PROLOGVS.
NOt out of Envy, for ther's no effect
Where there's no cause; nor out of Imitation
For we haue euermore bin Imitated;
Nor out of our contention to doe better
Then that which is opposde to ours in Title,
For that was good; and better cannot be:
And for the Title if it seeme affected
We might as well haue calde it, God you good Even:
Onely that East-ward; west-wards still exceedes,
Honour the Sunnes faire rising, not his setting;
Nor is our Title vtterly enforste,
As by the points we touch at, you shall see;
Beare with our willing paines, if dull or witty,
We onely dedicate it to the Citty.
EASTWARD HOE.
Actus primi, Scena prima.
Enter Maister Touch-stone, and Quick-siluer at Seuerall dores,
Quick-siluer with his hat, pumps, short sword and dagger, and
a Racket trussed up under his cloake. At the middle dore,
Enter Golding discouering a Gold-smiths shoppe, and walking
short turns before it.
Touch-stone.
AND whether with you now? what loose
action are you bound for? come what com-
rades are you to meete withall? whers the
supper? whers the randeuous?
Quick.
Indeed, and in very good so-
ber truth, Sir.
Touch.
Indeed, and in very good sober
truth Sir? Behinde my backe thou wilt sweare faster then a
french foot boy, and talke more bawdily then a common mid-
wife, and now indeede and in very good sober truth Sir: but if
a priuie search should be made, with what furniure are you
riggd now? Sirrah I tell thee, I am thy maister William Tutch-
stone Goldsmith: and thou my Prentise Francis Quick-siluer:
and will see whether you are running. Worke vpon that now.
Quick.
Why Sir I hope a man may vse his recreation with
his maisters profit.
Touch.
Prentises recreations are seldome with their maisters
profit. Worke vpon that now. You shall giue vp your cloake
tho you be no Alderman. Heyday, Ruffins hall. Sword, pumps,
heers a Racket indeed.
Quick.
Worke vpon that now.
Touch.
Thou shamlesse Varlet dost thou iest at thy lawfull
maister contrary to thy Indentures?
Quick.
Why zbloud sir, my mother's a Gentlewoman: and
my father a Iustice of Peace, and of Quorum, and tho I am a
yonger brother and a prentise yet I hope I am my fathers sonne:
and by Gods lidde, tis for your worship and for your commodi-
tie that I keepe companie. I am intertaind among gallants,
They call me coozen Franke, right; I lend them mon-
nies, good; they spend it, well. But when they are spent,
must not they striue to get more? must not their land flye?
and to whom? shall not your worship ha, the refusall? well,
I am a good member of the Citty if I were well conside-
red. How would Merchants thriue, if Gentlemen would
not be vnthriftes? How could Gentlemen be vnthrifts if their
humours were not fed? How should their humours be fedde
but by whit-meate, and cunning secondings? well, the Cittie
might consider vs. I am going to an Ordinary now; the gal-
lants fall to play, I carry light golde with me: the gallants call
coozen Francke some golde for siluer, I change, gaine by it,
the gallants loose the gold; and then call coozen Francke
lend me some siluer. Why ————
Tou.
Why? I cannot tell, seuẽ score pound art thou out in the
cash, but looke to it, I will not be gallanted out of my monies.
And as for my rising by other mens fall; God shield me. Did
I gaine my wealth by Ordinaries? no: by exchanging of gold?
no: by keeping of gallants company? no. I hired me a little
shop, fought low, tooke small gaine, kept no debt booke,
garnished my shop for want of Plate, with good wholsome
thriftie sentences; As, Touchstone, keepe thy shopp, and thy shoppe
will keepe thee. Light gaines makes heauy purses. Tis good to be
merry and wise: And when I was wiu'd, hauing something to
stick too, I had the horne of Suretiship euer before my eyes:
You all know the deuise of the Horne, where the young
fellow slippes in at the Butte end, and comes squesd out at
the Buckall: and I grew vp, and I praise prouidence, I beare
my browes now as high as the best of my neighbours: but
thou – well looke to the accounts, your fathers bond lyes for
you: seuen score pound is yet in the reere.
Quick.
Why Slid sir, I haue as good, as proper gallants
wordes for it as any are in London, Gentlemen of good
phrase, perfect language, passingly behau'd, Gallants that
weare socks and cleane linnen, and call me kinde coozen
Francke, good coozen Francke, for they know my Father; and
by gods lidde shall not I trust' hem? not trust?
Enter a Page as inquiring for
Touch-stones Shoppe.
Golding.
What doe yee lacke Sir? What ist you'le buye
Sir?
Touch-stone.
I marry Sir, there's a youth of another
peece. There's thy fellowe-Prentise, as good a Gentleman
borne as thou art: nay, and better mean'd. But dos he pumpe
it, or Racket it? Well, if he thriue not, if he out-last not a hun-
dred such crackling Bauins as thou art, God and men neglect
industrie.
Gold.
It is his Shop, and here my M.walkes.
Touch.
With me Boy?
Page.
My Maister, Sir Petronel Flash, recommends his loue
to you, and will instantly visite you,
Touch.
To make vp the match with my eldest daughter, my
wiues Dilling, whom she longs to call Maddam. He shall finde
me vnwillingly readie Boy.
Ther's another afliction too. As I haue two Prentises: the one
of a boundlesse prodigalitie, the other of a most hopefull In-
dustrie. So haue I onely two daughters: the eldest, of a
proud ambition and nice wantonnesse: the other of a modest
humilitie and comely sobernesse. The one must bee Ladyfied
forsooth: and be attir'd just to the Court-cut, and long tayle.
So farre is she ill naturde to the place and meanes of my pre-
ferment and fortune, that shee throwes all the contempt and
dispight, hatred it selfe can cast vpon it. Well, a peece of
Land she has, t'was her Grandmothers gift: let her, and her
Sir Petronel, flash out that. But as for my substance, shee that
skornes mee, as I am a Citizen and Trades-man, shall neuer
pamper her pride with my industrie: shall neuer vse me as men
doe Foxes; keepe themselues warme in the skinne, and throwe
the body that bare it to the dung-hill. I must goe intertaine
this Sir Petronell. Goulding, My vtmost care's for thee, and one-
ly trust in thee, looke to the shoppe, as for you, Maister Quick-,
siluer, thinke of huskes, for thy course is running directly to the
prodigalls hogs trough. huskes Sra.
Exit. Tuch.
Quick.
Mary sough goodman flat-cap: Sfoot tho I am a
prentise I can giue armes, and my father's a iustice a peace by
discent: and zbloud ————
Goul.
Fye how you sweare.
Qui.
Sfoot man I am a Gentleman, and may sweare by my
pedegree, Gods my life. Sirah Goulding, wilt be ruled by a
foole? turne good fellow, turne swaggering gallant, and let
the Welkin roare, and Erebus also: Looke not Westward to
the fall of Don Phœbus, but to the East; Eastward Hoe,
“ Where radiant beames of lusty Sol appeare,
“ And bright Eous makes the welkin cleare.
We are both Gentlemen, and therefore should be no cox-
combes: lets be no longer fooles to this flat-cap Touchstone.
Eastward Bully: this Sattin belly, & Canuas backt Touchstone;
Slife man his father was a Malt-man, and his mother sould
Ginger-bread in Christ-church.
Goul.
What would yee ha me doe?
Quick.
Why do nothing, be like a gentleman, be idle the
cursse of man is labour. Wipe thy bum with testones, & make
Duckes and Drakes with shillings: What Eastward hoe.
Wilt thou crie, what ist yee lack? stand with a bare pate, and a
dropping nose, vnder a wodden pent-house, and art a gentle-
man? wilt thou beare Tankards, and maist beare Armes?
be rul'd, turne gallant, Eastward hoe, ta ly re, ly re, ro, Who calls
Ieronimo? speake here I am: gods so, how like a sheepe thou
lookst, a my conscience some cowheard begot thee, thou Goul-
ding of Goulding-hall, ha boy?
Gou.
Goe, yee are a prodigall coxcombe, I a cowheards
sonne, because I turne not a drunkē whore-hunting rake-hell
like thy selfe?
Offers to draw, & Goulding trips
vp his heeles and holds him.
Quick.
Rakehell? rakehell?
Goul.
Pish, in soft termes yee are a cowardly bragging boy.
Ile ha you whipt.
Quic.
Whipt, thats good ifaith, vntrusse me?
Goul.
No, thou wilt vndoe thy selfe. Alas I behold thee
with pitty, not with anger; thou common shot-clog, gull of all
companies: mee thinkes I see thee already walking in
Moore fields without a Cloake, with halfe a Hatte, with-
out a band, a Doublet with three Buttons, without a girdle,
a hose with one point and no Garter, with a cudgell vnder
thine arme borrowing and begging three pence.
Quic.
Nay Slife, take this and take all: as I am a Gentle-
man borne, Ile be drunke, grow valiant, and beate thee.
Goul.
Goe thou most madly vaine, whom nothing can re-
couer but that which reclaimes Athiests, and makes great
persons sometimes religious: Calamitie. As for my place and
life thus I haue read:
What ere some vainer youth may terme disgrace,
The gaine of honest paines is neuer base:
From trades from artes, from valor honor springs,
These three are founts of gentry, yea of Kings.
Enter Girtred, Mildrid, Bettrice, and Poldauy a Taylor,
Poldauy with a faire gowne, Scotch Varthingall, and
French fall in his armes, girted in a French
head attire, & Cittizens gowne; Mil-
dred sewing, & Bettrice leading
a Monkey after her.
Gir.
For the passion of patience, looke if sir Petronellap-
proach; that sweet, that fine, that delicate, that—for loues sake
tell me if he come. O sister Mil.hi>, though my father be a low
capt tradsman, yet I must be a Lady: and I praise God my
mother must call me Medam, (does he come?) off with this
gowne for shames sakes, off with this gowne: let not my
Knight take me in the Citty cut in any hand: tear't, pax ont
(does he come) tear't of. Thus whilst shee sleepes I sorrow, for
her sake, &c
Mil.
Lord sister, with what an immodest impaciencie and
disgracefull scorne, doe you put off your Citty tier: I am sor-
rie to thinke you imagin to right your selfe, in wronging that
which hath made both you and vs.
Gir.
I tell you I cannot indure it, I must be a Lady: do you
weare your Quoiffe with a London licket; your Stammell
petticoate with two guardes, the Buffin gowne with the Tuf-
taffitie cape, and the Veluet lace. I must be a Lady, and I will
be a Lady. I like some humors of the Cittie Dames well, to
eate Cherries onely, at an Angell a pound, good; to dye rich
Scarlet black, pretty: to line a Grogaram gowne cleane
thorough with veluet, tollerable; their pure linnen, their smocks
of 3.li. a smock are to be borne withall. But your minsing nice-
ryes, taffata pipkins, durance petticotes, & siluer bodkins.—Gods
my life, as I shall be a Lady I cannot indure it. Is hee come yet?
Lord what a long knight tis! And euer shee cride shoute home,
and yet I knew one longer, and euer she cryde shoute home, fa, la,
ly, re, lo, la.
Mil.
Well Sister, those that scorne their nest, oft flye with a
sicke wing.
Gir.
Boe-bell.
Mil.
Where Titles presume to thrust before fit meanes to
second them, Wealth and respect often growe sullen and will
not follow. For sure in this, I would for your sake I spake not
truth. Where ambition of place goes before fitnesse of birth, con-
tempt and disgrace follow. I heard a Scholler once say, that Vlis-
ses when he counterfetted himselfe madde, yoakt cattes, and
foxes, and dogges togither to draw his plowe, whilst he follow-
ed and sowed salt: But sure I judge them truely madde, that
yoake citizens and courtiers, trades men and souldiers, a gold-
smiths daughter and a knight: well sister, pray God my father
sowe not salt too.
Gir.
Alas, poore Mil.hi> when I am a Lady, Ile pray for thee yet
Ifaith: Nay, and Ile vouchsafe to call thee sister Mil still, for
though thou art not like to be a Lady as I am, yet sure thou art
a creature of Gods making; and mayest paraduenture to bee
sau'd as soone as I, (dos he come?) And euer and anon she dou-
bled in her song.
Now (Ladyes my comfort)
What a prophane Ape's here!
Tailer, Poldavis, prethee fit it
fit it: is this a right Scot?
Does it clip close? and beare vp round?
Pold.
Fine and stifly ifaith, twill keepe your thighes so coole
and make your waste so small: here was a fault in your bodie,
but I haue supplyed the defect, with the effect of my steele in-
strument which, though it haue but one eye, can see to rectifie
the imperfection of the proportion.
Gir.
Most ædefying Tailer! I protest you Tailers are most
sanctified members, and make many crooked thing goe vpright.
How must I beare my hands? light? light?
Pold.
O I, now you are in the Lady-fashion, you must doe
all things light. Tread light, light. I and fall so:
that's the court-Amble.
Gir.
Has the Court nere a trot?
Pold.
No, but a false gallop, Ladie.
Cantat.
Gir.
And if she will not goe to bed
Bett.
The knights come forsooth.
Enter Sir Petronell, M. Touch-stone,
and Mistris Touchstone.
Gir.
Is my knight come? O the Lord. my band?
ister doo my cheekes looke well? giue me a little boxe a the
eare that I may seeme to blush: now, now. So, there, there, there!
here he is: O my dearest delight, Lord, Lord, and how dos
my Knight?
Touch.:
Fye, with more modestie.
Gir.
Modestie! why I am no cittizen now, modestie?
am I not to bee married? y'are best to keepe me modest now I
am to be a Ladie.
Sir Petro.
Boldnes is good fashion and courtlike.
Gir.
I, in a countrie Ladie I hope it is: as I shall be.
And how chaunce ye came no sooner knight?
Sir Petro.
Faith, I was so intertaind in the Progresse with one
Count Epernoum a welch knight: wee had a match at Baloone
too, with my Lord Whachum, for foure crownes.
Gir.
At Baboone? Iesu! you and I will play at Baboone in the
countrey? Knight.
Sir Pet.
O sweet Lady: tis a strong play with the arme.
Gir.
With arme, or legge, or any other member, if it bee a
court-sport. And when shal's be married my Knight?
Sir Pet.
I come now to consumate it; and your father may
call a poore Knight, Sonne in Law.
M. Touch.
Sir, ye are come, what is not mine to keepe, I
must not be sorry to forgoe: A 100.li.Land her Grandmother
left her, tis yours, herselfe (as her mothers gift) is yours. But if
you expect ought from me, know, my hand and mine eyes open
together; I doe not giue blindly: Worke vpon that now.
Sir Pet.
Sir, you mistrust not my meanes? I am a Knight.
Touch.
Sir, Sir; What I know not, you will giue me leaue to
say, I am ignorant of.
Mistris Touch.
Yes, that he is a Knight; I know where he had
money to pay the Gentlemen Vshers, and Heralds their Fees.
I, that he is a Knight: and so might you haue beene too, if you
had beene ought else then an Asse, aswell as some of your
neighbours. And I thought you would not ha beene Knighted,
(as I am an honest woman) I would ha dub'd you my self, I praise
God I haue wherewithall. But as for you daughter. ———
Gir.
I mother, I must bee a Ladie to morrow: and by your
leaue mother (I speake it not without my dutie, but onely in the
right of my husband) I must take place of you, Mother.
Mistris Touch.
That you shall Lady-daughter, and haue a
Coach as well as I too.
Cir.
Yes mother. But by your leaue mother, (I speake it not
without my dutie but onely in my husbands right) my Coach-
horses must take the wall of your Coach-horses.
Touch-stone.
Come, come, the day growes low: tis sup-
per time; vse my house the wedding solemnitie is at my
wifes cost; thanke mee for nothing but my willing blessing:
for (I cannot faine) my hopes are faint. And Sir, respect my
daughter, shee has refus'd for you wealthy and honest mat-
ches, knowne good men, well monied, better traded, best re-
puted.
Gir.
Boddy a truth, Chittizens, Chittizens. Sweet Knight,
as soone as euer wee are married, take mee to to thy mercie
out of this miserable Chittie, presently, carry me out of the sent
of New-castle Coale, and the hearing of Boe-bell, I beseech
thee downe with me for God sake.
Touch.
Well daughter, I haue read, that olde wit sings:
The greatest riuers flow from little springs.
Though thou art full, skorne not thy meanes at first,
He that's most drunke may soonest be a thirst.
Worke vpon that now.
All but Touch-stone, Mildred, and Goulding depart.
No, no; yon'd stand my hopes.
Mildred, Come hither daughter. And how approue you
your sisters fashion? how doe you phantsie her choyce? what
dost thou thinke?
Mil.
I hope as a sister, well.
Touch.
Nay but, nay but how dost thou like her behauiour
and humour? speake freely.
Mil.
I am loath to speake ill: and yet I am sorry of this, I
cannot speake well.
Touch.
Well: very good, as I would wish: A modest an-
swere. Goulding, come hither: hither Golding. How dost thou
like the Knight, Sir Flash? dos he not looke bigge? how likst thou
the Elephant? he sayes he has a castle in the Countrey.
Gould.
Pray heauen, the Elephant carry not his Castle on his
backe.
Touch.
Fore heauen, very well: But seriously, how dost re-
pute him?
Gould.
The best I can say of him is, I know him not.
Touch.
Ha Goulding? I commend thee, I approoue thee, and
will make it appeare my affection is strong to thee. My wife
has her humour, and I will ha, mine. Dost thou see my daugh-
ter here? shee is not faire, well-fauoured or so, indifferent, which
modest measure of beautie, shall not make it thy onely worke
to watch her, not sufficient mischaunce, to suspect her. Thou art
towardly, shee is modest, thou art prouident, shee is carefull.
Shee's nowe mine: giue me thy hand, shee's now thine. Worke
vpon that now.
