Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us! our court Be but one stage of revels, and each eye The scene where our content moves! Theod. There shall want Nothing to express our shares in your delight, sir. Mart. 'Till now I ne'er repented the estate Of widower. Thi. Music, why art thou so Slow-voic'd it stays thy presence, my Ordella; [Exe. all but THI. and BRUN. Brun. How can a wife be author of this joy then? Thi. That being no man, I'm married to no to me, Howsoever you please to forget acquaintance. Vitry. I must confess, I have been subject to Lewd company. Baw. Thanks for your good remembrance! Baw. Much good may it do you, sir. Have heard me say I'd din'd first: I have built I might have kept the fast with you: But since The way to thrive is never late, what is The nearest course to profit, think you? Vitry. It may be Your worship will say bawdry. Baw. True sense, bawdry. My reputation! Enter THIERRY, THEODORET, BRunhalt, Vitry. Why, is there five kinds of 'em? I ne'er This creature hir'd me, wi' fifty crowns in hand, But one. knew Baw. I'll shew you a new way Of prostitution: Fall back! further yet! Further! There's fifty crowns; do but as much to Protaldye, the queen's favourite, they are doubled. Vitry. But thus much? Baw. Give him but an affront as He comes to th' presence, and i' his drawing make way, Like a true bawd t'his valour, the sum's thy Vitry. After that rate, I and my friends would beggar the kingdom. Enter PROTALDYE, a Lady, and Revellers. You shall not be long earning your wages; Vitry. Leave it to my Handling; I'll fall upon it instantly. Baw. What opinion will the managing Of this affair bring to my wisdom! my invention Tickles with apprehension on't! Prot. These are The joys of marriage, lady, whose sights are Lady. How should I, being partner of't? Enjoy is but the banquet's view; the taste Lady. If it be not dear, sir. Vitry. If you affect cheapness, How can you prize this sullied ware so much? Prot. You are saucy, sirrah! The dish with such dry stockfish as you are.- Baw. Remember the condition, as You look for payment! Vitry. That box was left out O'th' bargain. Prot. Help, help, help! Baw. Plague of Vitry. Willingly. If you have any more Wages to earn, you see I can take pains. Theod. There's somewhat for thy labour, So I might escape scratching; for I see Brun. Speak not a thought's delay; it names thy ruin. Prot. I had thought my life had borne more value with you. Brun. Thy loss carries mine with't; let that secure thee! The vault is ready, and the door conveys to't Falls just behind his chair; the blow once given, Thou art unseen. Prot. I cannot feel more than I fear, I'm sure. Brun. Be gone, and let them laugh their own destruction! [PROT. withdraws. Thi. You'll add unto her rage. Theod. 'Sfoot, I shall burst, Unless I vent myself: Ha, ha, ha! Brun. Me, sir? You never could have found a time t' invite More willingness in my dispose to pleasure. Memb. 'Would you would please to make some other choice! Rev. 'Tis a disgrace would dwell upon me, lady, Should you refuse. Memb. Your reason conquers.-My grandmo ther's looks Have turn'd all air to earth in me; they sit Upon my heart like night-charms, black and heavy. The scrivener's running hand! what a blow's this More than his cowardice: Was ever rat to. Ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha ! Thi. Persuasion is a partner in the crime: Brun. Ere a torch can take flame, [Exeunt MART. and MEMB. Thi. Speak! where's the engine to this horrid act? Brun. Here you do behold her; upon whom make good Your causeless rage! The deed was done A birth so unlike woman? Say, what part Brun. Ha, ha! a son of mine? do not dissever Thi. Was not Theodoret my brother? Thy still-with-sorrow-mention'd father liv'd Snatch'd this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine; Thi. Come, do not weep! I must, nay do be- And, in my father's satisfaction, count it Brun. You do but flatter; There's anger yet flames in your eyes. Thi. See, I will quench it, and confess that you Have suffer'd double travail for me. Brun. You will not fire the house then? Thi. Rather reward the author who gave cause Of knowing such a secret; my oath and duty Shall be assurance on't. Brun. Protaldye, rise, Good faithful servant! Heaven knows How hardly he was drawn to this attempt. Enter PROTALDYE. Thi. Protaldye? He had a gard'ner's