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Yet, rather than my father's reverend dust To my own cause. Already I have found
Shall want a place in that fair monument, Your lordships bountiful in your favours to me;
In which our noble ancestors lie entombed," And that should teach my modesty to end here,
Before the court I offer up myself

And press your loves no farther.
A prisoner for it. Load me with those irons Croy. There is nothing
That have worn out his life: in my best strength The court can grant, but with assurance you
I'll run to the encounter of cold hunger,

May ask it, and obtain it. And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, Roch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and So he may be released.

'tis not fit i Cred. What mean you, sir?

Your favours should be lost: Besides, it has been 2 Addo. Only your fee again: There's so A custom many years, at the surrendering much said

The place I now give up, to grant the president Already in this cause, and said so well,

One boon, that parted with it. And, to confirm That, should I only offer to speak in it,

Your grace towards me, against all such as may I should be or not heard, or laughed at for it. Detract


actions and life hereafter, i Cred, 'Tis the first money advocate e'er gave I now prefer it to you. back,

Du Croy. Speak it freely. Though he said nothing.

Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, Roch. Be advised, young lord,

And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong And well consider it; you throw away

Was equal to the injury that was done Your liberty and joys of life together:

To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, Your bounty is employed upon a subject And now sign his enlargement. That is not sensible of it, with which wise man Nov. sen. Pray you demand Never abused his goodness. The great virtues The moiety of my estate, or any thing of your dead father vindicate themselves Within my power but this. From these men's malice, and break ope the Roch. Am I denied then my first and last reprison,

quest? Though it contain his body.

Du Croy. It must not be. Not. sen. Let him alone :

2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. If he love cords, in God's name, let him wear 3 Pre. And I. them,

And, if persuasion will not work him to it, Provided these consent.

We will make known our power. Char. I hope they are not

Nov. sen. You are too violent; So ignorant in any way of profit,

You shall have my consent. But would you had As to neglect a possibility

Made trial of my love in any thing To get their own, by seeking it from that But this, you should have found then-But it Which can return them nothing but ill fame,

skills not. And curses for their barbarous cruelties. You have what you desire. 3 Cred. What think you of the offer?

Roch. I thank your lordships. 2 Cred. Very well.

Du Croy. The court is up-Make

way. i Cred. Accept it by all means: Let's shut (Ereunt all but ROCHFORT and BEAUMONT.

Roch. I follow you. Beaumont!
He is well shaped, and has a villainous tongue, Beaum. My lord ?
And, should he study that way of revenge,

Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont,
As I dare almost swear he loves a wench, And can search deeper into the intents of men,
We have no wives, nor ever shall get daughters, Than those that are less knowing. How ap-
That will hold out against him.

peared Du Croy. What's your answer?

The piety and brave behaviour of 2 Cred. Speak you for all.

Young Charalois to you? i Cred. Why, let our executions,

Beaum. It is my wonder, That lie upon the father, be returned

Since I want language to express it fully; Upon the son, and we release the body.

And sure the colonel
Not. sen. The court must grant you that. Roch. Fie! he was faulty. What present mo-

Char. I thank your lordships.
They have in it confirmed on me such glory, Beaum. There is no want
As no time can take from me. I am ready:

Of any sum a private man has use for. Come, lead me where you please: Captivity, Roch. 'Tis well: That comes with honour, is true liberty. I am strangely taken with this Charalois. [Ereunt CHARALOIS, CHARMI, Creditors, Methinks, from his example, the whole age and Officers.

Should learn to be good, and continue so. Nov. sen. Strange rashness !

Virtue works strangely with us; and his goodRoch. A brave resolution rather,

ness, Worthy a better fortune: but, however, Rising above his fortune, seems to me, It is not now to be disputed; therefore Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. [Exeunt.

him up;

ney have I?


SCENE I.-A Street before the Prison.

Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Cap

tains and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, de Enter PONTALIER, MALOtin, and BEAUMONT. in very good order. CHARALOIS and ROMONT Malot. 'Tis strange.

meet it. CHARALOIS speaks. ROMONT weeping. Beaum. Methinks so.