Gould.
(obey you.
Sir, as your sonne, I honour you; and as your seruant
Touch.
Sayest thou so, come hither Mildred. Doe you see
yon'd fellow? he is a Gentleman (tho my Prentise) & has some-
what to take too: a Youth of good hope; well friended, wel par-
ted. Are you mine? You are his. Worke (you) vpon that now.
Mil.
Sir, I am all yours: your body gaue mee life, your care
and loue hapinesse of life: let your vertue still direct it, for to
your wisedome I wholy dispose my selfe.
Touch.
Sayst thou so? be you two better acquainted. Lip her,
Lip her knaue. So shut vp shop: in. We must make holiday.
Worke vpon that now.This match shal on, for I intend to prooue
Ex. Gol. & Mil.Which thriues the best, the meane or loftie loue.
Whether fit Wedlock vowd twixt like and like,
Or prouder hopes, which daringly ore strike
Their place and meanes: tis honest Times expence,
When seeming lightnesse beares a morrall sence.
Actus secundi. Scena Prima.
Touchstone, Quickesiluer, Goulding and Mildred, sitting
on eyther side of the stall.
Touch..
Quickesiluer, maister Frances Quickesiluer, maister Quickesiluer?Qui.
Here sir; (vmp.)
Touch.
So sir; nothing but flat Maister Quickesiluer (with-
out any familiar addition) will fetch you: will you trusse my
points sir?
Quick.
I forsooth: (vmp.)
Touch.
How now sir? the druncken hyckop, so soone this
morning?
Quick.
Tis but the coldnesse of my stomack forsooth.
Touch.
What? haue you the cause naturall for it? y'are a very
learned drunckerd: I beleeue I shall misse some of my filuer
spoones with your learning. The nuptiall night will not moi-
sten your throate sufficiently, but the morning likewise must
raine her dews into your gluttonous wesand.
Quick.
An't please you sir, we did but drinke (vmp,) to the
comming off, of the Knightly Bridegrome.
Touch.
To the comming off an'him?
Quick.
I forsooth: we druncke to his comming on (vmp,)
when we went to bed; and now we are vp, we must drinke to
his comming off: for thats the chiefe honour of a Souldier sir,
and therfore we must drinke so much the more to it, forsooth.
(vmp.)
Touch.
A very capitall reason. So that you goe to bed late,
and rise early to commit drunkennesse? you fullfill the Scrip-
ture very sufficient wickedly forsooth.
Quick.
The Knights men forsooth be still a their knees at it,
(vmp) & because tis for your credit sir, I wold be loth to flinch.
Touch.
I pray sir, een to 'hem againe then; y'are one of the
seperated crew, one of my wiues faction, & my young Ladies,
with whö & with their great match, I wil haue nothing to do.
Quic.,
So sir, now I will go keepe my (vmp) credit with 'hem
an't please you sir.
Touch.
In any case Sir, lay one cup of Sack more a'your cold
stomack, I beseech you.
Quick.
Yes forsooth.
Exit. Quick.
Touch.
This is for my credit Seruants euer maintaine drun-
kennesse in their maisters house, for their maisters credit; a
good idle Seruing-mans reason: I thanke Time, the night is
past; I nere wakt to such cost; I thinke we haue stowd more
sorts of flesh in our bellies, then euer Noahs Arke receiued:
and for Wine, why my house turnes giddie with it, and more
noise in it then at a Conduict; Aye me, euen beasts condemne
our gluttonie. Well, 'tis our Citties fault, which because we
commit seldome, we commit the more sinfully, wee lose no
time in our sensualitie, but we make amends for it; O that we
would do so in vertue, and religious negligences; But see here
are all the sober parcels my house can showe, Ile eauesdrop, heare what thoughts they vtter this morning.
Enter Goulding.
Goul.
But is it possible, that you seeing your sister preferd to
the bed of a Knight, should containe your affections in the
armes of a Prentice?
Myl.
I had rather make vp the garment of my affections
in some of the same peece, then like a foole weare gownes of
two coulours, or mix Sackcloth with Sattin.
Goul.
And doe the costly garments; the title and fame of a
Lady the fashion, obseruation, and reuerence proper to such
preferment, no more enflame you, then such conuenience as
my poore meanes and industrie can offer to your vertues?
Mil.
I haue obseru'd that the bridle giuen to those violent
flatteries of fortune, is seldome recouer'd; they beare one
headlong in desire from one noueltie to another: and where
those ranging appetites raigne, there is euer more passion then
reason: no staye, and so no happinesse. These hastie aduance-
ments are not naturall; Nature hath giuen vs legges, to goe to
our obiects; not wings to flie to them.
Goul.
How deare an obiect you are to my desires I cannot
expresse, whose fruition would my maisters absolute content
and yours vouchsafe me, I should be absolutely happy. And
though it were a grace so farre beyond my merit, that I should
blush with vnworthinesse to receiue it, yet thus farre both my
loue & my meanes shall assure your requitall; you shall want
nothing fit for your birth and education; what encrease of
wealth and aduancement the honest and orderly industrie &
skill of our ttade will affoorde in any, I doubt not will be as-
pirde by me; I will euer make your contenment the end of my
endeuours; I will loue you aboue all; and onely your griefe
shall be my miserie; and your delight, my felicitie.
Touch.
Worke vpon that now. By my hopes, he woes ho-
nestly and orderly; he shalbe Anchor of my hopes. Looke, see
the ill yoakt monster his fellow.
Enter Quickesiluer vnlac'd, a towell about his necke,
in his flat Cap, drunke.
Quick.
Eastward Hoe; Holla ye pampered Iades of Asia.
Touch.
Drunke now downe right, a, my fidelitie.
Quic.
(Vmp) pulldo, Pulldo; showse quoth the Caliuer.
Goul.
Fie fellow. Quickesiluer, what a pickle are you in?
Quic.
Pickle? pickle in thy throate; zounes pickell? wa ha ho,
good morow knight Petronell: morow lady Gouldsmith. come
of, Knight, with a counterbuff, for the honor of knighthood.
Goul.
Why how now sir? doe yee know where you are?
Quic.
Where I am? why sbloud you Ioulthead where I am?
Goul.
Go to, go to, for shame go to bed, and sleepe out this
immodestie: thou sham'st both my maister and his house.
Quick.
Shame? what shame? I thought thou wouldst show
thy bringing vp: and thou wert a Gentleman as I am, thou
wouldst thinke it no shame to be drunke. Lend me some mo-
ney, saue my credit, I must dine with the Seruing men and
their wiues; and their wiues sirha.
Gou.
E'ene who you will, Ile not lend thee three pence.
Quic.
Sfoote lend me some money, hast thou not Hyren here?
Touch.
Why how now sirha? what vain's this, hah?
Quic.
Who cries on murther? lady was it you? how does our
maister? pray thee crie Eastward ho?
Touch.
Sirha, sirrha, y' are past your hickvp now, I see y' are
Quic.
Tis for vour credit maister.
Touch.
And heare you keepe a whore in towne.
Quic.
Tis for your credit Maister.
Touch.
And what you are out in Cashe, I know.
Quick.
So do I. my fathers a Gentleman,Worke vpon that
now; Eastward hoe.
Touch.
Sir, Eastward hoe, will make you go Westward ho;
I will no longer dishonest my house, nor endanger my stocke
with your licence; There sir, there's your Indenture, all your
apparell (that I must know) is on your back; and from this
time my doore is shut to you: from me be free; but for other
freedome, and the moneys you haue wasted; Eastward ho,
shall not serue you.
Quic.
Am I free a, my fetters? Rente; Flye with a Duck in
thy mouth: and now I tell thee Touchstone—
Touch.
Good sir.
Quic.
When this eternall substance of my soule,
Touch.
Well said, chandge your gould ends for your play
Quick.
Did liue imprison'd in my wanton flesh.
Touch.
What then sir?
Quic.
I was a Courtier in the Spanish court, and Don Andrea
Touch.
Good maister Don Andrea will you marche?
Quic.
Sweete Touchstone, will you lend me two shillings?
Touch.
Not a penny.
Quic.
Not a penny? I haue friends, & I haue acquaintance,
I will pisse at thy shop posts, and throw rotten Egges at thy
signe: Worke vpon that now.
Touch.
Now sirha, you? heare you? you shall serue me no
more neither; not an houre longer.
Goul.
What meane you sir?
Touch.
I meane to giue thee thy freedome; & with thy free-
dome my daughter: & with my daughter a fathers loue. And
with all these such a portion, as shall make Knight Petronell
himselfe enuie thee: y' are both agreed? are yee not?
Ambo.
With all submission, both of thanks and dutie.
Tou.
Well then, the great powre of heauē blesse & confirme
you. And, Goulding, that my loue to thee may not showe lesse
then my wiues loue to my eldest daughter; thy mariage feast
shall equall the Knights and hers.
Goul.
Let me beseech you, no Sir, the superfluitie and colde
meate left at their Nuptialls, will with bountie furnish ours.
The grossest prodigallitie is superfluous cost of the Bellye: nor
would I wish any invitement of States or friendes, onely your
reuerent presence and witnesse shall sufficiently grace and confirme vs.
Touch.
Sonne to mine owne bosome, take her and my
blessing: The nice fondling, my Lady sir-reuerence, that I
must not nowe presume to call daughter, is so rauish't with
desire to hansell her new Coche, and see her knights Eastward
Castle, that the next morning will sweate with her busie setting
foorth, awaye will she and her mother, and while their prepa-
concluded.
Tis to my wish; for I haue often read,
Fit birth, fit age, keepes long a quiet bed.
Tis to my wish; For Tradesmen (well tis knowne)
Get with more ease, then Gentrie keepes his owne.
Secu.
My priuie Guest, lustie Quickesiluer, has drunke too
deepe of the Bride-boule, but with a little sleepe he is much re-
couered; And I thinke is making himselfe readie, to bee drunke
in a gallanter likenes: My house is as t' were the Caue, where the
yong Out-lawe hoords the stolne vayles of his occupation; And
here when he will reuell it in his prodigall similitude, he retires
to his Trunks, and (I may say softly) his Punks: he dares trust me
with the keeping of both: for I am Securitie it selfe, my name
is Securitie, the famous Vsurer.
Enter Quickesiluer in his Prentises Cote and Cap his
gallant Breeches and Stockings, gartering
himselfe. Securitie following.
Quic.
Come old Securitie, thou father of destruction: th'in-
dented Sheepeskinne is burn'd wherein I was wrapt, and I am
now loose, to get more children of perdition into thy vsurous
Bonds. Thou feed'st my Lecherie, and I thy Couetousnes: Thou
art Pandar to me for my wench, and I to thee for thy coosena-
ges: K. mee, K. thee, runnes through Court and Countrey.
Secu.
Well said my subtle Quickesiluer, These K's ope the
dores to all this worldes felicitie: the dullest forehead sees it.
Let not mast. Courtier thinke hee carries all the knauery on his
shoulders: I haue knowne poore Hob in the countrie, that has
worne hob-nayles on's shoes, haue as much villanie in's head,
as he that weares gold bottons in's cap.
Quic.
Why man, tis the London high-way to thrift, if ver-
tue bee vsde; tis but as a scrappe to the nette of villanie. They
that vse it simplie, thriue simplie I warrant: "Waight and
fashion makes Goldsmiths Cockolds.
Enter Syndefie, with Quicke-siluers doublet,
Cloake, Rapier, and Dagger.
Synd.
Here sir put of the other halfe of your Prentiship.
Quick.
Well sayd sweet Syn: bring forth my brauerie.
Now let my Truncks shoote foorth their silkes concealde,
I now am free; and now will iustifie
My Trunkes and Punkes: Auant dull Flat-cap then,
Via, the curtaine that shaddowed Borgia;
There lie thou huske of my envassail'd State.
I Sampson now, haue burst the Philistins Bands,
And in thy lappe my louely Dalida,
Ile lie and snore out my enfranchisde state.
When Sampson was a tall yong man
His power and strength increased than,
He sould no more, nor cup, nor can,
But did them all dispise.
Old Touchstone, now wright to thy friends,
For one to sell thy base gold ends
Quickesiluer, now no more attends
Thee Touchstone.
But Dad, hast thou seene my running Gelding drest to day?
Secu.
That I haue Franck, the Ostler a'th Cocke, drest him for a Breakefast.
Quick.
What did he eate him?
Secu.
No, but he eate his breakefast for dressing him: and so
drest him for breakfast.
Quicksiluer.
O wittie Age, where age is young in witte,
And al youths words haue gray beards full of it!
Hyn.
But ah-las Francke, how will all this bee maintain'd
now?
Your place maintain'd it before.
Quickesiluer.
Why and I maintainde my place. Ile to the
Court, another manner of place for maintenance I hope then
the silly Cittie. I heard my father say, I heard my mother
sing a nolde Song and a true: Tou art a shee foole, and know'st
not what belongs to our male wisedome. I shallbee a Marchaunt
for-sooth: trust my estate in a wooden Troughe as hee does?
What are these Shippes, but Tennis Balles for the windes to
play withall? Tost from one waue to another; Nowe vn-
der-line; Nowe ouer the house; Sometimes Bricke-wal'd
against a Rocke, so that the guttes flye out againe:
sometimes strooke vnder the wide Hazzard, and farewell Mast.
Marchant.
Synnedefie.
Well Francke, well; the Seas you say
are vncertaine: But hee that sayles in your Court Seas,
shall finde 'hem tenne times fuller of hazzard; wherein to see
what is to bee seene, is torment more then a free Spirite
can indure; But when you come to suffer, howe many
Iniuries swallowe you? What care and deuotion must you
vse, to humour an imperious Lord? proportion your lookes
to his lookes? smiles to his smiles? fit your sayles to the winde
of his breath?
Quick.
Tush hee's no Iourney-man in his craft, that can not
doe that.
Sinnedefie.
But hee's worse then a Prentise that does it,
not onely humouring the Lorde, but euery Trencher-
bearer, euery Groome that by indulgence and intelligence
crept into his fauour, and by Pandarisme into his Chamber;
He rules the roste: And when my honourable Lorde sayes it
shall bee thus, my worshipfull Rascall (the Groome of his
close stoole) sayes it shall not bee thus, claps the doore after
him, and who dares enter? A Prentise, quoth you? tis but
to learne to liue, and does that disgrace a man? hee that rises
hardly, stands firmely: but hee that rises with ease, Alas, falles
as easily.
Quickesiluer.
A pox on you, who taught you this mor
rallitie?
Securitie.
Tis long of this wittie Age, Maister Fran-
cis. But indeede, Mistris Synnedefie, all Trades complaine
of inconuenience, and therefore tis best to haue none. The
Marchaunt hee complaines, and sayes, Trafficke is subiect to
much vncertaintie and losse: let 'hem keepe their goods on
dry land with a vengeaunce, and not expose other mens
substances to the mercie of the windes, vnder protection of
a woodden wall (as Maister Francis sayes) and all for gree-
die desire, to enrich themselues with vnconscionable gaine,
two for one, or so: where I, and such other honest men as
liue by lending money, are content with moderate pro-
fite; Thirtie, or Fortie i'th'hundred: so wee may haue it
with quietnesse, and out of perill of winde and weather, ra-
ther then runne those daungerous courses of trading, as they
doe.
Quick.
Dad thou mayst well bee called Securitie, for thou
takest the safest course.
Securitie.
Faith the quieter, and the more contented;
and, out of doubt, the more godly. For Marchants in their
courses are neuer pleas'd, but euer repining against Hea-
uen: One prayes for a Westerly winde to carry his shippe
foorth; another for an Easterly to bring his shippe home;
and at euery shaking of a leafe, hee falles into an agonie,
to thinke what daunger his Shippe is in on such a Coast,
and so foorth. The Farmer hee is euer at oddes with the
Weather, sometimes the clowdes haue beene too barrens
Sometimes the Heauens forgette themselues, their Har-
uests answere not their hopes; Sometimes the Season
falles out too fruitefull, Corne will beare no price, and so
foorth. Th' Artificer, hee's all for a stirring worlde, if his
Trade bee too full and fall short of his expectation, then
falles he out of ioynt. Where we that trade nothing but money,
are free from all this, wee are pleasd with all weathers: let it
raine or hold vp, bee calme or windy, let the season be whatso-
euer, let Trade goe how it will, wee take all in good part;
een what please the heauens to send vs; so the Sunne stand not
still; and the Moone keepe her vsuall returnes; and make vp
dayes, moneths, and yeares.
Quick.
And you haue good securitie?
Secu.
I mary Francke, that's the speciall point.
Quick.
And yet forsooth wee must haue Trades to liue
withall; For wee cannot stand without legges, nor flye with-
out wings; and a number of such skurvie phrases. No, I say
still; hee that has wit, let him liue by his wit: hee that has none,
let him be a Trades-man.
Secu.
Witty Maister Francis!
Tis pittie any Trade should dull that quicke braine of yours.
Doe but bring Knight Petronell into my Parchment Toyles
once. and you shall neuer neede to toyle in any trade, a my credit! You know his wiues Land?
Quickesiluer.
Euen to a foote Sir, I haue beene often
there: a pretie fine Seate, good Land, all intire within it
selfe.
Secu.
Well wooded?
Quick.
Two hundered pounds woorth of wood readye
to fell. And a fine sweete house that stands iust in the midst an't,
like a Pricke in the midst of a Circle; would I were your Far-
mer, for a hundred pound a yeere.
Secu.
Excellent M. Francis; how I do long to doe thee good:
How I doe hunger, and thirst to haue the honour to inrich thee?
, euen to die, that thou mightest inherite my liuing: euen hun-
ger and thirst, -for a my Religion, M. Francis. And so tell Knight
Petronell I doe it to doe him a pleasure.
Quickesiluer.