fate, I'll swear. Fell by thy hand? Sir, we do owe unto you for this service. Prot. I want a little Mart. The fires are ready; Please it your grace withdraw, whilst we perform Your pleasure. Thi. Reserve them for the body: Since He had the fate to live and die a prince, He shall not lose the title in his funeral. [Exit. Mart. His fate to live a prince! Thou old Impiety, Made up by lust and mischief! Take up the body. [Exeunt with the body of THEODORET. Enter LECURE and a Servant. Lec. Dost think Leforte's sure enough? Can make him: I have turn'd his eyes to th' East, And lying will bear the better place for't. Have profitabler use in hand: Haste to Enter THIERRY. Thi. How well this loneness suits the art I seek, Discovering secret and succeeding fate, Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on, With a remiss and careless hand!Fair peace unto your meditations, father! Lec. The same to you you bring, sir! Whether the man who owes this character Lec. A resolution falling with most ease Of doubt any you could have nam'd! He is a prince Whose fortune you enquire. Thi. He's nobly born. Lec. He had a dukedom lately fall'n unto him, By one, call'd brother, who has left a daughter. Thi. The question is of heirs, not lands. Lec. Heirs? yes; He shall have heirs. Thi. Begotten of his body? Why look'st thou pale? Thou canst not suffer in his want. Lec. Nor thou; I neither can nor will give further knowledge To thee. Thi. Thou must! I am the man myself, SCENE I. Enter THIERRY and MARTELL. Mart. Your grace is early stirring. Whose happiness is laid up in an hour, Thy sovereign; who must owe unto thy wisdom In the concealing of my barren shame. Lec. Your grace doth wrong your stars: If this be yours, You may have children. Lec. You may have fruitful issue. Lec. It was the fatal means first struck my blood With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it Printed upon your birth. Thi. Can there be any way unsmooth, has end So fair and good? Lec. We that behold the sad aspects of Heav'n, If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed, ACT IV. He knows comes stealing toward him? Oh, Consume in slumbers? or his arms rust in ease, That hears the charge, and sees the honour'd purchase Ready to gild his valour? Mine is more, The son of France, whose manly powers like prisoners Have been tied up, and fetter'd, by one death Mart. Happy woman Thi. But ten times happier That lives to do the greater! Oh, Martell, Mothers of many children, and bless'd fathers, And his fair course turn right: This day Thierry, And, in the marriage, more than bless'd Ordella, That comes so near the sacrament itself, The priests doubt whether purer! Mart. Sir, you're lost! Thi. I prithee let me be so! Mart. The day wears; And those that have been offering early prayers, Are now retiring homeward. Thi. Stand, and mark then! Mart. Is it the first must suffer? Thi. The first woman. Mart. What hand shall do it, sir? Thi. This hand, Martell; For who less dare presume to give the gods Mart. 'Would I were she ! For such a way to die, and such a blessing, Mart. Men, men, sir, men. Thi. The plagues of men light on 'em! They cross my hopes like hares. Who's that? [A priest passes over. Mart. A priest, sir. Thi. 'Would he were gelt! Mart. May not these rascals serve, sir, Well hang'd and quarter'd? Thi. No. Mart. Here comes a woman. Enter ORDELLA, veiled. Thi. Stand, and behold her then! Mart. I think, a fair one. Thi. Move not, whilst I prepare her : May her peace, (Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with, And, offering at their altars, gives his soul That may inherit such an infinite Desire this place? Ord. 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest: Thi. Then you can suffer? As you propound, a greatness so near goodness, Here is a woman that dares die.-Yet, tell me, And brings a will to rob her. Thi. Tell me this then; Was there e'er woman yet, or may be found, That for fair fame, unspotted memory, For Virtue's sake, and only for itself-sake, Ord. Many dead, sir; Living, I think, as many. May from a woman's will receive a blessing, Are you a wife? Ord. I am, sir. Thi. And have children ?-- She sighs, and weeps! Ord. Oh, none, sir. Thi. Dare you venture, For a poor barren praise you ne'er shall hear, To part with these sweet hopes? Ord. With all but heav'n, And yet die full of children: He that reads me |