Junip. Well, then God save the duke's majesty; is this any harm now? speak, is this any harm now? Oni. No, nor good neither, 'sblood. Junip. You do indeed? Junip. 'Tis sufficient; page carry my purse; dog me. [Exit. Oni. Gentlemen, leave him not; you see in what case he is; he is not in adversity, his purse is full of money; leave him not. [Exeunt. Enter Angelo, with Rachel. Ang. Nay, gentle Rachel. Rach. Away, forbear, ungentle Angelo, Touch not my body with those impious hands, [heart, That, like hot irons, sear my trembling And make it hiss at your disloyalty. Enter Chamont, Paulo Ferneze. Was this your drift, to use Ferneze's name? Was he your fittest stale? O wild dishonour! Paul. Stay, noble sir. Ang. 'Sblood, how like a puppet do you talk now! [fool; Dishonour! what dishonour? come, come, Nay, then I see y'are peevish. S'heart, dis honour! Pau. This would he do, base villain. Paul. Thou monster! even the soul treachery ! O what dishonour'd title of reproach May my tongue spit in thy deserved face! Methinks my very presence should invert The steeled organs of those traiterous eyes, To take into thy heart, and pierce it through. Turn'st thou them on the ground! wretch, dig a grave [heat. With their sharp points, to hide thy abhorred Sweet love, thy wrongs have been too vislent Since my departure from thee, I perceive; But now true comfort shall again appear, And, like an armed angel, guard thee sale From all th' assaults of cover'd villainy. Come, monsieur, let us go, and leave this wretch To his despair. Ang. My noble Ferneze. Pau. What canst thou speak to me, a not thy tongue, Forc'd with the torment of thy guilty soul, Pau. The very owl, whom other birds b stare And wonder at, shall hoot at thee; and snakes, [their In every bush, shall deaf thine ears with Cha. Nay, good my lord, give end unto your passions. [lost opinion. Ang. You shall see I will redeem your Pach. My lord, believe him. Sweet lord, you know our haste; let us to horse, The time for my engag'd return is past. Be friends again, take him along with you. Pan. Come, ignior Angelo, hereafter prove more true. [Exeunt. Enter count Ferneze, Maximilian, Francisco. Count. Tut, Maximilian, for your honour'd self, I am persuaded; but no words shall turn Enter Camillo bound, with servants. Max. My lord, there is no law to confirm this action. "Tis dishonourable. Count. Dishonourable, Maximilian! Cam. My lord, my lord, Use your extremest vengeance; I'll be glad To suffer ten times more for such a friend. Count. O resolute and peremptory wretch! Franc. My honour'd lord, let us intreat a word. Count. I'll hear no more; I say, he shall not live; Myself will do it. Stay, what form is this Stands betwixt him and me, and holds my hand? What miracle is this? 'tis my own fancy Chr. O my dear love, what is become of What unjust absence layest thou on my breast, [my back, Like weights of lead, when swords are at That run me thorough with thy unkind flight, My gentle disposition waxeth wild; I shall run frantick: O my love, my love! Enter Juques. Jaq. My gold, my gold, my life, my soul, What is become of thee? see, I'll impart Let me have search, my lord, my gold is Chr. O father, where's my love? were you so careless To let an unthrift steal away your child? Jaq. I know your lordship may find out my gold. For god's sake pity me; justice, sweet lord. Count. Now they have young Chamont, Christophero, Surely they never will restore my son. Chr. Who would have thought you could have been so careless To lose your only daughter? Jaq. Who would think That looking to my gold with such hare's eyes, That ever open, I, even when I sleep, Count. O my son, my son! Count. O god, that we should let Cha- Enter Aurelia, Phenixella. Chr. I, and that Rachel, such a virtuous maid, Should be thus stolen away. Jaq. And that my gold, Being so hid in earth, should be found out. Mux. O confusion of languages, and yet no tower of Babel! Fran. Ladies, beshrew me, if you come not fit To make a jangling consort; will you laugh To see three constant passions. Max. Stand by, [comforted? I will urge them; sweet count, will you be Count. It cannot be But he is handled the most cruelly Max. Steward, go chear my lord. Max. Sirrah, speak you touching your Jag. O that I could so soon forget to know The thief again that had my gold, my gold. Max. Is not this pure? Count. O thou base wretch, I'll drag thee through the streets; Enter Balthasar, and whispers with him. And as a monster make thee wonder'd at. How now? Phan. Sweet gentleman, how too unwor thily Art thou thus tortur'd! brave Maximilian, Pity the poor youth, and appease my father. Count. How! my son return'd! O Maxi milian, Francisco, daughters! bid him enter here. Aur. Now god-a-mercy fortune, and sweet Venus. Let Cupid do his part, and all is