Marry Dad, his horses are now comming vp,
to beare downe his Ladie, wilt thou lend him thy stable to set
'hem in?
Secur.
Faith M. Francis, I would be lothe to lend my Stable
out of dores, in a greater matter I will pleasure him, but not in
this.
Quick.
A pox of your hunger and thirst. Well Dad, let him
haue money: All he could any way get, is bestowed on a Ship,
now bound for Virginia: the frame of which voiage is so close-
ly conuaide, that his new Ladie nor any of her friendes know it.
Notwithstanding, as soone as his Ladyes hand is gotten to the
sale of her inheritance, and you haue furnisht him with money,
he will instantly hoyst Saile, and away.
Secur.
Now a Franck gale of winde goe with him, Maister
Franke, we haue too few such knight aduenturers: who would
not sell away competent certainties, to purchase (with any
danger) excellent vncertainties? your true knight venturer euer does it. Let his wife seale to day, he shall haue his money
to day.
Qui.
To morrow she shall, Dad, before she goes into the coũ-
try, to worke her to which actiõ, with the more engines, I pur-
pose presently to preferre my sweete Sinne here, to the place
of her Gentlewoman; whom you (for the more credit) shall
present as your friends daughter, a Gentlewoman of the coun-
trie, new come vp with a will for a while to learne fashions for-
sooth, and be toward some Ladie; and she shall buzz prettie
deuises into her Ladies eare; feeding her humors so seruicea-
blie (as the manner of such as she is you know.)
Secur.
True good Maister Fraunces.
Enter Sindefie.
Quic.
That she shall keepe her Port open to any thing she
commends to her.
Secur.
A'my religion, a most fashionable proiect; as good
she spoile the Lady, as the Lady spoile her; for tis three to one
of one fide: sweete mistresse Sinne, how are you bound to
maister Frances! I doe not doubt to see you shortly wedde one
of the head men of our cittie.
Sinne.
But sweete Franke, when shall my father Securitie
present me?
Quic.
With all festination; I haue broken the Ice to it al-
ready and will presently to the Knights house, whether, my
good old Dad, let me pray thee with all formallitie to man her.
Secur.
Commaund me Maister Frances; I doe hunger and
thirst to doe thee seruice. Come sweete Mistresse Sinne, take
leaue of my Wynnifride, and we will instantly meete francke
Maister Frances at your Ladies.
Enter Winnifride aboue.
Win.
Where is my Cu there? Cu?
Secur.
I Winnie.
Win.
Wilt thou come in, sweete Cu?
Secur.
I Wynney, presently.
Exeunt.
Quic.
I Wynney, quod he? thats all he can doe poore man;
he may well cut off her name at Wynney. O tis an egregious
Pandare! what will not an vsurous knaue be, so he may bee
riche? O'tis a notable Iewes trump! I hope to liue to see dogs
meate made of the old Vsurers flesh; Dice of his bones; and
Indentures of his skinne: and yet his skinne is too thicke to
make Parchment, 'twould make good Bootes for a Peeter
man to catch Salmon in. Your onely smooth skinne to make
fine Vellam is your Puritanes skinne; they be the smoothest
and slickest knaues in a countrie.
Enter Sir Petronell in Bootes with
a riding wan.
Petr.
Ile out of this wicked towne as fast as my horse can
trot: Here's now no good action for a man to spend his time in.
Tauerns growe dead; Ordinaries are blowne vp; Playes are
at a stand; Howses of Hospitallitie at a fall; not a Feather
wauing, nor a Spurre gingling any where: Ile away in-
stantlie.
Qui.
Y'ad best take some crownes in your purse Knight, or
else your Eastward Castle will smoake but miserably.
Petr.
O Francke! my castle? Alas all the Castles I haue, are
built with ayre, thou know'st.
Quic.
I know it Knight, and therefore wonder whether
your Lady is going.
Pet.
Faith to seeke her Fortune I thinke. I said I had a castle
and land Eastward, and Eastward she will without contra-
diction; her coach, and the coach of the Sunne must meete
full butt: And the Sunne being out shined with her Lady-
ships glorie, she feares hee goes Westward to hange him-
selfe.
Quic.
And I feare, when her enchanted Castle becomes in-
uisible, her Ladyship will returne and follow his example.
Petr.
O that she would haue the grace, for I shall neuer be
able to pacifie her, when she sees her selfe deceiued so.
Quic.
As easely as can be. Tell her she mistooke your di-
rections, and that shortly, your selfe will downe with her to
approoue it; and then, cloath but her croupper in a new
Gowne, and you may driue her any way you list: for these
womē Sir, are like Essex Calues, you must wriggle 'hem on by
the tayle still, or they will neuer driue orderly.
Petr.
But alas sweet Francke, thou know'st my habilitie will
not furnish her bloud with those costly humors.
Quic.
Cast that cost on me Sir, I haue spoken to my olde
Pandare Securitie, for money or commoditie; and commodi-
tie (if you will) I know he will procure you.
Petr.
Commoditie! Alas what commoditie?
Qui.
Why Sir? what say you to Figges, and Raysons?
Petr.
A plague of Figges and Raysons, and all such fraile
commodities, we shall make nothing of 'hem.
Quic.
Why then Sir, what say you to Fortie pound in ro-
sted Beefe?
Petr.
Out vpon't, I haue lesse stomacke to that, then to the
Figges and Raysons: Ile out of Towne, though I soiourne
with a friend of mine, for staye here I must not; my creditors
haue laide to arrest me, and I haue no friend vnder heauen
but my Sword to baile me.
Qui.
Gods me Knight, put 'hem in sufficient sureties, rather
then let your Sworde bayle you; Let 'hem take their choice,
eyther the Kings Benche, or the Fleete, or which of the
two Counters they like best, for by the Lord I like none of
'hem.
Petr.
Well Francke there is no iesting with my earnest ne-
cessitie; thou know'st if I make not present money to further
my voyage begun all's lost, and all I haue laid out about it.
Qui.
Why then Sir in earnest, if you can get your wise La-
dy to set her hand to the sale of her Inheritance, the bloud
hound Securitie will smell out ready money for you in-
stantly.
Petro.
There spake an Angell. To bring her to which
conformitie, I must faine my selfe extreamly amorous;
and alledging vrgent excuses for my stay, behinde, part
with her as passionately, as she would from her foysting
hound.
Qui.
You haue the Sowe by the right eare Sir: I warrant
there was neuer Childe longd more to ride a Cock horse, or
weare his new coate, thẽ she longs to ride in her new Coache:
She would long for euery thing when she was a maide; and
now she will runne mad for 'hem: I laye my life she will haue
euery yeare foure children; and what charge and change of
humour you must endure while she is with childe; and how
she will tie you to your tackling till she be with child, a Dog
would not endure: Nay, there is no Turne-spit Dog bound to
his wheele more seruily, then you shall be to her wheele; For
as that Dogge can neuer climbe the top of his wheele, but
when the toppe comes vnder him: so shall you neuer clime
the top of her contentment, but when she is vnder you.
Petr.
Slight how thou terrifiest me?
Quic.
Nay harke you sir; what Nurses, what Midwiues,
what Fooles, what Phisitions, what cunning women must be
sought for (fearing sometimes she is bewitcht, some times in a
consumption) to tell her tales, to talke bawdy to her, to make
her laughe, to giue her glisters, to let her bloud vnder the
tongue, and betwixt the toes; how she will reuile and kisse
you; spit in your face, and lick it off againe; how she will vaunt
you are her Creature; shee made you of nothing; how shee
could haue had thousand marke ioyntures; she could haue bin
made a Lady by a Scotche Knight; & neuer ha' married him:
Shee could haue had Poynados in her bed euery morning;
how she set you vp, and how she will pull you downe: youle
neuer be able to stand of your legges to endure it.
Petr.
Out of my fortune, what a death is my life bound face
to face too? The best is, a large Time-fitted conscience is bound
to nothing: Marriage is but a forme in the Schoole of Policie,
to which Schollers sit fastned onely with painted chaines, old
Securities young wife is nere the further of with me.
Quic.
Thereby lyes a tale sir. The old vsurer will be here
instantly, with my Puncke Syndefie, whome you know your
Lady has promist mee to entertaine for her Gentlewoman:
and he (with a purpose to feede on you) inuites you most so-
lemnly by me to supper.
Petr.
It falls out excellently fitly: I see desire of gaine makes
Iealousie venturous:
See Francke here comes my Lady: Lord how she viewes thee,
she knowes thee not I thinke in this brauerie.
Gyr.
How now? who be you I pray?
Quic.
One maister Frances Quickesiluer, an't please your La-
diship.
Gyr.
Gods my dignitie! as I am a Lady, if he did not make
me blush so that mine eyes stood awater, would I were unma-
ried againe:
Qui.
See Madam, she now comes to attend you.
Secur.
God saue my honourable Knight, and his worship-
full Lady.
Gyr.
Y' are very welcome! you must not put on your Hat yet.
Secur.
No Madam; till I know your Ladiships further plea-
sure, I will not presume.
Gyr.
And is this a Gentlemans daughter new come out of
the countrie?
Secur.
She is Madam; & one that her Father hath a speciall
care to bestowe in some honourable Ladies seruice, to put her
out of her honest humours forsooth, for she had a great de-
sire to be a Nun, an't please you.
Gyr.
A Nun? what Nun? a Nun Substantiue? or a Nun
Adiectiue?
Secur.
A Nun Substantiue Madam I hope, if a Nun be a
Noune. But I meane, Lady, a vowd maide of that order.
Gyr.
Ile teach her to be a maide of the order I warrant
you: and can you doe any worke belongs to a Ladyes
Chamber?
Synde.
What I cannot doe, Madam, I would bee glad to
learne.
Gyr.
Well said, hold vp then; hold vp your head I say, come
hether a little.
Synd.
I thanke your Ladiship.
Gyr.
And harke you; Good man, you may put on your Hatt
now, I doe not looke on you: I must haue you of my faction
now; not of my Knights, maide.
Synd.
No forsooth Madam of yours.
Gyr.
And draw all my seruants in my Bowe, and keepe my
counsell, and tell me tales, and put me Riddles and reade on a
booke sometimes when I am busie, and laugh at countrie
Gentlewomen, and command any thing in the house for my
reteiners, and care not what you spend, for it is all mine; and in
any case, be still a Maide what soeuer you doe, or whatsoeuer
any man can doe vnto you.
Secur.
I warrant your Ladiship for that.
Gyr.
Very well, you shall ride in my coach with me into the
country to morrow morning; Come Knight, pray thee lets
make a short supper, and to bed presently.
Secur.
Nay good Madam, this night I haue a short Supper
at home, waites on his worships acceptation.
Gyr.
By my faith but he shall not goe Sir; I shall swoune
and he sup from me.
Petr.
Pray thee forbeare; shall he lose his prouision?
Gyr.
I by Lady Sir, rather then I lose my longing; come in I
fay: as I am a Lady you shall not goe.
Quic.
I told him what a Burre he had gotten.
Secur.
If you will not sup from your Knight Madam, let me
entreate your Ladiship to sup at my house with him.
Gyr.
No by my faith Sir, then we cannot be a bed soone en-
ough, after supper.
Petr.
What a Medcine is this? well Maister Securitie, you
are new married as well as I; I hope you are bound as well:
we must honour our young wiues you know.
Quic.
In pollicie Dad, till to morrow she has seald.
Secur.
I hope in the morning yet your Knight-hood will
breake-fast with me.
Petr.
As early as you will Sir.
Secur.
Thanke your good worship; I do hunger and thirst
to do you good Sir.
Gyr.
Come sweete Knight come, I do hunger and thyrst to be
a bed with thee.
Actus Tertii. Scæna Prima.
Enter Petronell, Quicksiluer, Securitie, Bramble,
and Wynnifrid.
Petr.
Thankes for our feastlike Breakefast good Maister Se-
curitie, I am sory, (by reason of my instant haste to so long a
voyage as Virginia,) I am without meanes, by any kinde
amends to show how affectionatly I take your kindnesse, and
to confirme by some worthy ceremonie a perpetuall league
of friendship betwixt vs.
Secur.
Excellent Knight; let this be a token betwixt vs of
inuiolable friendship: I am new marryed to this fayre Gen-
tlewoman you know; & (by my hope to make her fruitefull
though I be something in yeares) I vowe faithfully vnto
you, to make you Godfather (though in your absence) to the
first childe I am blest withall; and henceforth call me Gossip
I beseech you, if you please to accept it.
Petr.
In the highest degree of gratitude, my most wor-
thy Gossip; for confirmation of which friendly title, let
me entreate my faire Gossip your Wife here, to accept this
Diamond, and keepe it as my gift to her first Childe,
wheresoeuer my Fortune in euent of my Voyage shall be-
stowe me.
Secur.
How now my coye wedlock! make you strange of
so Noble a fauour? take it I charge you, with all affection,
and (by way of taking your leaue) present boldly your lips
to our honourable Gossip.
Quick.
How ventrous he is to him, and how iealous to
others!
Pet.
Long may this kinde touch of our lippes Print in our
hearts al the formes of affection. And now my good Gos-
sip, if the writings be ready to which my wife should seale,
let them be brought this morning, before she takes Coache
into the countrie, and my kindnesse shall worke her to dis-
patche it.
Secur.
The writings are ready Sir. My learned counsell
here, Maister Bramble, the Lawyer hath perusde them; and
within this houre, I will bring the Scriuenour with them to
your worshipfull Lady.
Petr.
Good Maister Bramble, I will here take my leaue of
you then; God send you fortunate Pleas sir, and contentious
Clients.
Bram.
And you foreright windes Sir, and a fortunate
voyage.
Mess.
Sir Petronell, here are three or foure Gentlemen desire
to speake with you.
Pet.
What are they?
Qui.
They are your followers in this voyage Knight, Cap-
taineSeagull and his associates, I met them this morning, and
told them you would be here.
Pet.
Let them enter I pray you, I know they long to bee
gone, for their stay is dangerous.
Enter Seagull, Scapethrift, and Spendall.
Sea.
God saue my honourable Collonell.
Pet.
Welcome good Captaine Seagull, and worthy Gentle-
men, if you will meete my friend Francke here, and me, at the
blew Anchor Tauerne by Billinsgate this Euening, we will
there drinke to our happy voyage, be merry, and take Boate
to our Ship with all expedition.
Spoyl.
Deferre it no longer I beseech you Sir, but as your
voyage is hetherto carried closely, and in another Knights
name, so for your owne safetie and ours, let it be continued,
our meeting and speedy purpose of departing knowne to as
few as is possible, least your Ship and goods be attacht.
Qui.
Well aduisd Captaine our Collonell shall haue money
this morning to dispatch all our departures, bring those
Gentlemen at night to the place appointed, and with our
skinnes full of vintage, weele take occasion by the vantage,
and away.
Spoyl.
We will not faile but be there sir.
Pet.
Good morrow good Captaine, and my worthy asso-
ciates. Health and all Soueraigntie to my beautifull gossip.
for you sir, we shall see you presently with the writings.
Secur.
With writings and crownes to my honorable gossip:
I do hunger and thirst to doe you good sir.
Actus tertii. Scena Secunda.
Enter a Coachman in hast in's frock feeding.
Coach.
Heer's a stirre when Cittizens ride out of Towne in-
deed, as if all the house were a fire; Slight they will not giue
a man leaue, to eat's breakfast afore he rises.
Enter Hamlet a footeman in haste.
Ham.
What Coachman? my Ladyes Coach for shame; her
ladiships ready to come downe;
Enter Potkinn, a Tankerd bearer.
Pot.
Sfoote Hamlet; are you madde? whether run you
now you should brushe vp my olde Mistresse?
Enter Syndefye.
Synd.
What Potkinn? you must put off your Tankerd, and
put on your blew cote and waite vpon Mistrisse Toochstone
into the country.
Pot.
I will forsooth presently.
Enter Mistresse Fond, and Mistresse Gazer.
Fond.
Come sweete Mistresse Gazer, lets watch here, and see
my Lady Flashe take coach.
Gaz.
A my word heer's a most fine place to stand in, did
you see the new Ship lancht last day Mistresse Fond.
Fond.
O God, and we cittizens should loose such a sight?
Gaz.
I warrant, here will be double as many people to see her take coach, as there were to see it take water.
Fond.
O shee's married to a most fine Castle 'ith' countrey
they say?
Gaz.
But there are no Gyants in the Castle, are there?
Fond.
O no, they say her Knight kild' hem all and therefore
he was knighted.
Gaz.
Would to God her Ladiship would come away.
Enter Gyr. Mistris Tooch. Synd. Ham. Por.
Fond.
She comes, she comes, she comes.
Gaz. Fond.
Pray heauen blesse your Ladiship.
Gyr.
Thanke you good people; my coach for the loue of
Heauen, my coach? in good truth I shall swoune else.
Ham.
Coach? coach my Ladies coach.
Exit.
Gir.
As I am a Lady, I thinke I am with child already, I long
for a coach so; may one be with childe afore they are married
Mother?
Mist.
Touch. I by'rladie Madam, a little thing does that; I
haue seene a little prick no bigger then a pins head, swell big-
ger and bigger, til it has come to an Ancome; & eene so tis in
these cases.
Enter Ham.
Ham.
Your Coach is comming, Madam.
Gyr.
That's well said; Now heauen! me thinks, I am eene vp
to the knees in preferment;
But a little higher, but a little higher, but a little higher,
There, there, there lyes Cupids fire.
Mist. Touch.
But must this young man, an't please you Ma-
dam, run by your coach all the way a foote?
Gyr.
I by my faith I warrant him, he giues no other milke, as
I haue an other seruant does.
Mist. Touch.
Ahlas! tis eene pittie me thinks; for Gods sake
Madam buy him but a Hobbie horse, let the poore youth haue
something betwixt his legges to ease 'hem; Ahlas! we must do
as we would be done too;
Gir.
