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Con. Nay, if you meet any of those rogues at go reprehend him, I'll take his excommunication seasonable hours, you may, hy virtue of your of myself. fice, commit him to prison, aud then ask him 1 Watch, Come afore the constable. whither he was going.
2 Watch. Come afore the constable. 1 Watch. Why that's as much as my Lord Con. Sirrah, sirrah, you would have escaped, Mayor does.
would you? no, sirrah, you shall know the king's Con. True, my Lord Mayor can do to more officers have eves to hear such rogues as you, than you, in that point.
Come, sirrah, confess who it was you poisoned. 2 Watch. But, master constable, what if he —lle looks like a notable rogue. should resist us?
1 Watch. I do not like his looks. Con. Why, if he do resist, you may knock him 2 Watch. Nor I. down, and then bid him stand, and come before Con. You would deny it, would you, sirrah? the constable. So, now I think you are suffici- we shall sitt
you. ently iristructed conce
ncerning your office: take your Eug. Alas, master coustable, I cannot now stands, you shall hear rogues walking at these deny what I have said, you over-heard me; I seasonable hours, I warrant you; stand close. poisoned Eugenio, son to Lord Polymetes.
1 Watch. ( rascal ! Enter EUGENIO.
2 Watch. My young landlord ! Eug. Now do I take as much care to be ap- Con. Let him alone, the law shall punish him; prehended, as others do to escape the watch; I but, sirrah, where did you poisou him? must speak to be overheard, and plainly too, or Eug. About a day's journey hence; as he was else these dolts will never conceive me.
coming home from Athens I met him, and poiCon. Hark, who goes by?
soned him. Eug. Oh my conscience, my conscience, the Con. But, sirrah, who set you a work? conterror of a guilty conscience !
fess, I shall find out the whole nest of these Con. How, conscience talks he of? he's an ho- rogues; speak. nest man, I warrant him, let him pass.
Eug. Count Virro hired me to do it. 2 Watch. Aye, aye, let hiin pass; good-night, Con. Oh lying rascal ! honest gentleman.
1 Watch. Nay, he that will steal will lie. Eug. These are wise officers ! I must be plain- 2 Watch. I'll believe nothing he says. er yet. That gold, that cursed gold, that made 3 Watch. Belye a man of worship! me poison him, made me poison Eugenio !
4 Watch, A nobleman ! Con. How, made me poison him! he's a knave Con. Away with him. I'll hear no more, reI warrant him.
mit him to prison. Sirrah, you shall hear of 3 Watch. Master constable has found him al- these things to-inorrow, where you would be loth ready.
to hear them. Come, let's go. [Ereunt. Con. I warrant you a knave cannot pass me;
I'll leave you.
Enter Franklin, Shallow, Lucy, Francisco | To take my daughter even against her will,
in a Parson's habit, and a true Parson other And great with child by another; her shame wise attired.
She cited to the court, and yet bestow her Frank. I'll take your council, sir, I'll not be On such a fortune as rich Shallow is : seen in it, but meet you when it is done ; you'll Nay, that which is the master-piece of all, marry thein ?
Make him believe 'tis his, though he ne'er touchFranc. Fear not that, sir, I'll do the deed.
ed her. Frunk. I shall rest thankful to you; till then If men ne'er met with crosses in the world,
There were no difference 'twixt the wise and fools. Shal. I pray, father, leave us, we know how But I'll go meet them ; when 'tis done, I fear to behave ourselves alone ; methinks, Lucy, we
[Erit. are too many by two yet. Lucy. You are merry, sir.
Enter FRANCISCO, Parson, SHALLOW, LUCY.
[Exeunt. Manet FrankLIN.
Franc. Nay, fret not now, you had been worse
abused Now they are sure, or never; poor Francisco, If you had married her; she never loved you. Thou met'st thy match when thou durst undertake Lucy. I ever scorned thy folly, and hated thee; To over-reach me with tricks. Where's now though sometimes afore my father I would mako your Sumner?
an ass of thee, 'Fore heaven I cannot but applaud my brain,
Shal. Oh women, monstrous women! little Shal. E'en as you see, I was beguiled, and so does her father know who has married her.
were you. Lucy. Yes, he knows the parson married me, Frank. Francisco, take her; thou seest the and you can witness that.
portion thou art like to have. Franc. And he shall know the parson will lie Franc. 'Tis such a portion as will ever please with her.
me; but, for her sake, be not unnatural. Shal. Well, parson, I will be revenged on all Lucy. Do not reject me, father. thy coat; I will not plough an acre of ground Franc. But for the fault that she must answer for you to tythe, I'll rather pasture my neigh- for, or shame she should endure in court, behold bours cattle for nothing,
her yet an untouched virgin. Cushion, come forth; Par. Oh be more charitable, sir; bid God here, signior Shallow, take your child unto you, give them joy.
make much of it, it may prove as wise as the faShal. I care not greatly if I do, he is not the ther.
[He flings the Cushion at him. first parson that has taken a gentleman's leavings. Frank. This is more strange than t'other; ah, Franc. How mean you, sir?
Lucy, wer't thou so subtle to deceive thyself and Shal. You guess my meaning. I hope to have me? Well, take thy fortune, 'tis thine own choice. good luck to horse-flesh now, she is a parsou's Franc. Sir, we can force no bounty from you, wife.
and therefore must rest content with what your Franc. You have lain with her then, sir?
pleasure is. Shal. I cannot tell you that, but if you saw a
Enter EUPHULS, ALPHONSO. woman with child, without lying with a man, then perhaps I have not.