Solemn musick. Three Creditors. Pont. In a man but young,

Char. How like a silent stream shaded with Yet old in judgment; theorick and practick,

night, In all humanity, and (to increase the wonder) And gliding

softly with our windy sighs, Religious, yet a soldier, that he should

Moves the whole frame of this solemnity! Yield his free-living youth a captive, for Tears, sighs and blacks filling the simile; The freedom of his aged father's corpse, Whilst I, the only murmur in this grove And rather chuse to want life's necessaries, Of death, thus hollowly break forth.-Vouchsafe Liberty, hope of fortune, than it should

To stay awhile. -Rest, rest in peace, dear earth! In death be kept from christian ceremony. Thou that brought'st rest to their unthankfullives,

Malot. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death! To let strong Nature have the better hand, Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, (In such a case) of all affected reason.

That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death; What years sit on this Charalois ?

Who gladlier puts on this captivity, Beaum. Twenty-eight;

Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds. For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, Of all that ever thou hast done good to, Under his father's wing this son hath fought, These only have good memories; for they Served and commanded, and so aptly both, Remember best, forget not gratitude. That sometimes he appeared his father's father, I thank you for this last and friendly love; And never less than his son; the old man's virtues

[To SOLD. So recent in him, as the world may swear, And though this country, like a viperous mother, Nought but a fair tree could such fair fruit bear. Not only hath eat up ungratefully Pont. But wherefore lets he such a barbarous All means of thee, her son, but last thyself, law,

Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, And men more barbarous to execute it,

He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Prevail on his soft disposition,

Such as a flatterer or an usurer hath; That he had rather die alive for debt

Thy worth, in every honest breast, builds one, Of the old man in prison, than they should Making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone. Rob him of sepulture, considering

Pont, Sir. These monies borrowed bought the lenders peace, Char. Peace! O peace! This scene is wholly And all their means they enjoy, nor were diffused

mine. In any impious or licentious path ?

What! Weep ye, soldiers ? Blanch not.-RO Beuum. True! for my part, were it my


mont weeps.. trunk,

Ha! let me see! my miracle is eased, The tyrannous ram-heads with their horns should The jailors and the creditors do weep;

E’en they, that make us weep, do weep themOr cast it to their curs, than they less currish,

selves. Ere prey on me so with their lion-law,

Be these thy body's balm! These and thy virtue Being in my free will (as in his) to shun it.

Keep thy fame ever odoriferous, Pont. Alas! he knows himself in poverty lost : Whilst the great, proud, rich, undeserving man, For in this partial avaricious age

Alive, stinks in his vices, and, being vanished, What price bears honour ? virtue ? Long ago The golden calf that was an idol, decked It was but praised and freezed ; but now-a days With marble pillars, jet and porphyry, "Tis colder far, and has nor love nor praise : Shall quickly both in bone and nane consume, The very praise now freezeth too; for nature Though wrapt in lead, spice, searcloth and perDid make the heathen far more christian then,

fume! Than knowledge us, less heathenish, christian. 1 Cred. Sir. Malot. This morning is the funeral ?

Char. What? Away, away, for shame ! you, Pont. Certainly,

prophane rogues, And from this prison,'twas the son's request. Must not be mingled with these holy relicks : That his dear father might interment have. This is a sacrifice ;our shower shall crown See, the young son enter'd a lively grave ! His sepulchre with olive, myrrh and bays, Beaum. They come-observe their order. The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory;

Your tears would spring but weeds.

gore it,

For all our money.

1 Cred. Would they so?

1 Cred. No further; look to them at your own We'll keep them to stop bottles then.

peril. Rom. No, keep them for your own sins, you 2 Cred. No, as they please: Their master's & rogues,

good man. Till you repent; you'll die else, and be damned. I would they were at the Bermudas ! 2 Cred. Damned !-ha! ha! ha!

Jailor. You must no farther. Rom. Laugh ye?

The prison limits you, and the creditors 2 Cred. Yes, faith, sir ; we would be very glad Exact the strictness. To please you either way.

Rom. Out, you wolfish mongrels ! 1 Cred. You are ne'er content,

Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs in Crying nor laughing.

July, Rom. Both with a birth, ye rogues

es ?

Lest your infection poison a whole town. 2 Cred. Our wives, sir, taught us.