Goe too, hold your peace dame, you talke like an olde
foole I tell you.
Enter Petr. and Quicksiluer.
Pet.
Wilt thou be gone, sweete Honny suckle, before I can
goe with thee?
Gyr.
I pray thee sweete Knight let me; I do so long to dresse
vp thy castle afore thou com'st: But I marle how e my modest
Sister occupies her selfe this morning, that shee can not waite
on me to my Coach, as well as her mother!
Quick.
Mary Madam, shee's married by this time to Pren-
tiseGoulding; your Father, and some one more, stole to Church
with 'hem, in all the haste, that the cold meat left at your wed-
ding, might serue to furnish their Nuptiall table.
Gyr.
There's no base fellowe, my Father, nowe: but hee's
eene fit to Father such a Daughter: he must call me daughter
no more now; but Madam; and please you Madam: and
please your worship Madam, indeede; out vpon him, marry
his daughter to a base Prentise?
Mist. Touch.
What should one doe? is there no lawe for
one that marries a womans daughter against her will? howe
shall we punish him Madam.
Gyr.
As I am a Lady an't would snowe, wee'd so peble 'hem
with snowe bals as they come from Church; but sirra, Franck
Quick.
I Madam.
Gir.
Dost remember since thou and I clapt what d'ye'calts in
the Garrat?
Quick.
I know not what you meane Madam.
Gyr.
His head as white as mylke,
All flaxen was his haire:
But now he is dead,
And laid in his Bedd,
And neuer will come againe. God be at your labour.
Enter Touch. Gould. Mild. with Rosemary.
Pet.
Was there euer such a Lady?
Quic.
See Madam, the Bride and Bridegrome:
Gyr.
Gods my precious! God giue you ioy Mistrisse What
lacke you. Now out vpon thee Baggage; my sister married in a
Taffeta Hat? Mary hang you; Westward with a waniõ te'yee.
Nay I haue done we ye Minion thē y'faith, neuer looke to haue
my countnance any more: nor any thing I can do for thee.
Thou ride in my Coach? or come downe to my Castle? fie
vpon thee: I charge thee in my Ladiships name, call me Sister
no more.
Touch.
An't please your worship, this is not your Sister: This
is my daughter, and she call me Father, and so does not your
Ladiship an't please your worship Madam.
Mist. Touch.
No nor she must not call thee Father by Heral-
drie, because thou mak'st thy Prentise thy Sonne as wel as she;
Ah thou misproude Prentise, dar'st thou presume to marry a
Ladies Sister?
Gou.
It pleas'd my Master forsooth to embolden me with
his fauour: And though I confesse my selfe farre vnworthie so
worthy a wife (beeing in part, her seruant, as I am your Pren-
tise) yet (since I may say it without boasting) I am borne a
Gentleman, and by the Trade I haue learn'd of my Master
(which I trust taints not my blood) able with mine owne
Industrie and portion to maintaine your daughter, my hope
is, heauen will so blesse our humble beginning, that in the end
I shalbe no disgrace to the grace with which my Master hath
bound me his double Prentise.
Touch.
Master me no more Sonne if thou think'st me wor-
thy to be thy father.
Gry.
Sunne? Now good Lord how he shines and you marke
him! hee's a gentleman.
Gon.
I indeede Madam, a Gentleman borne.
Pet.
Neuer stand a'your Gentrye M. Bridgegrome: if your
legges be no better then your Armes, you'le be able to stand vp-
on neither shortly.
Touch.
An't please your good worshippe Sir, there are two
sorts of Gentlemen.
Pet.
What meane you Sir?
Touch.
Bold to put off my hat to your worshippe.
Pet.
Nay pray forbeare Sir, and then foorth with your two
sorts of Gentlemen.
Touch.
If your worship will haue it so? I saye there are two
sorts of Gentlemen. There is a Gentleman Artificiall, and a
gentleman Naturall; Now, though your worship be a Gentle-
man Naturall: Worke vpon that now.
Quick.
Well said olde Touchstone, I am proude to heare
thee enter a set speech yfaith, forth I beseech thee.
Touch.
Cry you mercie Sir, your worship's a Gentleman. I
doe not know? if you bee one of my acquaintance y'are very
much disguisde Sir.
Quick.
Go too old Quipper: forth with thy speech I say.
Touch.
What Sir, my speeches were euer in vaine to your
gratious worship: And therefore till I speake to you gallantry
in deed, I will saue my breath for my broth anon. Come my
poore sonne and daughter; Let vs hide our selues in our poore
humilitie and liue safe: Ambition consumes it selfe, with the ve-
ry show. Worke vpon that now.
Gyr
Let him goe, let him goe for Gods sake: let him make
his Prentise, his sonne for Gods sake: giue away his daughter
for Gods sake: and when they come a begging to vs for Gods
sake, let's laugh at their good husbandry for Gods sake. Fare-
well sweet Knight, pray thee make haste after.
Pet.
What shall I say? I would not haue thee goe,
Quick.
Now, O now, I must depart;
Parting though it absence moue,
This Dittie knight, doe I see in thy lookes in Capitall Letters.
What a grief tis to depart, and leaue the flower that has my hart?
My sweete Ladie, and alacke for woe, why should we part so?
Tell truth Knight, and shame all dissembling Louers; does not
your paine lye on that side?
Pet.
If it doe, canst thou tell me how I may cure it?
Quick.
Excellent easily; diuide your selfe in two halfes, iust
by the girdlestead; send one halfe with your Lady, and keepe the
tother your selfe: or else doe as all true Louers doe, part with
your heart and leaue your bodie behinde: I haue seen't done a
hundred times: Tis as easie a matter for a Louer to part with-
out a heart from his sweete heart, and he nere the worse: as for a
Mouse to get from a Trappe and leaue her taile behinde him.
See here comes the Writings.
Secu.
Good morrow to my worshipfull Ladie. I present
your Ladishippe with this writing; to which if you please to
set your hand, with your Knights, a veluet Gowne shall attend
your iourney a' my credite.
Gir.
What Writing is it Knight?
Petrenell.
The sale (sweete heart) of the poore Tenement I
tolde thee off, onely to make a little money to sende thee
downe furniture for my Castle, to which my hand shall lead
thee.
Gyr.
Very well: Now giue me your Pen I pray.
Qui.
It goes downe without chewing y'faith.
Scriue.
Your worships deliuer this as your deede?
Ambo.
Wee doe.
Gyr.
So now Knight farewell till I see thee.
Pet.
All farewell to my sweet heart.
Mistris Touch.
God-boye, sonne Knight.
Pet.
Farewell my good Mother.
Gyr.
Farewell Francke, I would faine take thee downe if I
could.
Quickesiluer.
I thanke your good Ladiship; Farewell Mistris
Syndifie.
Pet.
O tedious Voyage, whereof there is no ende!
What will they thinke of me?
Quick.
Thinke what they list; They long'd for a vagarie in-
to the Countrie, and now they are fitted: So a woman marry to
ride in a Coach, she cares not if she ride to her Ruine; Tis the
great ende of many of their mariages: This is not first time a
Lady has ridde a false iournie in her Coach I hope.
Pet.
Nay, tis no Matter, I care little what they thinke; hee
that wayes mens thoughts, has his handes full of nothing: A
man in the course of this worlde should bee like a Surgeons
instrument, worke in the woundes of others, and feele no-
thing himselfe. The sharper, and subtler, the better.
Quickesiluer.
As it falles out nowe Knight, you shall not
neede to deuise excuses, or endure her out-cryes, when shee re-
turnes; wee shall now bee gone before, where they can not
reache vs.
Petronell.
Well my kinde Compere, you haue now Th' as-
surance we both can make you; let mee now entreate you, the
money wee agree'd on may bee brought to the Blewe An-
cor nere to Billings-gate, by Six a Clocke: where I and my
cheife friends, bound for this voyage, will with Feastes attend
you.
Secu.
The money my most honorable Compere, shall with-
out fayle obserue your appointed howre.
Pet.
Thankes my deare Gossip. I must now impart
To your approued loue, a louing secret:
As one on whome my life doth more relie
In friendly trust, then any man aliue.
Nor shall you be the chosen Secretarie
Of my affections, for affection onely;
For I protest, (if God blesse my returne,)
To make you Partner, in my actions gaine
As deepely, as if you had ventur'd with me
Halfe my expences. Know then, honest Gossip,
I haue inioyed with such diuine contentment,
A Gentlewomans Bedde, whome you well knowe,
That I shall nere enioy this tedious Voiage,
Nor liue the lest part of the time it asketh,
Without her presence; So I thirst and hunger
To taste the deare feast of her companie.
And if the hunger and the thirst you vow
(As my sworne Gossip) to my wished good
Be (as I knowe it is) vnfainde and firme,
Doe mee an easie fauour in your Power.
Secur.
Bee sure braue Gossip, all that I can doe
To my best Nerue, is wholly at your seruice:
Who is the woman (first) that is your friend?
Pet.
The woman is your learned Counsailes wife,
The Lawyer Maister Bramble: whome would you,
Bring out this Euen, in honest Neighbour-hood
To take his leaue with you, of me your Gossip.
I, in the meane time, will send this my friende
Home to his house, to bring his wife disguis'd
Before his face, into our companie:
For Loue hath made her looke for such a wile,
To free her from his tyranous Ielosie.
And I would take this course before another:
In stealing her away to make vs sport,
And gull his circumspection the more grosely.
And I am sure that no man like your selfe,
Hath credite with him to entice his Ielosie,
To so long staye abrode, as may giue time
To her enlardgment, in such safe disguise.
Secu.
A pretie, pithie, and most pleasant proiect!
Who would not straine a point of Neigh-bourhood,
For such a point, de-vice? that as the shippe
Of famous Draco, went about the world,
Will wind about the Lawyer, compassing,
The world him selfe, he hath it in his armes:
And that's enough, for him, without his wife.
A Lawyer is Ambitious, and his head,
Can not bee prais'de, nor rais'de too high,
With any Forcke, of highest knauerye.
Ile goe fetche her straight.
Per.
So, so, Now Franke goe thou home to his house,
Stead of his Lawyers, and bring his wife hether:
Who iust like to the Lawyers wife, is prison'd,
With his sterne vsurous Ielosie; which could neuer
Be ouer reacht-thus, but with ouer-reaching.
Secu.
And M. Francis, watch you th'instant time
To Enter with his Exit: t'wilbe rare,
T'wo fine horn'd Beastes A Cammell and a Lawyer!
Quickesiluer.
How the olde villaine ioyes in villany?
And harke you Gossip, when you haue her here,
Haue your Bote ready, shippe her to your Ship
With vtmost haste, lest Maister Bramble stay you,
To o're reach that head that outreacheth all heads?
Tis a trick Rampant; Tis a very Quiblyn;
I hope this haruest, to pitch cart with Lawyers;
Their heads wil be so forked; This slie tooche
Will get Apes to inuent a number such.
Quick.
Was euer Rascall, honied so with poyson?
He that delights in slauish Auarice
Is apt to ioy in euery sort of vice.
Wel, ile goe fetch his wife, whilst he the Lawyers.
Pet.
But stay Franck, lets thinke how we may disguise her
vpon this sodaine.
Quick.
Gods me there's the mischiefe; but harke you, here's
an excellent deuice; fore God a Rare one: I will carry her a
Saylers gowne and cap and couer her; & a players beard;
Pet.
And what vpon her head?
Quick.
I tell you a Sailers Cap: slight God forgiue mee, what
kind of figent memorie haue you?
Pet.
Nay then, what kinde of figent wit hast thou?
A Saylers cap? how shall she put it off
When thou presentst her to our companie?
Quick.
Tush man, for that, make her a sawcie sayler.
Pet.
Tush tush tis no fit sawce for such sweete mutton; I
know not what t'aduise.
Enter Secur. with his wiues gowne.
Secur.
Knight, knight a rare deuise.
Pet.
Sownes yet againe.
Quick.
What stratagem haue you now?
Secur.
The best that euer. You talkt of disguising?
Pet.
I mary Gossip thats our present care.
Secur.
Cast care a way then here's the best deuice
For plaine Security (for I am no better)
I think that euer liu'd: here's my wiues gowne
Which you may put vpon the Lawyers wife,
And which I brought you sir for two great reasons;
One is, that Maister Bramble may take hold
Of some suspition that it is my wife,
And gird me so perhaps with his law wit,
The other (which is pollicie indeede)
Is, that my wife may now be tyed at home,
Hauing no more but her old gowne abroade,
And not showe me a quirck, while I fyrke others.
Is not this rare?
Ambo.
The best that euer shas.
Secur.
Am I not borne to furnish Gentlemen?
Pet.
O my deare Gossip!
Secur.
Well hold Maister Francis, watch when the Lawyer's
out, and put it in; And now -- I will go fetch him.
Quick.
O my Dad! he goes as twere the Deuill to fetch the
Lawyer; and deuill shall he be if hornes wil make him.
Pet.
why how now Gossip, why stay you there musing?
Secur.
A toye, a toy runns in my head yfaith.
Quick.
A pox of that head, is there more toyes yet?
Pet.
What is it pray thee Gossip?
Secur.
Why Sir? what if you should slip away now with my
wiues best gowne, I hauing no securitie for it?
Quick.
For that I hope Dad you will take our words.
Secu.
I by th'masse your word thats a proper staffe
For wise Security to leane vpon;
But tis no matter, once ile trust my Name,
On your crackt credits, let it take no shame,
Fetch the wench Franck.
Quick.
Ile wait vpon you sir.
And fetch you ouer, you were nere so fetcht:
Go, to the Tauerne Knight, your followers
Pet.
Would I might lead them to no hotter seruise,
Enter Seagull Spendall and Scapthrift in the
Tauerne with a Drawer.
Sea.
Come Drawer, pierce your neatest Hogsheades, & lets
haue cheare, not fit for your Billingsgate Tauerne; bnt for our
Virginian Colonel; he wilbe here instantly.
Draw.
You shall haue all things fit sir; please you haue any
more Wine.
Spend.,
More wine Slaue? whether we drinke it or no,
spill it, and drawe more.
Scap.
Fill all the pottes in your house with all sorts of licour,
and let 'hem waite on vs here like Souldiers in their Pewter,
coates; Aud though we doe not employe them now, yet wee
will maintaine 'hem, till we doe.
Draw.
Said like an honourable Captaine; you shall haue
all you can command Sir.
Sea.
Come boyes, Virginia longs till we share the rest of
her Maiden-head.
Spend.
Why is she inhabited already with any English?
Sea.
A whole Conntry of English is there man, bred of
those that were left there in 79. They haue married with the
Indians, and make 'hem bring forth as beautifull faces as any
we haue in England: and therefore the Indians are so in loue
with 'hem, that all the treasure they haue, they lay at their
feete.
Scap.
But is there such treasure there Captaine, as I haue
heard?
Sea.
I tell thee, Golde is more plentifull there then Cop-
per is with vs: and for as much redde Copper as I can bring,
Ile haue thrice the waight in Golde. Why man all their drip-
ping Pans and their Chamber pottes are pure Gold; and all
the Chaines, with which they chaine vp their streetes, are
massie Golde; all the Prisoners they take, are fetterd in
Gold: and for Rubies and Diamonds, they goe forth on
holydayes and gather 'hem by the Sea-shore, to hang on
their childrens Coates, and sticke in their Capps, as common-
ly as our children weare Saffron guilt Brooches, and groates
with hoales in 'hem.
Scap.
And is it a pleasant Countrie withall?
Sea.
As euer the Sunne shinde on: temperate and full of
all sorts of excellent viands; wilde Boare is as common
there, as our tamest Bacon is here: Venison, as Mutton.
And then you shall liue freely there, without Sargeants, or
Courtiers, or Lawyers, or Intelligencers. Then for your
meanes to aduancement, there, it is simple, and not preposte-
rously mixt: You may be an Alderman there, and neuer be
Scauinger; you may be any other officer, and neuer be a
Slaue. You may come to preferment enough, and neuer be a
Pandar. To Riches, and Forune inough and haue neuer the
more Villany, nor the lesse wit. Besides, there, we shall haue
no more Law then Conscience, and not too much of either;
serue God inough, eate and drinke inough, and inough is as
Spend.
Gods me! and how farre is it thether?
Sea.
Some six weekes sayle, no more, with any indifferent
good winde: And If I get to any part of the coaste of Affri-
ca, Ile saile thether with any winde. Or when I come to Cape
Finister, ther's a foreright winde continuall wafts vs till
we come at Virginia. See, our Collonell's come.
Enter Sir Petronell with his Followers.
Petr.
Well mette good Captaine Seagull, and my Noble
Gentlemen! Nowe the sweete houre of our freedome is at
hand.
Come Drawer. Fill vs some carowses; and prepare
vs for the mirth, that will be occasioned presently: Here
will be a prety wenche Gentlemen, that will beare vs com-
pany all our voyage.
Sea.
Whatsoeuer she be; here's to her health Noble Colo-
nell, both with Cap and Knee.
Petr.
Thankes kinde Captaine Seagull. Shee's one I
loue dearely; and must not bee knowne till wee bee free
from all that knowe vs: And so Gentlemen, heer's to her
health.
Ambo.
Let it come worthy Collonell, Wee doe hunger and
Petr.
Afore heauen, you haue hitte the phrase of one
that her presence will touch, from the foote to the forehead,
if ye knew it.
Spend.
Why then we wil ioyne his forehead, with her health,
sir: and Captaine Scapethrift, here's to 'hem both,
Enter Securitie and Bramble.
Secu.
See, see, Maister Bramble; fore heauen their voyage
cannot but prosper, they are o'their knees for successe to it.
Bram.
And they pray to God Bacchus.
