speak, The wretched party herself, and com'st Or whether thou dost hear me. unto him

Pru. Spare expressions. In formâ pauperis, to crave the aid

I'll once more venture for your ladyship, Of his knight-errant valour, to the rescue So you will use your fortunes reverendly. Of thy distressed robes! name but thy Lud. Religiously, dear Pru; Love and gown,

his mother, And he will rise to that!

I'll build thein several churches, shrines, and · Like a COMPARISON for a srw, God save us !] I will not affirm that comparison for a gow, is a corruption, as it may possibly allude to a homely proverb we have amongst us but should the reader be inclined to think the present reading erroneous, we may

alter it

, without departing widely from the traces of the letters, by substituting a caparison.

Since the writing of these notes, I was favoured with the edition of this play, in 8vo, of 1631; and in that i had the satisfaction of finding the conjectural emendations I have made, confirmed ; and in particular, caparison is here the reading of that edition.

I know not where I am, or no.] l'here has no relation to place, but is here only a contraction of whether, and is spelt in the edition of 1631 in the manner it is given above : and our author so uses it in his epigrams;

“ Who shall doubt, Donne, whér I a poet be,
" When I dare send my epigrams to thee?”

Epig. 96.


And over head, I'll have, in the glass I do not see, how any storm or tempest windows,

Can help it now. The story of this day be painted, round, Pru. 'The thing being done and past, For the poor laity of love to read.

Yet bear it wisely, and like a lady of I'll make myself their book, nay, their

judgment. example,

Bea. She is that, secretary Pru. To bid them take occasion by the forelock, Pru. Why secretary, And play no after-games of love hereafter. My wise lord ? is your brain lately married ! Höst. And here your host, and's Fly, Bea. Your reign is ended, Pru, no sovewitness your vows,

reign now: And like two lucky birds, bring the presage

Your date is out, and dignity expir’d. Of a loud jest: lord Beaufort married is. Pru. I am annull’d, how can I treat with Lad. Ha !

Lovel, Fly. All-to-be-married.

Without a new commission? Pru. To whom, not your son ?

Lad. Thy gown's commission. Host. The same, Pru. If her ladyship Host. Have patience, Pru, expect, bid could take truce

the lord joy. A little with her passion, and give way

Pru. And this brave lady too. I wish To their mirth now running.

them joy. Lad. Runs it mirth, let't come,

Pei. Joy. It shall be well receiv’d, and much made

Jor. Joy. of it.

[conception. Jug. All joy. Pru. We inust of this, it was our own Host. I, the house full of joy.

Fly. Play the bells; fidlers, crack your SCENE III.

strings with joy.

Pru. But lady Lætice, you shew'd a Latimer. [To them.]

neglect Lat. Room for green rushes, raise the Un-to-be-pardon'd, to’ards my lady, your fidlers, chamberlain,

kinswoman, Call up the house in arms.

Not to advise with her. Host. This will rouze Lovel.

Bea. Good politic Pru, Fly. And bring him on too.

Urge not your state advice, your after-wit'; Lat. Sheelee-nien

'Tis near upbraiding. Get our bed ready, Runs like a heifer, bitten with the brieze,

| chamberlain,

[ceits, About the court, crying on Fly, and cursing. And, host, a bride-cup; you have raro conFly. For what, my lord ?

And good ingredients; ever an old host, Lat. Yo' were best hear that from her, Upo' the road, has his provocative drinks. It is no office, Fly, fits my relation.

Lat. He is either a good bawd, or a phyHere come the happy couple ! Joy, lord

sician. Beaufort.

Bea. 'Twas well he heard you not, his Fly. And my young lady too.

back was turn'd. Host. Much joy, my lord !

A bed, the genial bed, a brace of boys

To-night I play for.

Pru. Give us points, my


Bea. Here take 'em, Pru, my cod-piece Beaufort, Frank, Servant. [To them.]

point, and all.

[boys. Beau. I thank you all; I thank thee, I ha' clasps, my Lætice' arms, here take'em, father Fly.

What, is the chamber ready? Speak, why Madam, my cousin, you look discompos'd,

stare you
I have been bold with a sallad after supper, On one another?
your own lettice here.

Jor. No, sir.
Lad. You have, my lord.

Bea. And why no?
But laws of hospitality, and fair rites,

Jor. My master has forbid it. He yet Would have made me acquainted.

Beau. l' your own house,

That you are married.
I do acknowledge: else I much had trespass'd. Beå. Ask his vicar-general,
But in an inn, and public, where there is His Fly, here.

Fly. I must make that good, they are Of all community; a pardon o' course

married. May be su'd out.

Host. But I must make it bad, my hot Lat. It will, my lord, and carry it.

Urge not your state advice, your after-wit.] What is the meaning of state advice ? Grave advice; such as befits the solemnity of a state? Or is it not better to suppose it an error, and that stale advice was the poet's original word ? especially as the following expression seems to countenance the emendation.

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