Char. They grudge our sorrow. Your ill wills Rom. Look, look, you slaves ! your thankless

perforce, cruelty,

Turn now to charity: They would not have us And savage manners of unkind Dijon,

Walk too far mourning; usurers relief Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. Grieves if the debtors have too much of grief. 1 Cred. 'Slid, sir! what would you, you're so

(Ereunt. cholerick ! 2 Cred. Most soldiers are so, 'faith.--Let him SCENE II.-A Room in Rochfort's House. ,

alone. They've little else to live on; we have not had Enter BEAUMELLE,FLORIMEL, and BELLAPERT. A penny of him, have we?

Beaumel. I prithee tell me, Florimel, why do 3 Cred. 'Slight, would you have our hearts? you women marry ? 1 Cred. We have nothing but his body here in Flor. Why truly, madam, I think, to lie with durance,

their husbands.

Bella. You are a fool. She lies, madam; woPriest. On.

men marry their husbands, to lie with other men. Chur. One moment moro,

Flor. 'Faith, even such a woman wilt thou make. But to bestow a few poor legacies,

By this light, madam, this wagtail will spoil you, All I have left in my dead father's rights, if

you take delight in her licence. And I have done. Captain, wear thou these spurs, Beaumel. 'Tis true, Florimel; and thou wilt That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. make me too good for a young lady. What an Lieutenant, thou this scarf; and may it tie electuary found my father out for his daughter, Thy valour and thy honesty together :

when he compounded you two my women! For For so it did in him. Ensign, this cuirass, thou, Florimel, art even a grain too heavy, simYour

general's necklace once. You gentle bearers, ply, for a waiting-gentlewomanDivide this purse of gold: This other strew Flor. And thou, Bellapert, a grain too light. Among the poor ;—'tis all I have. Romont, Bella. Well, go thy ways, goody wisdom, whom Wear thou this medal of himself, that, like nobody regards. I wonder whether be elder, thou A hearty, oak, grew'st close to this tall pine, or thy hood? You think, because you served my E’en in the wildest wilderness of war,

lady's mother, are thirty-two years old, which is Whercon foes broke their swords, and tired them

a pip out, you knowselves :

Flor. Well said, whirligig. Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. Bella. You are deceived: I want a peg in the For me, my portion provide in heaven ! middle.-Out of these prerogatives, you think to be My root is earthed, and I, a desolate branch, mother of the maids here, and mortify them with Left scattered in the highway of the world, proverbs : go, go, govern the sweetmeats, and Trod under foot, that might have been a column weigh the sugar, that the wenches steal none; Mainly supporting our demolished house. say your prayers twice a day, and, as I take it, you This would I wear as my inheritance.- have performed your functions. And what hope can arise to me from it,

Flor. I may be even with you. When I and it are both here prisoners !

Bella. Hark! the court's broke up; go help Only may this, if ever we be free,

my old lord out of his caroch, and scratch his head Keep or redeem me from all infamy.

till dinner-time,
Flor. Well.

(Exit. DIRGE.

Bella. Fie, madam, how you walk! By my maidFie! cease to wonder,

en-head, you look seven years older than you Though you hear Orpheus, with his ivory lute, did this morning. Why there can be nothing unMove trees and rocks,

der the sun valuable to make you thus a minute. Charmbulls, bears, and men more savage,to be mute; Beaumel. Ah, my sweet Bellapert, thou cabinet Weak foolish singer, here is one

To all my counsels, thou dost know the cause Would have transformed thyself to stone. That makes thy lady wither thus in youth.

I live,

Bella. Uds-light! enjoy your wishes : whilst | taylor in Christendom ; he hath made you look

like an angel in your cloth-of-tissue doublet. One way or other you shall crown your will. Pont. This is a three-legged lord; there is a Would you have him your husband that you love, fresh assault. Oh! that men should spend time And can it not be ? he is your servant, though, thus !-See, see how her blood drives to her heart, And may perform the office of a husband. and strait vaults to her cheeks again ! Beaumel. But there is honour, wench,

Malot. What are these? Bella. Such a disease

Pont. One of them there, the lower, is a good, There is indeed, for which ere I would die.- foolish, knavish, sociable gallimaufry of a man,

Beaum. Prithee, distinguish me a maid and wife and has much caught my lord with singing; he is