Secu.
God saue my braue Colonell with all his tall Cap-
taines and Corporalls; see sir, my worshipfull learned Coun-
saile, M. Bramble, is come to take his leaue of you.
Pet.
Worshipfull M. Bramble, how farre doe you drawe vs
into the sweete bryer of your kindnesse? come Captain Seagull,
another health to this rare Bramble, that hath neuer a pricke
about him.
Sea.
I pledge his most smooth disposition sir: come maister
Securitie, bend your supporters, and pleadge this notorious
health here.
Secu.
Bend you yours likewise, M. Bramble, for it is you shal
pleadge me.
Sea.
Not so, M. Securitie, hee must not pleadge his owne
health.
Secu.
No Maister Captaine?
Why then here's one is fitly come to doe him that honour.
Quick.
Here's the Gentlewoman your cosin sir, whom with
much entreatie I haue brought to take her leaue of you in a
Tauerne; asham'd whereof, you must pardon her if she put not
off her Maske.
Pet.
Pardon mee sweete Cosen, my kinde desire to see you
before I went, made mee so importunate to entreat your pre-
sence here.
Secu.
How now M. Frances? haue you honour'd this pre-
sence with a faire Gentlewoman?
Quick.
Pray sir, take you no notice of her, for she will not be
knowne to you.
Secu.
But my learn'd Counsaile, M. Bramble here, I hope
may know her.
Quick.
No more then you sir, at this time, his learning must
pardon her.
Secu.
Well, God pardon her for my part, and I doe Ile bee
sworne; and so Maister Francis, here's to all that are going
Eastward to night, towardes Cuckolds hauen; and so to the
health of Maister Bramble.
Quick.
I pledge it Sir, hath it gone rounde, Captaines?
Sea.
It has sweet Franck, and the rounde closes with thee.
Quic.
Wel Sir, here's to al Eastward & toward Cuckolds, &
so to famouse Cuckolds hauen so fatally remembred.
Surgit.
Pet.
Nay pray thee Cuz weepe not; Gossip Securitie?
Secu.
I my braue Gossip.
Pet.
A word I beseech you Sir; our friende, Mistresse Bram-
ble here, is so dissolu'd in teares, that shee drownes the whole
mirth of our meeting: sweete Gossip, take her aside and com-
fort her.
Secu.
Pittie of all true loue, Mistresse Bramble, what weepe
you to enioy your loue? whats the cause Ladie? ist because
your husband is so neere, and your heart earnes, to haue a litle
abus'd him? Ahlas, Ahlas, the offence is too common to be re-
spected; So great a grace, hath seldome chanc'd to so unthank-
full a woman; to be rid of an old ielous Dotard; to enioy the
armes, of a louing young Knight; that when your prick-lesse
Bramble is withered with griefe of your losse, will make you
floorish a fresh in the Bed of a Ladie.
Enter Drawer.
Draw.
Sir Petronell, here's one of your water men come to
tell you, it wilbe flood these three houres; and that t'will bee
dangerous going against the Tyde: for the skie is ouer cast, &
there was a Porcpisce, euen now seene at Londõ bridge, which
is alwaies the messenger of tempests, he sayes.
Pet.
A Porcpisce? whats that to th'purpose? charge him if he
oue his life to attend vs: can we not reach Blacke wall (where
my ship lyes) against the tide, and in spight of Tempests? Cap-
taines and Gentlemen, wee'll begin a new ceremony at the be-
ginning of our voyage, which I beleeue will be followd of all
future aduenturers.
Sea.
Whats that good Colonell?
Pet.
This, Captaine Seagull; wee'll haue our prouided Supper
brought a bord Sir Francis Drakes Ship, that hath compast the
world: where with full Cupps, and Banquets we wil doe sacri-
fice for a prosperous voyage. My minde giues me that some
good Spirits of the waters should haunt the desart ribs of her;
and be auspicious to all that honour her memorie, and will
with like Orgies, enter their voyages.
Sea.
Rarely conceipted; one health more to this motion,
& aboard to performe it. He that wil not this night be drunke,
may he neuer be Sober.
the dronken round, and drinke carowses.
Bram.
Sir Petronell and his honourable Captaines, in these
young seruices, we olde Seruitors may bee spard: We onely
came to take our leaues, and with one health to you all, Ile be
bold to do so. Here neighbour Securitie, to the health of Sir
Petronell, and all his Captaines.
Secu.
You must bend then Maister Bramble; So, now I am
for you: I haue one corner of my braine, I hope, fit to beare
one carouse more. Here Lady, to you that are encompast
there, & are asham'd of our company. Ha ha, ha, by my troth,
(my learn'd counsaile Maister Bramble) my minde runnes so
of Cuckolds hauen to night, that my Head runnes ouer with
admiration.
Bram.
But is not that your wife, Neighbour?
Secu.
No by my troth Maister Bramble; ha, ha, ha, a Pox of
all Cuckolds-hauens I say.
Bram.
A'my faith, her garments are exceeding like your
Secu.
Cucullus non facit Monachum, my learn'd Counsaile;
all are not Cuckolds that seeme so, nor all seeme not that are
so. Giue me your hand, my learn'd Counsaile, you and I will
Supp some where else, then at Sir Frances Drakes Shipp to
night. Adue my Noble Gossip.
Bram.
Good Fortune braue Captaines; faire skies God
send yee.
Omnes.
Farewell my harts, farewell.
Pet.
Gossip, laugh no more at Cuckolds-hauen Gossip.
Secu.
I haue done, I haue done Sir, will you leade Maister
Bramble? ha, ha, ha.
Pet.
Captaine Seagull, charge a boate.
Omnes.
A Boate, a boate, a boate.
Exeunt.
Draw.
Y' are in a proper taking indeed to take a Boate, espe-
pecially at this time of night, and against Tide and Tempest;
They say yet, drunken men neuer take harme; this night will
trie the truth of that Prouerbe.
Enter Securitie.
Secu.
What Winnie? Wife, I say? out of dores at this time!
where should I seeke the Gad-flye? Billingsgate, Billingsgate,
Billingsgate. Shee's gone with the Knight, shee's gone with
the Knight; woe be to thee Billingsgate. A boate, a boate, a
boate, a full hunderd Markes for a boate.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Slitgut, with a paire of Oxe hornes, disco-
uering Cuckolds-Hauen aboue.
Slit.
All haile, faire Hauen of married men onely, for there
are none but married men Cuckolds. For my part, I presume
not to arriue here, but in my Maisters behalfe, (a poore But-
cher of East-cheape) who sends me to set vp (in honour
of Saint Luke) these necessarie Ensignes of his homage:
And vp I got this morning, thus early, to get vp to the toppe
of this famous Tree, that is all fruite and no leaues, to ad-
uance this Crest of my Maisters occupation. Vp then,
Heauen and Saint Luke blesse me, that I be not blowne into
the Thames as I clime, with this furious Tempest; Slight, I
thinke the Deuill be abroade, in likenesse of a storme, to rob
me of my Hornes: Harke how he roares. Lord! what a coyle
the Thames keepes! she beares some vniust burthen I beleeue,
that she kicks and curuets thus to cast it: Heauen blesse all
honest passengers, that are vpon her back now, for the Bitte
is out of her mouth I see, and shee will runne away with
'hem. So, so, I thinke I haue made it looke the right way, it
runnes against London Bridge (as it were) euen full butt.
And now, let mee discouer from this loftie prospect, what
pranckes the rude Thames playes in her desperate lunacie. O
me, here's a Boate has beene cast away hard by. Alas, alas, See
one of her passengers, labouring for his life, to land at this Ha-
uen here; pray heauen he may recouer it: His next land is euẽ
iust vnder me; hold out yet a little: whatsoeuer thou art, pray,
and take a good heart to thee. Tis a man, take a mans heart
to thee; yet a little further, get vp a thy legges man: now, tis
shallowe enough. So, so, so! Alas, hee's downe againe; hold thy
winde Father: tis a man in a Night-cappe. So! now hee's got vp
againe: now hee's past the worst: yet thankes be to heauen; he
comes toward me pretie and strongly.
Enter Securitie without his hat, in an
Night-cap, wett, band, &c.
Secu.
Heauen, I beseech thee, how haue I offended thee!
where am I cast a shore nowe, that I may goe a righter way
home by land? Let me see. O I am scarce able to looke about
me! where is there any Sea-marke that I am acquainted withall?
Slit.
Looke vp Father, are you acquainted with this Marke?
Secu.
What! landed at Cuckolds hauen? Hell and damnation.
I will runne backe and drowne my selfe.
Slit.
Poore man how weake hee is! the weake water ha's
washt away his strength.
Sec.
Landed at Cuckolds hauen? if it had not bin to die twentie
times a liue, I should neuer haue scapt death: I will neuer arise
more: I will grouell here and eate durt till I be choak't: I will
make the gentle earth doe that, which the cruell water ha's
denied me.
Slit.
Alas good father, be not so desperate; Rise man: if you
will, Ile come presently and lead you home.
Secu.
Home? shall I make any know my Home, that has
knowne me thus abrode? how lowe shall I crouch away, that no
eye may see mee? I will creepe on the earth while I liue, and
neuer looke heauen in the face more.
Slit.
What yong Planet raignes now troe, that olde men are
so foolish? What desperate yong Swaggerer would haue bin a-
broad such a wether as this, vpon the water? Ay me, see a nother
remnant of this vnfortunate ship-wrack! or some other. A wo-
man! yfaith, a woman, though it be almost at S. Kath'rins, I dis-
cerne it to be a woman for al her bodie is aboue the water, & her
clothes swim about her most handsomely. O they beare her vp
most brauely! has not a woman reason to loue the taking vp of
her cloathes the better while she liues, for this? Alas, how busie
the rude Thames is about her? A pox a'that waue. It wil drowne
her, yfaith, twill drowne her. Crye God mercie, shee has scapt
it! I thanke heauen she has scapt it. O, how she swimmes like a
Mermaide! some vigilant body looke out, and saue her. That's
well said, iust where the Priest fell in, there's one sets downe a
Ladder, and goes to take her vp: Gods bleffing a thy heart boy,
now take her vp in thy armes and to bedde with her. Shee's vp,
shee's vp! Shee's a beautifull woman I warrant her, the Billowes
durst not deuoure her.
Enter the Drawer in the Tauerne
before with Wynnyfrid.
Draw.
How fare you now Lady?
Wynn.
Much better, my good friende then I wishe: as one
desperate of her Fame, now my Life is preseru'd.
Draw.
Comfort your selfe; That power that preserued you
from death: can likewise defend you from infamie, howsoeuer
you deserue it. Were not you one that tooke Bote, late this night,
with a Knight, and other Gentlemen at Billings-gate?
Wynn.
Vnhappy that I am, I was.
Draw.
I am glad it was my good happe to come downe thus
farre after you, to a house of my friends heere in S. Kath'rines,
since I am now happily made a meane to your rescue, from the
ruthlesse tempest; which (when you tooke Bote) was so ex-
treame, and the Gentleman that brought you forth, so despe-
rate and vnsober, that I fear'd long ere this I should heare of
your ship-wracke, and therefore (with little other reason) made
thus farre this way: And this I must tell you, since perhappes
you may make vse of it, there was left behinde you at our Ta-
uerne, brought by a Porter (hyr'd by the yong Gentleman that
brought you) a Gentle womans Gowne, Hat, Stockings, and
Shooes; which if they be yours, and you please to shift you, ta-
king a hard bed here, in this house of my friend, I will presently
goe fetch you.
Wynn.
Thanks my good friend, for your more then good
newes. The Gowne with all things bounde with it are
myne; which if you please to fetch as you haue promist, I will
bouldly receiue the kinde fauour you haue offered, till your re-
turne: intreating you, by all the good you haue done in preser-
uing me hitherto, to let none take knowledge of what fauour
you doe me, or where such a one as I am bestowed, lest you in-
curre mee much more damage in my fame, then you haue done
me pleasure in preseruing my life.
Draw.
Come in Lady, and shift your selfe; resolue, that no-
thing, but your owne pleasure, shall bee vsde in your discouery.
Wynn.
Thanke you good friende: the time may come, I shall
requite you.
Slit.
See, see, see! I hold my life, there's some other a taking
vp at Wapping, now! Looke, what a sort of people cluster about
the Gallows there! in good troth it is so. O me! a fine yong
Gentleman! What? and taken vp at the Gallowes? Heauen
graunt he be not one day taken downe there: A, my life it is
ominous. Well, hee is deliuered for the time, I see the people
haue all left him; yet will I keepe my prospect a while, to see if
any more haue bin shipwrackt.
Quick.
Accur'st, that euer I was sau'd, or borne.
How fatall is my sad ariuall here?
As if the Starres, and Prouidence spake to mee,
And sayd, the drift of all vnlawfull courses,
(What euer ende they dare propose themselues,
In frame of their licentious policyes.)
In the firme order of iust Destinie,
They are the ready high wayes to our Ruines.
I know not what to doe, my wicked hopes
Are, with this Tempest, torne vp by the rootes.
O, which way shall I bend my desperate steppes,
In which vnsufferable Shame and Miserie
Will not attend them? I will walke this Banck,
And see if I can meete the other reliques
Of our poore ship-wrackt Crew, or heare of them.
The Knight (alas) was so farre gone with wine,
And th'other three, that I refus'de their Boate,
And tooke the haplesse Woman in another,
Who cannot but be suncke, what euer Fortune
Hath wrought vpon the others desperate liues.
Enter Petronel, and Seagul, bareheaded.
Pet.
Zounds Captaine, I tell thee, we are cast vp o'the Coast of
France, Sfoote, I am not drunke still, (I hope?) Dost remember
where we were last Night?
Sea.
No by my troth Knight, not I. but me thinkes wee haue
bin a horrible while vpon the water, and in the water.
Pet.
Aye me we are vndone for euer: hast any money about
Sea.
Not a pennie by heauen.
Pet.
Not a pennie betwixt vs, and cast a shore in France?
Sea.
Faith I cannot tell that; my braines, nor mine eyes are not
mine owne, yet.
Enter 2. Gentlemen
Pet.
Sfoote wilt not beleeue me? I know't by th' eleuation of
the Pole; and by the altitude and latitude of the Climate. See!
hers comes a coople of French Gentlemen; I knew we were in
France: dost thou think our Englishmen are so Frenchyfied, that
a man knowes not whether he be in France, or in England, whẽ
he sees 'hem? What shal we doe? we must eene to 'hem, and in-
treat some reliefe of 'hem: Life is sweete, and we haue no other
meanes to relieue our liues now, but their Charities;
Sea.
Pray you, do you beg on 'hem thẽ, you can speak French.
Pet.
Monsieur, plaist il d' auoir pitie de nostre grand infortunes? Ie-
suis vn poure Cheualier D'Angleterre qui a souffrit infortune de
Naufrage.
1. Gent.
Vn poure Cheualier D'Angliterre?
Pet.
Oui Monsieur, il est trop vraye; mais vous scaues bien nous so-
mes toutes subiect a fortune.
2. Gent.
A poore Knight of England? a poore Knight of
Windsore, are you not? Why speake you this broken French,
when y'are a whole English man? on what coaste are you,
thinke you?
Pet.
on the coast of France, sir.
1. Gen.
On the cost of Doggs Sir: Y'are ith' Ile a Doggs I tell
you. I see y'aue bene washt in the Thames here, & I beleeue ye
were drownd in a Tauerne before, or els you would neuer haue
tooke boate in such a dawning as this was. Farewel, farewel, we
wil not know you for shaming of you. I ken the man weel, hee's
one of my thirty pound Knights.
2. Gen.
No no, this is he that stole his knighthood o'the grand
day, for foure pound giuing to a Page, all the money in's purse
I wot well.
Sea.
Death, Collonell, I knew you were ouer shot.
Pet.
Sure I thinke now indeede, Captaine Seagull, we were
something ouershot.
What! my sweete Franck Quicksiluer! dost thou surviue to re-
ioyce me? But what? no bodie at thy heels, Franck? Ay me, what
is become of poore Mistresse Securitie.
Quick.
Faith gone quite from her Name, as she is from her
Fame I thinke; I left her to the mercie of the water.
Sea.
Let her goe, let her goe: let vs go to our ship at Black-
wall and shift vs.
Pet.
Nay by my troth, let our clothes rotte vpon vs, and let
vs rotte in them: twentie to one our Ship is attacht by this
time? if we set her not vnder Saile this last Tide, I neuer lookt
for any other. Woe, woe is me, what shall become of vs? the
last money we could make, the greedy Thams has deuourde;
and if our Ship be attach't, there is no hope can relieue vs.
Quic.
Sfoote Knight, what an vn-knightly faintnesse tran-
sports thee? let our Ship sinck, and all the world thats with-
out vs be taken from vs, I hope I haue some tricks, in this
braine of mine, shall not let vs perish.
Sea.
Well said Francke yfaith. O my nimble-spirited Quick-
siluer, Foregod, would thou hadst beene our Colonell.
Petr.
I like his spirit rarely, but I see no meanes he has to
support that spirit.
Quic.
Go to Knight, I haue more meanes then thou art a-
ware off: I haue not liu'd amongst Gould-smiths and Gould-
makers all this while, but I haue learned something worthy of
my time with 'hem. And, not to let thee stinck where thou
standst, Knight, Ile let thee know some of my skill presently.
Sea.
Doe good Francke I beseech thee.
Quic.
I will blanche Copper so cunningly, that it shall en-
dure all proofes, but the Test: it shall endure malleation, it shal
haue the ponderositie of Luna, and the tenacitie of Luna , by
no meanes friable.
Petr.
Slight, where learn'st thou these tearmes, tro?
Quic.