well. Phan. Methinks, my heart's in heaven with this comfort. Chamont. Is this the true Italian courtesy ? Ferneze, were you tortur'd thus in France? By my soul's safety Count. My most noble lord, Wrong not your age with flexure of a knee, Count. Oworthy gentlemen, I am asham'd That my extreme affection to my son Should give my honour so uncur❜d a maim ; But my first son being in Vicenza lost. Cha. How! in Vicenza! lost you a son there? About what time, my lord? Count. O the same night Wherein your noble father took the town. Cha. How long's that since, my lord? can you remember? Count: 'Tis now well nigh upon the twen tieth year. Cha. And how old was he then? Cha. I cannot tell; [it. Between the years of three and four, I take Cha. Had he no special note in his at tire, Or otherwise, that you can call to mind? Cha. How did you call your son, my lord? Cha. Then no more my Gasper, but Ca- Take notice of your father. Gentlemen, Stand not amaz'd; here is a tablet, With that inscription, found about his neck, That night, and in Vicenza, by my father, (Who being ignorant what name he had Phan. O strange! my brother! Behold how the abundance of his joy Forgive thy father's late austerity. Max. My lord, I delivered as much be fore, but your honour would not be per suaded; I will hereafter give more observance to my visions; I dreamt of this. Jaq. I can be still no longer, my good! lord; Lors Do a poor man some grace amongst all your Count. Why what's the matter, Jaques Jaq. I am robb'd; I am undone, my lord; robb'd and undere Jaq. No, I disclain in her; I spit at her: She is a harlot, and her customers, Your son, this gallant, and your stewar here, Have all been partners with her in my spe No less than thirty thousand. Count. Jaques, Jaques, This is impossible; how shouldst thou con I have betray'd myself with my own tongue) Count. Some one stay him here. Max. What means he to depart? Ferneze, upon my soul this beggar, t beggar is a counterfeit. Urge him: didst thou lose gold? And now no gold? was Rachel first thy ch Jaq. I, my lord. What shall I do? I have no starting-holes, Monsieur Chamont, stand you, my honor lord. Cha. For what, old man? Jag. Il-gotten goods ne'er thrive; I play'd the thief, and now am robb'd my self. I am not what I seem, Jaques de Prie, Nor was I born a beggar as I am, crowns. Count. Mass, who was it told me, that a couple of my men were become gallants of Hate? Fran. Marry, 'twas I, my lord; my man told me. Enter Onion and Juniper. Max. What, monsieur Onion! men? Oni. Hinds, sir! 'sblood, and that word will bear an action; it shall cost us a thouand pound a piece, but we'll be reveng'd. Junip. Wilt thou sell thy lordship, count? Max. O transmutation of elements! it is Certified you had pages. Junip. I, sir; but it is known they proved ridiculous; they did pilfer, they did purloin, they did procrastinate our purses; For the which wasting of our stock, we have put them to the stocks. Count. And thither shall you two presently. These be the villains that stole Jaques' gold; Away with them, and set them with their men. Max. Onion, you will now be peel'd. Fran. The case is alter'd now. Oni. Good my lord, good my lord. Shall we be be confiscate now? shall we droop now? Shall we be now in helogabolus ? Oni. Peace, peace, leave thy gabling. Count. Away, away with them; what's this they prate? [Exeunt with Juniper and Onion. Keep the knaves sure; strict inquisition Shall presently be made for Jaques' gold, To be dispos'd at pleasure of Chamont. Cha. She is your own, lord Paulo, if your father Give his consent. is alter'd. Ang. How now, Christophero! the case [tent, sir. Cha. With you as well as me; I am conCount. With all my heart; and in ex change of her, (If with you fair acceptance it may stand) I tender my Aurelia to your love. Cha. I take her from your lordship with all thanks, And bless the hour wherein I was made prisoner, For the fruition of this present fortune, Max. Well, I will now swear the case is altered. Lady, fare you well; I will subdue my affections. Madam, as for you, you are a profest virgin, and I will be silent. My honourable lord Ferneze, it shall become you at this time not to be frugal, but bounteous, and open-handed; your fortune hath been so to you, lord Chamont. You are now no stranger; you must be welcome; you have a fair, amiable, and splendid lady: but signior Paulo, signior Camillo, I know you valiant, be loving. Lady, I must be better known to you. Signiors, for you, I pass you not, though I let you pass; for in truth I pass not of you. Lovers to your nuptials, lordlings to your dances; march fair all, for a fair march is worth a king's ransome. LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY This Comedy was sundry times ected by the Children of the Black-Friars FINIS. [Exeunt. |