Bella. 'Faith, madam, one may bear any man's master of a music house. The other is his dreschildren, t'other must bear no man's.

sing block, upon whom my lord lays all his cloaths Beaumel. What is a husband ?

and fashions, ere he vouchsafes them his own Bella. Physick, that, tumbling in your belly, person; you shall see him in the morning in the will make you sick in the stomach. The only dis- galley-foist, at noon in the bullion, in the evening tinction betwixt a husband and a servant is, the in Quirpo, and all night infirst will lie with you when he pleases; the last Malot. A bawdy-house. shall lie with you when you please. Pray tell me, Pont. If my lord deny, they deny; if he affirm, lady, do you love, to marry after, or would you they affirm: They skip into my lord's cast skins marry, to love after ?

some twice a year; and thus they flatter to eat, eat Beaumel. I would meet love and marriage both to live, and live to praise my lord. at once.

Malot. Good sir, tell me one thing. Bella. Why then you are out of the fashion, Pont. What's that? and will be contemned : for I will assure you, Malot. Dare these men ever fight on any cause? there are few women in the world, but either Pont. Oh, no, 'twould spoil their clothes, and they have married first, and loved after; or love put their bands out of order. first, and married after. You must do as you Nov. jun. Mistress, you hear the news? Your may, not as you would; your father's will is the father has resigned his presidentship to my lord goal you must fly to. If a husband approach my father. you, you would have further off, is he you love, Malot. And lord Charalois undone for ever. the less near you? A husband in these days is Pont. Troth, 'tis pity, sir. but a cloak, to be oftener laid upon your bed, A braver hope of so assured a father than in your bed.

Did never comfort France. Beaumel. Hum !

Lilad. A good dumb mourner. Bella. Sometimes you may wear him on your Aymer. A silent black. shoulders; now and then under your arm ; but Nov. jun. Oh, fie upon him, how he wears his seldom or never let him cover you, for 'tis not

clothes! the fashion.

As if he had come this Christmas from St Omers,

To see his friends, and returned after twelfth-tide. Enter Novall junior, PONTALIER, MALOTIN,

Lilad. His colonel looks finely liken droverLILADAM, and AYMER.

Nov. jun. That had a winter lain perdue in Nov. jun. Best day to nature's curiosity,

the rain. Star of Dijon, the lustre of all France !

Aymer. What, he that wears a clout about his Perpetual spring dwell on thy rosy cheeks,

neck, Whose breath is perfume to our continent! His cuffs in his pocket, and his heart in his mouth? See ! Flora trimmed in her varieties.

Nov. jun. Now, out upon him! Bella. Oh, divine lord!

Beaumel. Servant, tie my hand. Noo. jun. No autumn nor noage ever approach

[Nov.jun. kisses her hand. This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought, How your lips blush, in scorn that they should pay She lost her needle, and did then despair Tribute to handa, when lips are in the way! Ever to work so lively and so fair !

Nov. jun. I thus recant; yet now your hand Lilad. Uds-light, my lord, one of the purls of

looks white,

Because your lips robbed it of such a right. Is, without all discipline, fallen out of his rank. Monsieur Aymer, I prithee sing the song,

Nov. jun. How? I would not for a thousand Devoted to my mistress. crowns she had seen it. Dear Liladam, reform it.

SONG. Bella. Oh, lord per se, lord ! Quintessence of honour! she walks not under a weed that could A Dialogue between a Man and a Woman. deny thee any thing.

Man. Set, Phæbus ! set ; a fairer sun doth rise Beaumel. Prythee peace, wench! thou dost but From the bright radiance of my mistress' eyes blow the fire,

Than ever thou begat'st: I dare not look; That flames too much already.

Each hair a golden line, each word a hook, [LILADAM and AYMER trim NoVALL, The more I strive, the more still I am took.

whilst BELLAPERT her lady. Wom. Fair servant ! come ; the day these eyes de Aymer. By gad, my lord, you have the divinest


your band


my saint,

To warm thy blood, thou dost sorainly spend, | Than I can be of all the bellowing mouths
Come, strangle breath.