Tush Knight, the tearmes of this Arte, euery ignorant
Quack-saluer is perfect in: but Ile tell you how your selfe shal
blanche Copper thus cunningly. Take Arsnicke, otherwise
called Realga, (which indeede is plaine Ratsbane) Sublime
hem three or foure times, then take the Sublimate of this Re-
alga, and put 'hem into a Glasse, into Chymia, & let 'hem haue
a conuenient decoction Naturall, foure and twentie houres, &
he will become perfectly fixt: Then take this fied powder,
& proiect him vpon wel-purgd Copper, et habebis Magisteriñ.
Ambo.
Excellent Francke, let vs hugge thee.
Quick.
Nay this I will do besides; Ile take you off twelue
pence from euery Angell, with a kind of Aquafortis, and neuer
deface any part of the Image.
Pet.
But then it will want weight?
Quic.
You shall restore that thus: Take your sal Achyme
prepar'd, and your distild Vrine; and let your Angels lie in it
but foure and twenty howres, and they shall haue their perfect
weight againe: come on now, I hope this is enough to put some
spirit into the liuers of you, Ile infuse more an other time. We
haue saluted the proud Ayre long enough with our bare skon-
ces, now will I haue you to a wenches house of mine at Lon-
don, there make shift to shift vs, and after take such fortunes
as the stars shal assigne vs.
Ambo.
Notable Franck! we will euer adore thee.
Enter Drawer with Wynifrid, new attird.
Wyn.
Nowe sweete friende you haue brought me nere e-
nough your Tauerne, which I desired that I might with some
colour be seene neare, enquiring for my husband; who I must
tel you stale thither last night with my wet gowne we haue left
at your friends: which, to continue your former honest kind-
nes, let me pray you to keepe close from the knowledge of any;
and so, with all vow of your requitall, let me now entreate you
to leaue me to my womans wit, and fortune.
Draw.
All shall be done you desire; and so, all the fortune
you can wish for, attend you.
Enter Securitie.
Secu.
I wil once more to this vnhappy Tauerne before I shift
one ragge of me more, that I may there know what is left be-
hind, and what newes of their passengers. I haue bought me a
Hat and band with the little money I had about me, and made
the streets a litle leaue staring at my night-cap.
Win.
O my deare husband! where haue you bin to night? al
night abroade at Tauernes? rob me of my garments? and fare
as one run away from me? Ahlas! is this seemely for a man of
your credit? of your age? and affection to your wife?
Secu.
What should I say? how miraculously sorts this? was
not I at home, and cald thee last night?
Win.
Yes Sir, the harmelesse sleepe you broke, and my an-
swer to you would haue witnest it, if you had had the pacience
to haue staid and answered me; but your so sodaine retreate,
made me imagine you were gone to Maister Brambles, and
so rested patient, and hopefull of your comming againe, till this
your vnbeleeued absence brought me abroade with no lesse
then wonder, to seeke you, where the false Knight had car-
ried you.
Secu.
Villaine, and Monster that I was, howe haue I abus'd
thee, I was sodainly gone indeede! for my sodaine ielousie
transferred me. I will say no more but this deare wife I sus-
pected thee.
Win.
Did you suspect me?
Secu.
Talke not of it I beseech thee, I am ashamed to imagine
it; I will home, I will home, and euery morning on my knees
aske thee hartely forgiuenes.
Nowe will I descend my honourable Prospect; the farthiest
seeing Sea marke of the World: Noe maruaile then if I could
see two miles about me. I hope the redde Tempests anger be
nowe ouer blowne, which sure I thinke Heauen sent as a pu-
nishment, for prophaning holy Saint Lukes memorie, with so
ridiculous a custome. Thou dishonest Satyre, farewel to honest
married Men; Farewel, to all sorts, and degrees of thee. Fare-
wel thou horne of hũger that calst th' Inns a court to their Man-
ger; Farewel thou horne of aboundãce, that adornest the heads-
men of the Common-wealth; Farewell thou horne of Dire-
ction, that is the Cittie Lanthorne; Farewell thou Horne
of Pleasure, the Ensigne of the huntsman; Farewell thou
Horne of Destinie, th'ensigne of the married man; Farewell
thou Horne Tree that bearest nothing but Stone fruite
Enter Touchstone.
Touch.
Ha Sirah! Thinkes my Knight Aduenturer we can
no point of our compasse? Doe wee not knowe North-north-
east? North-east and by East? East and by North! nor plaine
Eastward? Ha? haue we neuer heard of Virginia? nor, the Ca-
ualleria? not the Colonoria? Can we discouer no discoueries?
well, mine errant Sir Flash, and my runnagate Quicksiluer, you
may drinke dronke, crack cannes, hurle away a browne dozen
of Monmouth Capps or so, in sea-ceremonie to your boon voy-
age but for reaching any Coast saue the coast of Kent; or Essex,
and Vice-admirall, and Rere-admirall, were they al (as they are)
but one Pinnace, and vnder saile, as wel as a Remora, doubt it not;
and from this Sconce, without eyther pouder or shot. worke vpon
that now. Nay, and you'll shew trickes, wee'l vie with you, a little.
My Daughter, his Lady, was sent Eastward, by land, to a Castle
of his, i'the ayre (in what region I knowe not) and (as I heare)
was glad to take vp her lodging in her Coach, she and her two
waiting women, her maide, and her mother, like three Snailes
in a shell, and the Coachman a top on 'hem, I thinke. Since they
haue all found the way back againe by weeping Crosse. But ile
not see 'hem. And for two on 'hem, Madam, and her Malkin, they
are like to bite o' the bridle for William, as the poore horses haue
done al this while that hurried 'hem, or else go graze o'the cõ-
mon: So should my Dame Touchstone too, but she has bene my
Crosse these thirty yeares, and ile now keepe her, to fright away
sprights; Ifaith. I wonder I heare no news of my sonne Goulding!
He was sent for to the Guild-hall, this Morning betimes, and I
maruaile at the matter, if I had not layd vp Comfort, & hope in
him, I should grow desperate of al. See, He is come I'my thought!
How now Sonne? what newes at the Court of Aldermen?
Enter Goulding.
Gould.
Troth Sir, an Accident somewhat strange, els it hath
litle in it worth the reporting.
Touch.
What? It is not borrowing of money then?
Gold.
No sir it hath pleasd the worshipful Commoners of the
citty, to take me one i'their number at presentation of the in-
Touch.
Ha!
Gould.
And the Alderman of the warde wherein I dwel, to ap-
pointme his Deputy————
Touch.
Howe! (went.Gold.
In which place, I haue had an oath ministred me, since I
Touch.
Now my deare, & happy Sonne! let we kisse thy new
worship, & a litle boast mine own happines in thee: What a for-
tune was it (or rather my iudgment indeed) for me, first to see that
in his disposition, which a whole Citty so conspires to second?
Tane into the Liuory of his cõpany, the first day of his freedōe?
now (not a weeke maried) chosen Commoner? and Aldermans
Deputie in a day? note but the reward of a thrifty course. The
wõder of his Time! Wel, I wil honour M. Alderman, for this act,
(as becomes me) & shall think the better of the cõmon Councels
wisdõe, & worship, while I liue, for thus meeting, or but cõming
after me in the opinion of his desert. Forward, my sufficient
Sonne, and as this is the first, so esteeme it the least step, to that
high and prime honour that expects thee.
Goul.
Sir, as I was not ambitious of this, so I couet no high-
er place; it hath dignity enough, if it will but saue me from
contempt: and I had rather my bearing, in this, or any other
office, should adde worth to it; then the Place giue the least
opinion to me
Touch.
Excellently spoken: This modest Answer of thine
blushes, as if it said, I will weare Scarlet shortly. Worshipfull
Sonne! I cannot containe my selfe, I must tell thee, I hope to
see thee one o'the Monuments of our Citty, and reckon'd a-
mong her worthies, to be remembred the same day with the
Lady Ramsey, and graue Gresham: when the famous fable of
Whittington, and his Pusse, shalbe forgotten, and thou and thy
Actes become the Posies for Hospitals, when thy name shall
be written vpon Conduits, and thy deeds plaid i'thy life time,
by the best companies of Actors, and be call'd their Get-peny.
This I diuine. This I Prophecie.
Gold.
Sir, engage not your expectation farder, then my abi-
lities will answere: I that know mine owne strengths, feare
'hem; and there is so seldome a losse in promising the least,
that commonly it brings with it a welcome deceipt. I haue
other newes for you Sir.
Touch.
None more welcome, I am sure?
Gould.
They haue their degree of welcome, I dare affirme.
The Colonell, and all his company, this morning putting forth
drunke from Belinsgate, had like to haue been cast away o'this
side Greenwich: and (as I haue intelligence, by a false Brother,)
are come dropping to towne, like so many Masterlesse men,
i'their doublets and hose, without Hatte, or Cloake, or any
other————
Touch.
A miracle! the Iustice of Heauen! where are they?
lets goe presently and lay for 'hem.
Goul.
I haue done that already Sir, both by Constables, and
other officers, who shall take 'hem at their old Anchor; and
with lesse tumult, or suspition, then if your selfe were seene in't:
vnder coulour of a great Presse, that is now abroad, and they
shall here be brought afore me.
Touch.
Prudent, & politique sonne! Disgrace 'hem all that
euer thou canst; their Ship I haue already arrested. How to
my wish it falls out, that thou hast the place of a Iusticer vpon
'hem! I am partly glad of the iniury done to me, that thou
maist punish it. Be seuere i'thy place, like a new officer o'the
first quarter, vnreflected: you heare how our Lady is come
back with her traine, from the inuisible Castle?
Gould.
No, where is she?
Touch.
Within, but I ha' not seene her yet, nor her mother;
who now begins to wish her daughter vndub'd, they say, and
that she had walkd a foot-pase with her sister. Here they
come, stand back.
Mildred, Syndefie.
God saue your Ladiship; 'saue your good Ladiship: your
Ladiship is welcome from your inchanted Castell; so are your
beautious Retinew. I heare your Knight errant is trauayld on
strange aduentures: Surely in my minde, your Ladiship hath
fish'd faire, and caught a Frog, as the saying is.
Mist. Tou.
Speake to your Father, Madam, & kneele downe.
Gyrt.
Kneele? I hope I am not brought so low yet: though
my Knight be run away, & has sold my land, I am a Lady, stil.
Touch.
Your Ladiship says true, Madam, & it is fitter, and a
greater decorum, that I should curtsie to you, that are a knights
wife, and a Lady, then you be brought a'your knees to me,
who am a poore Cullion, and your Father.
Gyr.
Law! my Father knowes his duty.
Mist. Tou.
O child!
Touch.
And therefore I doe desire your Ladiship, my good
Lady Flash, in all humility, to depart my obscure Cottage, and
returne in quest of your bright, and most transparent Castell,
how euer presently conceald to mortall eyes. And as for one
poore woman of your traine here, I will take that order, she
shall no longer be a charge vnto you, nor helpe to spend your
Ladiship; she shall stay at home with me, and not goe abroad,
not put you to the pawning of an odde Coach-horse, or three
wheeles, but take part with the Touchstone: If we lacke, we wil
not complaine to your Ladiship. And so good Madam, with
your Damoselle here, please you to let vs see your straight
backs, in equipage; for truly, here is no roust for such Chickens
as you are, or birds o' your feather, if it like your Ladiship.
Gyrt.
Mary, fyste o'your kindnesse. I thought as much.
Come away Sinne, we shall assoone get a fart from a dead
man, as a farthing of court'sie here.
Mild.
O, good Sister!
Gyrt.
Sister, sir reuerence? come away, I say, Hunger drops
out at his nose.
Goul.
O Madam, Faire words neuer hurt the tongue.
Gyrt.
How say you by that? you come out with your golde
Mi. Tou.
Stay Lady-daughter: good husband.
Touch.
Wife, no man loues his fetters, be they made of gold:
I list not ha' my head fastned vnder my childs girdle; as she
has brew'd, so let her drinke, a Gods name: she went witlesse
to wedding, now she may goe wisely a begging It's but hony-
Moone yet with her Ladiship; she has Coach horses, Appa-
rell, Iewels yet left, she needs care for no friends, nor take
knowledge of Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, or any body:
When those are pawn'd, or spent, perhaps we shall returne in-
to, the list of her acquaintance.
Gyrt.
I scorne it ifaith. Come Sinne.
Mi. Tou.
O Madam, why do you prouoke your Father, thus?
(Exit Gyrt.
Touch.
Nay, nay, eene let Pride goe afore, Shame wil follow
after, I warrant you. Come, why doost thou weepe now? thou
art not the first good Cow hast had an ill Calfe, I trust. What's
the newes, with that fellow?
Goul.
Sir, the Knight, and your man Quickesiluer are with-
out, will you ha 'hem brought in?
Touch.
O by any meanes. And Sonne, here's a Chaire; ap-
peare terrible vnto 'hem, on the first enter view. Let them be-
hold the melancholy of a Magistrate, and taste the fury of a
Citizen in office.
Goul.
Why Sir, I can do nothing to 'hem, except you charge
'hem with somwhat.
Touch.
I will charge 'hem, and recharge 'hem, rather then
Authority should want foyle to set it of.
Gould.
No good Sir, I will not.
Touch.
Sonne, it is your place; by any meanes.
Goul.
Beleeue it, I will not Sir.
Enter Knight Petronell, Quickesiluer, Con-
stable, Officers.
Pet.
How Misfortune pursues vs still in our misery!
Quic.
Would it had beene my fortune, to haue beene trust
vp at Wapping, rather then euer ha' come here.
Pet.
Or mine, to haue famisht in the Iland.
Quic.
Must Goulding sit vpon vs?
Consta.
You might carry an M. vnder your girdle to Mai-
ster Deputis worship.
Gould.
What are those, maister Constable?
Const.
And't please your worship, a couple of Maisterlesse
men, I prest for the Low-countries, Sir.
Goul.
Why do you not cary 'hem to Bridewell, according to
your order, they may be shipt away?
Const.
An't please your Worship, one of 'hem sayes he is a
Knight; and we thought good to shew him to your worship,
for our discharge.
Goul.
Which is he?
Const.
This Sir.
Goul.
And what's the other?
Const.
A Knights Fellow Sir, an't please you.
Goul.
What? a Knight, and his Fellow thus accoutred?
Where are their Hattes, and Feathers, their Rapiers, and their
Cloakes?
Quic.
O they mock vs.
Const.
Nay truely sir, they had cast both their Feathers, and
Hattes too, before wee see 'hem. Here's all their furniture, an't
please you, that we found. They say, Knights are now to be
knowne without Feathers, like Cockrels by their Spurres, Sir.
Goul.
What are their names, say they?
Touch.
Very well this. He should not take knowledge of
'hem in his place, indeeed.
Con.
This is Sir Petronell Flash.Touch.
How!
Con.
And this Francis Quickesiluer.Touch.
Is't possible? I thought your Worship had beene
gone for Virginia, Sir. You are welcome home sir, Your Wor-
ship has made a quick returne, it seemes, and no doubt a good
voyage. Nay pray you be couer'd Sir. How did your Bisquet
hold out Sir? Me thought, I had seene this Gentlemen afore;
good Maister Quickesiluer! How a degree to the Southward
has chang'd you.
Gould.
Do you know them Father? Forbeare your offers a
litle, you shall be heard anon.
Touch.
Yes, Maister Deputy: I had a small venture with
them in the voyage, a Thing, cald a Sonne in Lawe, or so.
Officers, you may let' hem stand alone, they will not runne
away, Ile giue my word for them. A couple of very ho-
nest Gentlemen. One of 'hem was my Prentise, M. Quicksiluer,
here, & whẽ he had 2. yeare to serue, kept his whore, & his hun-
ting Nag, would play his 100. pound at Gresco, or Primero, as fa-
miliarly (& al a'my purse) as any bright peice of Crimson on
'hem all, had his changable trunks of Apparel, standing at
liuery, with his Mare, his Chest of perfumd linnen, and his Ba-
thing Tubbs, which whẽ I told him off, why he— he was a Gen-
tleman and I a poore Cheapeside Groome. The remedie was,
we must part. Since when he hath had the gift of gathering vp
some small parcels of mine, to the value of 500. pound disperst
among my customers to furnish this his Virginian vẽture; wher-
in this knight was the chiefe, sir Flash: one that married a daugh-
ter of mine, Ladefied her, turn'd two thousand poundes worth
of good land of hers, into Cash, within the first weeke, bought
her a new Gowne, & a Coach, sent her to seeke her fortune by
land, whilst himselfe prepared for his fortune by sea, tooke in
fresh flesh at Belingsgate, for his owne diet, to serue him the
whole voyage, the wife of a certaine vsurer, cald Securitie, who
hath bene the broker for 'hem in all this businesse: Please Mai-
ster Deputy, Worke vpon that now.
Goul.
If my worshipfull Father haue ended.
Touch.
I haue, it shall please M. Deputy.
Goul.
Well then, vnder correction.——
Touch.
Now sonne, come ouer 'hem with some fine guird, as
thus, Knight you shall be encountred, that is, had to the Counter;
or Quicksiluer, I will put you in a crucible or so.
Gould.
Sir Petronell Flash, I am sory to see such flashes as
these proceede from a Gentleman of your Quality, & Rancke;
For mine own part, I could wish, I could say, I could not see thē:
but such is the misery of Magistrates, and men in Place, that
they must not winke at Offenders. Take him aside, I wil heare
you anone sir.
Tou.
I like this wel yet: there's some grace i' the knight, left, He
Goul.
Francis Quick-siluer, would God thou hadst turnd
Quack-saluer, rather then run into these dissolute, & lewd cour-
ses; It is great pitty, thou art a proper yong man, of an honest
and cleane face, some what neere a good one, (God hath done
his part in thee) but, thou haste made too much, and beene to
proud of that face, with the rest of thy body; for maintenance of
which in neate and garish attire, (onely to be look'd vpon by
some light houswifes) thou hast prodigally consumed much of
thy Masters estate: and being by him gently admonish'd, at
seueral times, hast returnd thy selfe haughty, and rebellious, in
thine answers, thundring out vnciuill comparisons, requiting al
his kindnes with a course and harsh behauiour, neuer returning
thanks for any one benefit, but receiuing all, as if they had bin
Debts to thee, & no Courtesies. I must tel thee Francis, these are
manifest signes of an ill nature; and God doth often punish such
pride, and outrecuidance, with scorne and infamy, which is the
worst of misfortune. My worshipfull father, what do you please
to charge them withall? from the presse I wil free 'hem Maister
Constable.
Const.
Then ile leaue your worship, Sir.
Gold.
No, you may stay, there will be other matters against
Touch.
Sir I do charge this Gallant, Maister Quicksiluer, on
suspicion of Felony; and the Knight as being accessary, in the
receipt of my goods.
Quick.
O God Sir!
Touch.
Hold thy peace impudẽt varlot, hold thy peace. With
what forehead or face, dost thou offer to choppe Logick with me,
hauing run such a race of Riot, as thou hast done? Do's not the
sight of this worshipful mans fortune & temper, confound thee,
that was thy yonger fellow in houshold, and now come to haue
the place of a Iudge vpon thee? Dost not obserue this? Which
of al thy Gallants, & Gãsters, thy Swearers & thy Swaggerers,
will come now to mone thy misfortune, or pitty thy penurie?
They'le looke out at a window, as thou rid'st in triumph to Ti-
borne, and crye, yonder goes honest Franck, mad Quicksiluer;
He was a free boone companion, when hee had money, sayes
one; Hang him foole, saies another, he could not keeepe it when
he had it; A pox o' the Culliõ his Mr. (sais a third) he has brought
him to this: when their Pox of pleasure, & their piles of perditi-
on, would haue bene better bestowed vpon thee, that hast ven-
tred for 'hem with the best, and by the clew of thy knauery,
brought thy selfe weeping, to the Cart of Calamity.
Quic.
Worshipfull Maister.
Touch.
Offer not to speake, Crocodile, I will not heare a
sound come from thee. Thou hast learnt to whine at the Play
yonder. Maister Deputy, pray yon commit 'hem both to safe
custody, till I be able farther to charge 'hem.
Quic.
O me, what an infortunate thing am I!
Pet.
Will you not take security Sir.
Touch.
Yes mary will I sir Flash, if I can find him, & charge
him as deepe as the best on you. He has beene the plotter of
all this: he is your Inginer, I heare. Maister Deputy, you'll dis-
pose of these? In the meane time, Ile to my Lo. Mayor, & get his
warrant, to seize that Serpent Securitie into my hands, & seale
vp both house, and goods, to the Kings vse, or my satisfaction.
Goul.
Officers take 'hem to the Counter.
Qui. Pet..
O God.Touch.
Nay on, on: you see the issue of your Sloth. Of Sloth
commeth Pleasure, of Pleasure commeth Riot, of Ryot comes
Whoring, of Whoring comes Spending, of Spending comes
Want, of Want comes Theft, of Theft comes Hanging; and
there is my Quickesiluer fixt.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Gyrtrude. Sindefie.
Gyr.
Ah Sinne! hast thou euer read i' the Chronicle of any
Lady, and her waiting-woman, driuen to that extremity, that
we are, Sinne?
Syn.
Not I truely, Madam, and if I had, it were but colde
comfort, should come out of bookes, now.
Gyr.
Why, good faith Sinne, I could dine with a lamentable
storie, now. O hone, hone,o no nera, amp;c. Canst thou tell nere a
one, Synne?
Sin.
None, but mine owne, Madam, which is lamentable
inough; first to be stolne from my Friends, which were wor-
shipfull, and of good accompt, by a Prentise, in the habite and
disguise of a Gentleman, and here brought vp to London, and
promis'd mariage, and now likely to be forsaken (for he is in
possibility to be hangd.)
Gyr.
Nay weepe not good Sinne. My Petronell, is in as good
possibilitie as he. Thy miseries, are nothing to mine, Sinne: I
was more then promis'd marriage, Sinne, I had it Sinne: & was
made a Lady; and by a Knight, Sin: which is now as good as no
Knight, Sin: And I was borne in London, which is more then
brought vp, Sin: and already forsaken, which is past likelihood,
Sin: and in stead of Land i'the Countrey, all my Knights Liuing
lies i'the Counter, Syn. there's his Castle now?
Syn.
Which hee cannot be forc't out off, Madam.
Gyr.
Yes, if he would liue hungry a weeke, or two. Hunger they
say breakes stone wals. But he is eene wel inough seru'd, Sin, that so
soone as euer he had got my hand to the sale of my inheritance
run away from me, and I had bene his Punke, God blesse vs.
Would the Knight o'the Sunne, or Palmerin of England, haue vsd
their Ladies so, Syn? or sir Lancelot? or sir Tristram?
Syn.
I doe not know, Madam.
Gry.
Then thou know'st nothing, Syn. Thou art a Foole, Syn.
The Knighthood now a daies, are nothing like the Knighthood
of old time. They rid a horseback Ours goe afoote. They were
attended by their Squires. Our by their Lacquaies. They went
buckled in their Armor, Ours muffled in their Cloaks. They tra-
uaild wildernesses, & desarts, Ours dare scarce walke the streets.
They were stil prest to engage their Honour, Ours stil ready to
paune their cloaths. They would gallop on at sight of a Mōster,
Ours run away at sight of a Serieant. They would helpe poore
Ladies, Ours make poore Ladies.
Syn.
I Madam, they were Knights of the Round-Table at Win-
chester, that sought Aduẽtures, but these of the Square Table at
Ordinaries, that sit at Hazard.
Gyr.
True Syn, let him vanish. And tel me, what shal we pawne
Syn.
I mary, Madã, a timely consideration, for our Hostes (pro-
phane woman) has sworne by bread, & salt, she will not trust vs
another meale.
Gyr.
Let it stinke in her hand thẽ: Ile not be beholding to her.
Let me see, my Iewels begone, & my Gownes, & my red veluet
Petticote, that I was maried in, & my wedding silke stockings, &
al thy best apparel, poore Syn. Good faith, rather thẽ thou shoul-
dest pawne a ragge more. Il'd lay my Ladiship in lauender, if I
Syn.
Alas, Madam, your Ladiship?
Gir.
I, why? you do not scorne my Ladiship, though it is in a
Wastcoate? Gods my life, you are a Peate indeed! do I offer to
morgage my Ladiship, for you, and for your auaile, and do you
turne the Lip, and the Alas to my Ladiship?
Syn.
No Madam, but I make question, who will lend any
thing vpon it?
Gyr.
Who? marry inow, I warrant you, if you'le seeke 'hem
out. I'm sure I remember the time, when I would ha' giuen a
thousand pound, (if I had had it) to haue bin a Ladie; and I hope
I was not bred and borne with that appetite alone: some other
gentle-borne o'the Citie, haue the same longing I trust. And for
my part, I would afford 'hem a peny'rth, my Ladiship is little the
worse, for the wearing, and yet I would bate a good deale of the
summe. I would lend it (let me see) for 40. li. in hand, Syn, that
would apparrell vs; and ten pound a yeare: that would keepe
me, and you, Syn, (with our needles) and wee should neuer need
to be beholding to our sciruy Parents? Good Lord, that there
are no Fayries now adayes, Syn.
Syn.
Why Madame?
Gyr.
To doe Miracles, and bring Ladyes money. Sure, if we
lay in a cleanly house, they would haunt it, Synne? Ile trie. Ile
sweepe the Chamber soone at night, & set a dish of water o'the
Hearth. A Fayrie may come, and bring a Pearle, or a Diamonde
Wee do not know Syn? Or, there may be a pot of Gold hid o'the
backe-side, if we had tooles to digge for't? why may not wee
two rise earely i'the morning (Syn) afore any body is vp, and
find a Iewell, i'the streets, worth a 100. li.? May not some great
Court-Lady, as she comes from Reuels at midnight, looke out
of her Coach, as 'tis running, and loose such a Iewell, and wee
finde it? Ha?
Syn.
They are prettie waking dreames, these.
Gyr.
Or may not some olde Vsurer bee drunke ouer-night,
with a Bagge of money, and leaue it behinde him on a Stall?
for God-sake, Syn, let's rise to morrow by breake of day, and see.
I protest law, If I had as much money as an Alderman, I would
scatter some on't, i'th'streetes for poore Ladyes to finde, when
their Knights were layd vp. And, nowe I remember my Song
o'the Golden showre, why may not I haue such a fortune?
Ile sing it, and try what luck I shall haue after it.
Fond Fables tell of olde,
How Ioue in Danaes lappe
Fell in a showre of Gold,
By which shee caught a clappe;
O, had it beene my hap,
(How ere the blow doth threa-
So well I like the play,
ten)
That I could wish all day
And night to be so beaten.
O, heer's my Mother! good lucke, I hope. Ha' you brought
any money, Mother? Pray you Mother, your Blessing. Nay, sweet
Mother, doe not weepe.
Mistris Touch.
God blesse you; I would I were in my Graue.
Gyr.
Nay, deare Mother, can you steale no more money from
my father? dry your eyes, & comfort me. Alas, it is my Knights
fault, and not mine, that I am in a Wast-coate, and attyred thus
simply.
Mistris Touch.
Simply? Tis better then thou deseru'st. Neuer
whimper for the matter. Thou should'st haue look'd, before thou
hadst leap't. Thou wert a fire to be a Lady, and now your Ladi-
shippe and you may both blowe at the Cole, for ought I know.
Selfe doe, selfe haue. The hastie person neuer wants woe, they say.
Gyr.
Nay then Mother, you should ha loook'd to it; A bodie
would thinke you were the older: I did but my kinde, I. He was
a Knight, and I was fit to be a Lady. Tis not lacke of liking, but
lacke of liuing, that seuers vs. And you talke like your selfe and a
Cittiner in this, yfaith. You shew what Husband you come on I-
wys. You smell the Touch-stone. He that will doe more for his
daughter, that he has marryed a sciruie Gold-end man, and his
Prentise, then he will for his t'other Daughter, that has wedded
a Knight, and his Customer. By this light, I thinke hee is not my
legittimate Father.
Syn.
O good Madam, doe not take vp your mother so.
Mistris. Touch.
Nay, nay, let her eene alone. Let her Ladi-
shippe grieue me still, with her bitter taunts and termes. I haue
not dole inough to see her in this miserable case, I? without her
Veluet gownes, without Ribbands, without Iewels, without
French-wires, or Cheat bread, or Quailes, or a little Dog, or a
Genttleman Vsher, or any thing indeed, that's fit for a Lady.—
Syn.
Except her tongue.
Mistris Touch.
And I not able to releiue her neither, being
kept so short, by my husband. Well, God knowes my heart.
I did little thinke, that euer shee should haue had need of her si-
sterGolding.
Gyr.
Why Mother, I ha not yet. Alas, good Mother, bee not
intoxicate for mee, I am well inough. I would not change hus-
bands with my Sister, I. The legge of a Larke is better then the
body of a Kight
Mistris Touch.
I know that. But——
Gyr.
What sweete Mother, What?
Mistris Touchstone.
It's but ill food, when nothing's left but
the Claw.
Gyr.
That's true Mother; Aye me.
Mistris Touchstone.
Nay, sweete Lady-bird, sigh not. Child,
Madame. Why doe you weepe thus? Bee of good cheere.
I shall die, if you crye, and marre your complexion, thus?
Gyr.
Alas Mother, what should I doe,
Mistris Touch.
Goe to thy Sister's Childe, Shee'le be proude,
thy Lady-ship will come vnder her roofe. Shee'le winne thy
Father to release thy Knight, and redeeme thy Gownes, and thy
Coach, and thy Horses, and set thee vp againe.
Gyr.
But will shee get him to set my Knight vp, too?
Mistris. Touchstone
That shee will, or any thing else thou'lt
aske her.
Gyr.
I will begin to loue her, if I thought she would doe this.
Mistris. Touch.
Try her good Chucke, I warrant thee.
Gyr.
Doost thou thinke shee'le doo't?
Syn.
I Madame, and be glad you will receiue it.
Mistris. Touch.
That's a good Mayden, shee tells you trew.
Come, Ile take order for your debts i'the Ale-house.
Gyr.
Goe, Syn, and pray for thy Franck, as I will, for my Pet.
Enter Touchstone, Goulding, Woolfe.
Touch.
I will receiue no Letters, M Woolf, you shal pardon me.
Gould.
Good Father let me entreat you.
Touch.
Sonne Goulding, I will not be tempted, I finde mine
owne easie nature, and I know not what a well-pend subtile
Letter may worke vpon it: There may be Tricks, Packing, doe
you see? Returne with your Packet, Sir.
Woolfe.
Beleeue it Sir, you need feare no packing here. These
are but Letters of Submission, all.
Touch.
Sir, I doe looke for no Submission. I will beare my
selfe in this like Blinde Iustice, Worke vpon that now. When the
Sessions come, they shall heare from me.
Gould.
From whom come your Letters, M.Woolfe?
Woolfe.
And't please you Sir. One from Sir Petronell. Ano-
ther from Francis Quickesiluer. And a third, from old Securitie,
who is almost madde in Prison. There are two, to your wor-
ship: One from M. Francis, Sir. Another from the Knight.
Touch.
I doe wonder, M. Woolfe, why you should trauaile
thus, in a businesse so contrarie to kinde, or the nature o'your
Place! that you beeing the Keeper of a Prison, should labour
the release of your Prisoners! Whereas mee thinkes, it were
arre more Naturall, & Kindely in you, to be ranging about for
more, & not let these scape you haue alreadie vnder the Tooth.
But they say, you Wolues, when you ha' suck't the blood once,
that they are drie, you ha' done.
Woolfe.
Sir, your Worship may descant as you please o'my
name, but I protest, I was neuer so mortified with any mens dis-
course, or behauiour in Prison; yet I haue had of all sorts of men
i'the Kingdome, vnder my Keyes: & almost of all Religions i'the
land, as Papist, Protestant, Puritane, Brownist, Anabaptist, Mil-
lenary, Famely o'Loue, Iewe, Turke, Infidell, Atheist, Good Fel-
low, &c.
Gould.
And which of all these (thinkes M. Woolfe) was the
best Religion?
Woolfe.
Troth, M. Deputie, they that pay Fees best: we neuer
examine their consciences farder.
Gould.
I beleeue you M. Woolfe. Good faith, Sir, Here's a
great deale of humilitie i' these Letters.
Woolfe.
Humilitie, Sir? I, were your Worshippe an Eye-
witnesse of it, you would say so. The Knight will i'the Knights-,
Ward, doe what wee can Sir, and Maister Quickesiluer, would
be i'the Hole, if we would let him. I neuer knew, or saw Priso-
ners more penitent, or more deuout. They will sit you vp all
night singing of Psalmes, and ædifying the whole Prison:
onely, Securitie sings a note to high, sometimes, because he lyes
i'the Two-penny ward, farre of, and can not take his tune. The
Neighbours can not rest for him, but come euery Morning to
aske, what godly Prisoners we haue.
Touch.
Which on 'hem is't is so deuout, the Knight, or the
to' ther?
Woolfe.
Both Sir. But the young Man especially! I neuer
heard his like! He has cut his hayre too. He is so well giuen, and
has such good gifts! Heecan tell you, almost all the Stories of
the Booke of Martyrs, and speake you all the Sicke-mans Salue
without Booke.
Touch.
I, if he had had grace, he was brought vp where it
grew, Iwis. On Maister Wolfe.
Wolfe.
And he has conuerted one Fangs a Sarieant, a fellow
could neither write, nor read, he was call'd the Bandog o'the
Counter: and he has brought him already to pare his nailes,
and say his prayers, and 'tis hop'd, he will sell his place short-
ly, and become an Intelligencer.
Touch.
No more, I am comming all ready. If I should giue
any farder eare, I were takẽ. Adue good Maister Wolfe. Sonne,
I doe feele mine owne weaknesses, do not importune me. Pity
is a Rheume, that I am subiect too, but I will resist it. Maister
Wolfe, Fish is cast away, that is cast in drye Pooles: Tell Hipo-
crisie, it will not do, I haue touchd, and tried too often; I am yet
proofe, and I will remaine so: when the Sessions come, they
shall heare from me. In the meane time, to all suites, to all in-
treaties, to all letters, to all trickes, I will be deafe as an Adder,
and blind as a Beetle, lay mine eare to the ground, and lock
mine eyes i'my hand, against all temptations.
Gold.
You see, maister Wolfe, how inexorable he is. There is
no hope to recouer him. Pray you commend me to my brother
Knight, and to my fellow Francis, present 'hem with this small
token of my loue; tell 'hem, I wish I could do 'hem any wor-
thier office, but in this, 'tis desperate: yet I will not faile to trie
the vttermost of my power for 'hem. And sir, as farre as I haue
any credit with you, pray you let 'hem want nothing: though
I am not ambitious, they should know so much.
Wolfe.
Sir, both your actions, and words speake you to be a
true Gentleman. They shall know onely what is fit, and no
more.
Holdfast. Bramble. Security.
Hold.
Who would you speake with, Sir?
Brā.
I would speake with one Securitie, that is prisoner here.
Hold.
You'are welcome Sir. Stay there Ile call him to you.
Maister Securitie.
Secu.
Who call's?
Hold.
Here's a Gentleman would speake with you.
Secu.
What is he? Is't one that grafts my forehead now I
am in prison, and comes to see how the Hornes shoote vp,
and prosper.
Hold.
You must pardon him Sir: The old man is a little
craz'd with his imprisonment.