That wait upon him to pronounce the censure, Man. What note so sweet as this,

Could it determine me torments and shame. That calls the spirits to a further bliss ? Submit and crave forgiveness of a beast ! Wom. Yet this out-satours wine, and this perfume. 'Tis true, this boil of state wears purple tissue, Mań. Let's die; I languish, I consume.

Is high fed, proud; so is his lordship’s horse,

And bears as rich caparisons. I know After the song, enter Rochfort and BEAUMONT. This elephant carries on his back not only

Beaum. Romont will come, sir, straight. Towers, castles, but the ponderous republic, Roch. 'Tis well.

And never stoops for it; with his strong-breathed Beaumel . My father!

trunk Nov. jun. My honourable lord !

Snuffs other's titles, lordships, offices, Roch. My lord Novall! this is a virtue in you, Wealth, bribes, and lives, under his ravenous jawsa So early up and ready before noon,

What's this unto my freedom? I dare die; That are the map of dressing through all France! And therefore ask this camel, if these blessings Non jun. I rise to say, my prayers, sir ; here's (For so they would be understood by a man)

But mollify one rudeness in his nature, Roch. 'Tis well and courtly ;-you must give Sweeten the eager relish of the law, me leave,

At whose great helm he sits. Helps he the poor I have some private conference with my daughter; In a just business ? Nay, does he not cross Pray use my garden : you shall dine with me. Every deserved soldier and scholar, Lilad. We'll wait on you.

As if, when nature made him, she had made Nov. jun. Good morn unto your lordship; The general antipathy of all virtue? Remember what you have vowed

How savagely and blasphemously he spake

[To BEAUMELLE. Touching the general, the brave general, dead! (Eseunt all but ROCHFORT and BEAUMELLE. I must weep when I think on't. Beaumel. Perform I must.

Roch. Sir. Ruch. Why how now, Beaumelle? thou look'st Rom. My lord, I am not stubborn : I can melt, not well,

you see, Thou art sad of late ;-come cheer thee, I have And prize a virtue better than my life: found

For though I be not learned, I ever loved A wholesome remedy for these maiden fits; That holy mother of all issues good, A goodly oak whereon to twist my vine, Whose white hand, for a sceptre, holds a file Til her fair branches grow up to the stars. To polish roughest customs; and in you Be near at hand.-Success crown my intent ! She has her right: See ! I am calm as sleep. My business fills my little time so full,

But whenI think of the gross injuries, I cannot stand to talk; I know thy duty The godless wrong done to my general dead, Is handmaid to my will, especially

I rave indeed, and

could eat this Novall; When it presents

nothing but good and fit. A soulless dromedary! Beaumel. Sir, I am yours. -Oh! if my fears Roch. Oh! be temperate. prove true,

Sir, though I would persuade, I'll not constrain; Fate hath wronged love, and will destroy me too. Each man's opinion freely is his own,

[Erit BEAUMEL, Concerning any thing, or any body;

Be it right or wrong, 'tis at the judge's peril. Enter ROMONT and Jailor. Rom. Sent you for me, sir?

Enter BEAUMONT. Roch. Yes.

Beaum. These men, sir, wait without ; my Rom. Your lordship's pleasure ?

lord is come too. Roch. Keeper, this prisoner I will see forth- Roch. Pay them those sums upon the table; take coming,

Their full releases:-Stay, I want a witness: Upon my word :-Sit down, good colonel. Let me intreat you, colonel, to walk in,

[Erit Jailor. And stand but by to see this money paid; Why I did wish you hither, noble sir,

It does concern you

and your friend;

it was Is to advise you from this iron carriage,

The better cause you were sent for, though said Which, so affected, Romont, you will wear ;

otherwise. To pity, and to counsel you to submit

The deed shall make this my request more plain. With expedition to the great Novall :

Rom. I shall obey your pleasure, sir, though Recant your stern contempt and slight neglect

ignorant Of the whole court and him, and opportunely,

To what it tends. Or you will undergo a heavy censure

(Exeunt Romont and BEAUMONT. In public, very shortly. Rom. Reverend sir,

Enter CHARALOIS. I have observed you, and do know you well;

Roch. Worthiest sir, And am now more afraid you know not me, You are most welcome. Fie, no more of this ! By wishing my submission to Novall,

You have out-wept a woman, noble Charalois.

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