Secu.
What say you to me, Sir? Looke you here. My learned
Counsaile, M. Bramble! Crye you mercie, Sir: when sawe you
my wife?
Bram.
Shee is now at my house, Sir, and desir'd mee that I
would come to Visite you, and inquire of you your Case, that we
might worke some meanes to get you foorth.
Secur.
My Case, M. Bramble, is stone walles, and yron grates;
you see it, this is the weakest part on't. And, for getting me forth,
no meanes but hang my selfe, and so to be carryed foorth, from
which they haue here bound me, in intollerable bands.
Bram.
Why but what is't you are in for, Sir?
Secu.
For my Sinnes, for my Sinnes Sir, whereof Mariage, is
the greatest. O, had I neuer marryed, I had neuer knowne this
Purgatorie, to which Hell is a kinde of coole Bathe in respect:
My wiues confederacie Sir, with olde Touchstone, that shee
might keepe her Iubilæe, and the Feast of her New-Moone. Doe
you vnderstand me Sir?
Quick.
Good Sir, goe in and talke with him. The Light dos
him harme, and his example will bee hurtfull to the weake Pri-
sonersFie, Father Securitie, that you'le bee still so prophane,
will nothing humble you?.
Enter two Prisoners, with a Friend.
Friend.
What's he?
Pri. 1.
O hee is a rare yong man. Doe you not know him?
Frien.
Not I. I neuer saw him, I can remember.
Pri. 2.
Why, it is he that was the gallant Prentise of London,
M. Touchstones man.
Frien.
Who Quickesiluer?
Pri. 1.
I, this is hee.
Frien.
Is this hee? They say, he has beene a Gallant indeede.
Pris.
O, the royallest fellow, that euer was bred vp i'the Citie.
He would play you his thousand pound, a night at Dice; keepe
Knights and Lords Companie; go with them to baudie houses;
had his sixe men in a Liuerie; kept a stable of Hunting hores;
and his Wench in her veluet Gowne, and her Cloth of siluer.
Heres one Knight with him here in Prison.
Frien.
And how miserably he is chaung'd!
Pris. 1.
O, that's voluntary in him; he gaue away all his rich
clothes, assoone as euer hee came in here, among the Prisoners:
and will eate o'the Basket, for humilitie.
Friend.
Why will he doe so?
Pris. 2.
Alas hee has no hope of life. Hee mortifies himselfe.
He dos but linger on, till the Sessions.
Pris. 2.
O, he has pen'd the best thing, that hee calles his Re-
pentance, or his Last Fare-well, that euer you heard: Hee is a
pretie Poet, and for Prose— You would wonder how many Pri-
soners he has help't out, with penning Petitions for 'hem, and
not take a penny. Looke, this is the Knight, in the rugge
Gowne. Stand by.
Enter Petronel, Bramble, Quickesiluer, Woolfe.
Bram.
Sir, for Securities Case, I haue told him; Say he should
be condemned to be carted, or whipt, for a Bawde, or so, why Ile
lay an Execution on him o'two hundred pound, let him acknow-
ledge a Iudgement, he shal do it in halfe an howre, they shal not
all fetch him out, without paying the Execution, o'my word.
Pet.
But can we not be bay'ld M. Bramble?
Bram.
Hardly, there are none of the Iudges in Towne, else
you should remoue your selfe (in spight of him) with a Habeas
Corpus: But if you haue a Friend to deliuer your tale sensibly to
some Iustice o'the Towne, that hee may haue seeling of it, (doe
you see) you may be bayl'd. For as I vnderstand the Case, tis
onely done, In Terrorem, and you shall haue an Action of
false Imprisonment against him, when you come out: and per-
haps a thousand pound Costes.
Quick.
How now, M, Woolfe? What newes? what returne?
Woolfe.
Faith, bad all: yonder will bee no Letters receiued.
He sayes the Sessions shall determine it. Onely, M. Deputie Gol-
ding commends him to you, and with this token, wishes he could
doe you other good.
Quick.
I thanke him. Good M. Bramble, trouble our quiet
no more; doe not molest vs in Prison thus, with your winding
deuises: Pray you depart. For my pat, I co mm t my cause to
him that can succour mee, let God worke his will. M. Woolfe, I
pray you let this be distributed, among the Prisoners, and desire
'hem to pray for vs.
Woolfe.
It shall bee done, M. Francis.
Pris. 1.
An excellent temper!
Pris. 2.
Nowe God send him good-lucke.
Pet.
But what said my Father in Lawe, M. Woolfe?
Enter Hold.
Hold.
Here's one would speake with you, Sir.
Woolfe.
Ile tell you anon Sir Petronell. who is't?
Hold.
A Gentleman, Sir, that will not be seene.
Enter Gold.
Woolfe.
Where is he? M. Deputie! your wor: is wel-come.—
Gold.
Peace!
Woolfe.
Away, Srah.
Gold.
Good faith, M. Woolfe, the estate of these Gentlemen,
for whome you were so late and willing a Sutor, doth much
affect mee: and because I am desirous to doe them some faire
office, and find there is no meanes to make my Father relent, so
likely, as to bring him to be a Spectator of their Miseries; I haue
ventur'd on a deuice, which is, to make make my selfe your Pri-
soner: entreating, you will presently goe report it to my Father,
and (fayning, an Action, at sute of some third person) pray him
by this Token, that he will presently, and with all secrecie, come
hether for my Bayle; which trayne, (if any) I know will bring
him abroad; and then, hauing him here, I doubt not but we shall
be all fortunate, in the Euent. (come in.
Woolf.
Sir, I wil put on my best speede, to effect it. Please you
Gold.
Yes; And let me rest conceal'd, I pray you.
UUolfe.
See, here a Benefit, truely done; when it is done
timely, freely, and to no Ambition.
Enter Touchstone, VVife, Daughters, Syn, VVinyfred.
Touch-stone.
I will sayle by you, and not heare you, like the
wise Ulisses.
Mild.
Deare Father.
Mistris Touch.
Husband.
Gyr.
Father.
VVin.& Syn..
M. Touchstone.
Touc.
away syrens, I wil inmure my selfe, against your cryes;
and locke my selfe vp to our Lamentations.
Mistris Touch.
Gentle Hnsband, heare me.
Gyr.
Father, It is I Father; my Lady Flash: my sister and I am
Mil.
Good Father.
Wyn.
Be not hardned, good M. Touchstone.
Syn.
I pray you, Sir, be mercifull.
Touch.
I am deafe, I doe not heare you; I haue stopt mine
eares, with Shoomakers waxe, and drunke Lethe, and Mandra-
gora to forget you: All you speake to mee, I commit to the
Ayre.
Mil.
How now, M. VVoolfe?
Woolfe.
Where's M. Touchstone? I must speake with him
presently: I haue lost my breath for hast.
Mild.
What's the matter Sir? pray all be well.
Wolfe.
Maister Deputy Goulding is arrested vpon an execu-
tion, and desires him presently to come to him, forth with.
Mild.
Aye me; doe you heare Father?
Touch.
Tricks, tricks, confederacie, tricks, I haue 'hem in my
nose, I sent 'hem.
Wol.
Who's that? maister Touchstone?
Mi.Tou.
Why it is M. Wolfe himselfe, husband.
Mil.
Father.
Touch.
I am deafe still, I say: I will neither yeeld to the song
of the Syren, nor the voice of the Hyena, the teares of the Croco-
dile, nor the howling o'the Wolfe: auoid my habitatio mōsters,
Wolfe.
Why you are not mad Sir? I pray you looke forth,
and see the token I haue brought you, Sir.
Touch.
Ha! what token is it?
Wolf.
Do you know it Sir?
Tou.
My sonne Gouldings ring! Are you in earnest Mai. Wolfe?
Wolf.
I by my faith sir. He is in prison, and requir'd me to
vse all speed, and secrecie to you.
Touch.
My Cloake there (pray you be patient) I am plagu'd
for my Austeritie; my Cloake: at whose suite maister Wolfe?
Wolfe.
Ile tell you as we goe sir.
Enter Friend. Prisoners.
Frie.
Why, but is his offence such as he cannot hope of life?
Pri. 1.
Troth it should seeme so: and 'tis great pity; for he is
exceeding penitent.
Fri.
They say he is charg'd but on suspicion of Felony, yet.
Pri. 2.
I but his maister is a shrewd fellow, Heele proue great
matter against him.
Fri.
I'de as liue as any thing, I could see his Farewell.
Pri. 1.
O tis rarely written: why Tobie may get him to sing
it to you, hee's not curious to any body.
Pri. 1.
O no. He would that all the world should take know-
ledge of his Repentance; and thinkes he merits in't, the more
shame he suffers.
Pri. 1,
Pray thee try, what thou canst doe.
Pri. 2.
I warrant you, he will not deny it; if he be not hoarce
with the often repeating of it.
Pri. 1.
You neuer saw a more courteous creature, then he is;
and the Knight too: the poorest Prisoner of the house may
command 'hem. You shall heare a thing, admirably pend.
Fri.
Is the Knight any, Scholler too?
Pris. 1.
No, but he will speake verie well, and discourse admi-
rably of running Horses, and White-Friers, and against Baudes:
and of Cocks; and talke as loude as a Hunter, but is none.
Enter Wolfe and Touchstone.
Wolf.
Please you stay here sir, ile cal his worship downe to you.
Pris. 1.
See, he has brought him, and the Knight too. Salute him
I pray, Sir, this Gentleman, vpon our report, is very desirous to
heare some piece of your Repentance.
Enter Quick. Pet. & c.
Quic.
Sir, with all my heart, & as I told M. Tobie, I shall be glad
to haue any man a witnesse of it. And the more openly I professe
it, I hope it will appeare the hartier and the more vnfained.
Touch.
Who is this? my man Francis? and my sonne in Lawe?
Quick.
Sir, it is all the Testimonie I shall leaue behind me to
the World, and my Master, that I haue so offended.
Friend.
Good Sir
Qui.
I writ it, whē my spirits were opprest.
Pet.
I, Ile be sworne for you Francis.
Quick.
It is in imitation of Maningtons; he that was hangd at
Cambridge, that cut of the Horses head at a blow.
Frie.
So sir.
Quick.
To the tune of I waile in woe, I plunge in paine.
Pet.
An excellent Ditty it is, and worthy of a new tune.
Qui.
In Cheapside famous for Gold &
Quicksiluer I did dwel of late:(Plate,
I had a Master good, and kind, (mind.
That vvould haue vvrought me to his
He bad me still, VVorke vpon that,
But alas I vvrought I knevv not vvhat.
He vvas a Touchstone black, but true:
And told me still, vvhat vvould ensue,
Yet, vvoe is me, I vvould not learne,
I savv, alas, but could not discerne.
Frien.
Excellent, excellent well.
Gould.
O let him alone, Hee is taken already.
Quic.
I cast my Coat, and Cap avvay,
I vvent in silkes, and sattens gay,
False Metiall of good manners, I
Did dayly coine vnlavvfully.
J scornd my Master, being drunke.
J kept my Gelding, and my Punke,
And vvith a knight, sir Flash, by name,
(VVho novv is sory for the same.)
Pet.
I thanke you Francis.
J thought by Sea to runne avvay,
-But Thames, and Tempest did me stay.
Touch.
This cannot be fained sure. Heauen pardon my seueri-
ty. The Ragged Colt, may prooue a good Horse.
Gould.
How he listens! and is transported? He has forgot me.
Quic.
Still Eastward hoe vvas all my
But VVestward J had no regard.
(word:
Nor neuer thought, vvhat vvould come
As did alas his youngest Daughter,
(after
At last the black Oxe trode o' my foote,
And I savv then vvhat longd untoo't,
Novv cry I, Touchstone, touch me stil,
And make me currant by thy skill.
Touch.
And I will do it, Francis.
Wolfe.
Stay him M.Deputie, now is the time, we shall loose the
song else.
Frie.
I protest it is the best that euer I heard.
Quick.
How like you it Gentlemen?
All.
O admirable, sir!
Quic.
This Stanze now following, alludes to the story of Man-
nington from whence I tooke my proiect for my inuention.
Frin.
Pray you goe on sir.
Quic.
O Manington thy stories shevv,
Thou cutst a Horse-head off at a blovv
But J confesse, J haue not the force
For to cut off the head of a horse,
Yet J desire this grace to vvinne,
That J may cut off the Horse-head of Sin.
And leaue his body in the dust
Of sinnes high vvay and bogges of Lust,
VVherby J may take Vertues purse,
And liue vvith her for better, for vvorse.
Frin.
Admirable sir, & excellently conceited.
Quic.
Alas sir.
Touch.
Sonne Goulding & M. Wolfe, I thank you: the deceipt is
welcome, especially from thee whose charitable soule in this hath
shewne a high point of wisedome and honesty. Listen. I am raui-
shed with his Repentance, and could stand here a whole prenti-
ship to heare him,
Frien.
Forth good sir.
Quick.
This is the last, and the Farewell.
Farevvel Cheapside, farevvel svveet trade
Of Goldsmithes all, that neuer shall fade
Farevvell deare fellovv Prentises all
And be you vvarned by my fall:
Shun Vsurers, Bauds, and dice, and drabs.
Auoide them as you vvould French scabs
Seeke not to goe beyond your Tether,
But cut your Thongs vnto your Lether
So shall you thriue by little and little,
Scap. Tiborne, Coũters, & the Spitle
Touch.
And scape them shalt thou my penitent, & deare Fran-
ces.
Quick.
Master!
Pet.
Father!
Touch.
I can no longer forbeare to doe your humility right:
Arise, and let me honour your Repentance, with the hearty and
ioyfull embraces, of a Father, and Friends loue. Quicksiluer, thou
hast eate into my breast, Quick siluer, with the dropps of thy sor-
row, and kild the desperate opinion I had of thy reclaime:
Quick.
O sir, I am not worthy to see your worshipfull face.
Pet.
Forgiue me Father.
Touch.
Speake no more, all former passages, are forgotten, and
here my word shall release you. Thanke this worthy Brother &
kind friend, Francis.— M. Wolfe, I am their Bayle;
Secu.
Maister Touchstone? Maister Touchstone?
Touch.
Who's that?
Wolfe.
Securitie, Sir.
Secu.
Pray you Sir, if youle be wonne with a Song, heare my
lamentable tune, too:
O Maister Touchstone,
My heart is full of vvoe;
Alasse, I am a Cuckold:
And, vvhy should it be so?
Because I vvas a Vsurer,
And Bavvd, as all you knovv,
For vvhich, againe J tell you,
My heart is full of vvoe.
Touch.
Bring him forth, Maister Wolfe, and release his bands.
This day shalbe sacred to Mercy, & the mirth of this Encoun-
ter, in the Counter. -- See, we are encountred with more Suters.
Saue your Breath, saue your Breath; All things haue succee-
ded to your wishes: & we are heartely satisfied in their euents.
Gyr.
Ah Runaway, Runaway! haue I caught you? And,
how has my poore Knight done all this while?
Pet.
Deare Lady-wife, forgiue me.
Gert.
As heartely, as I would be forgiuen, Knight. Deare
Father, giue me your blessing, and forgiue me too; I ha' bene
proud, and lasciuious, Father; and a Foole, Father; and being
raisd to the state of a wanton coy thing, calld a Lady, Father;
haue scorn'd you, Father; and my Sister; & my Sisters Veluet
Cap, too; and would make a mouth at the Citty, as I ridde
through it; and stop mine cares at Bow-bell: I haue said your
Beard was a Base one, Father; and that you look'd like Twier-
pipe, the Taberer; and that my Mother was but my Midwife.
Mi.Tou.
Now God forgi' you, Child Madame.
Touch.
No more Repetitions. What is else wanting, to make
our Harmony full?
Gould.
Only this, sir. That my fellow Frauncis make amends
to mistresse Sindefie, with mariage.
Quic.
With all my heart.
Gould.
And Security giue her a do wer, which shall be all the
Touch..
Excellently deuisd! a good motion. What sayes Maister Securitie?Secu.
I say any thing sir, what you'll ha me say. Would I were no Cuckold.Wini.
Cuckold, husband? why, I thinke this wearing of Yellow has infected you.Touch.
Why, Maister Securitie, that should rather be a com-fort to you, then a corasiue. If you be a Cuckold, it's an argu-ment you haue a beautifull woman to your wife; then, you shall be much made of; you shall haue store of friends; neuer want mony; you shall be easd of much o'your wedlock paine; others will take it for you: Besides you being a Vsurer, (and likely to goe to Hell) The Deuills will neuer torment you; They'll take you, for one o their owne Race. Againe, if you be a Cuckold, and know it not, you are an Innocent; if you know it, and endure it, a true Martyr.Secur.
I am resolu'd sir, Come hether Winny.Touch.
Well then, all are pleasd; or shall be anone, Maister Wolfe: you looke hungry, me thinkes. Haue you no apparrell to lend Frauncis to shift him?Quic.
No sir, nor I desire none; but here make it my sute, that I may goe home, through the streetes, in these, as a Spectacle, or rather an Example, to the Children of Cheapeside.Touch.
Thou hast thy wish. Now London, looke about,
And in this morrall, see thy Glasse runne out:
Behold the carefull Father; thrifty Sonne,
The solemne deedes, which each of vs haue done,
The Vsurer punisht, and from Fall so steepe
The Prodigall child reclaimd, and the lost Sheepe.
EPILOGVS.
STay Sir, I perceiue the multitude are gatherd together, to view our com-ming out at the Counter. See, if the streets and the Fronts of the Houses, be not stucke with People, and the Windowes fild with Ladies, as on the solemne day of the Pageant!O may you find in this our Pageant, here,
The same contentment, which you came to seeke;
And as that Shevv but dravves you once a yeare,
May this attract you, hether, once a weeke.