Alph. Yonder he is, my lord, that's he in the Lucy. Impudent coxcomb! darest thou say parson's habit; he is thus disguised about the buthat ever thou layest with me? Did'st thou ever siness I told you of. Lysandro, see your noble faso much as kiss my hand in private ?
ther. Shal. These things must not be spoken of in Euph. Welcome, my long-lost son, from all the coinpany.
Lucy. Thou knowest I ever hated thee. Of frowning fortune that thou hast endured,
Shal. But when you were in the good humour, Into thy father's arms. you would tell me another tale.
Lucy. Is my Francisco noble? Lucy. The fool is mad; by heaven, my Fran- Frunk. Lord Euphues' son! I am amazed. cisco, I am wronged. [He discovers himself.
Euph. I hear, Lysandro, that you are married ? Franc. Then I must change my note. Sirrah, Franc. Yes, my lord, this is my bride; the daugh
you have spoken; swear here, before ter and heir of this rich gentleman; 'twas only the parson and myself, you never touched her, or
she, that when my state was nothing, my poor self I'll cut thy throat; it is Francisco threatens thee. and parentage unknown, vouchsafed to know;
Shal. I am in a sweet case, what should I do nay, grace me with her love, her constant love. now? Her father thinks I have lain with her; if Euph. Such merit must not be forgot, my son. I deny it, he will have a bout with me; if I say Daughter, much joy attend upon your choice. I have, this young rogue will cut my throat. Franc. Now, wants but your consent. Franc. Come, will you swear?
To FRANK. Shal. I would I were fairly off, I would lose my Frank. Which, with a willing heart, I do bewench with all my heart.-I swear:
stow. Franc. So, now thou art free from any imputa- Pardon me, worthy son, I have so long tion that his tongue can stick upon
Been hard to you; 'twas ignorance
Of what you were, and care I took for her.
Franc. Your care needs no apology,
Euph. But now, Lysandro, I must make thee sad Shal. Here's one shall talk with you.
Upon thy wedding-day, and let thee know Frank. God give you joy, son Shallow. There is no pure and uncompounded joy Franc. I thank you, father.
Lent to mortality : in depth of woe Frank. How's this, Francisco, in the parson's Thou meet'st the knowledge of thy parentage; habit?
Thy elder brother Philocles must die; Franc. I have married her, as you bade me, sir; And in his tragedy our paine and house but this was the truer parson of the two, he tied Had sunk for ever, had not gracious heaven the knot, and this gentleman is our witness. Sent, as a comfort to my childless age,
Frank. I am undone; strumpet, thou hast be- Thy long-lost self, supporter of the name. trayed tbyself to beggary, to shame besides, and Franc. But can there be no means to save his that in open court; but take what thou hast life? sought, hang, beg, and starve, I'll never pity thee. Euph. Alas, there's none; the king has taken Lucy. Good sir.
an oath Shal. I told you what would come on't. Never to pardon him; but since, they say, Franii. How did your wisdom lose her? His majesty repents, and fain would save him.
Franc. Then am I wretched : like a man long Phil. Spare that labour; blind,
I do confess the fact that I am charged with, That comes at last to see the wished-for sun, And speak as much as my accusers can, But finds it in eclipse; such is my case,
As much as all the witnesses can prove; To meet, in this dark woe, my dearest friends. 'Twas I that stole away the daughter and heir Euph. Had you not heard this news before, Of lord Polymetes, which, were't co do again, Lysandro ?
Rather than lose her, I again would venture. Franc. Yes, sir; and did lament,
This was the fact : your sentence, honoured faAs for a worthy stratyer, but ne'er knew
thers. My sorrow stood engaged by such a tie
Cler. 'Tis brave and resolute. Aš brotherhood. Where may we see him, sir? 1 Judge. A heavy sentence, noble Philocles;
Euph. This morning he's arraigned: put off and such a one, as I could wish myself that babit you are in, and go along with ine; Off from this place, some other might deliver; leave your friends here a while.
You must die for it, death is your sentence. Franc. Farewell, father;
Phil. Which I embrace with willingness. Now, Dear Lucy, till soon, farewell; nought but so sad
my lord, A chance could make me cloudy now. [Ereunt. Is your hate glutted yet, or is my life [To Poly.
Frank. Well, Lucy, thy choice has proved bet. Too poor a sacrifice to appease the rancour ter than we expected; but this cloud of grief has of your inveterate inalice? If it be, to dimmed our mirth, but will, I hope, blow over; Invent some scandal, that may after blot Heaven grant it may! And, signior Shallow, My reputation.-Father, dry your tears, though you have missed what my love meant you
[To EcPh. once, pray
Weep not for me, my death shall leave no stain Shal. I thank you, sir, l'll not be strange. Upon your blood, nor blot on your fair name:
[Ereunt. The honoured ashes of my ancestors, Enter Kıxg, Nicaxor.
May still rest quiet in their tear-wet urns
For any fact of mine; I night have lived, King. Nicanor, I would find sume privy place, If heaven had not prevented it, and found Where I might stand upseen, unkoown of any, Death for some foul, dishonourable act. To hear th'ai raignment of young Philocles. Brother, farewell; no sooner have I found Nic. The judges are now entering ; please you,
(To Frasc. sir,
But I must leave thy wished-for company. Here to ascend, you may both hear and sce. Farewell, my dearest love; live thou still happy; King. Well, I'll go up;
And may some one of more desert than I, And, like a jealous husband, hear and see Be blest in the enjoying what I lose. That, that will strike me dead. Am I a king, I need not wish him happiness that has thee, And cannot pardon such a sınall offence? For thou wilt bring it; may be prove as good I cannot do't, ror am I Cæsar pow;
As thou art worthy! Lust has uncrowned me, and my rash-ta'en oath Leucoth. Dearest Philocles, llas reft nie of a king's prerogative.
There is no room for any man but thee Come, come, Nicanor, lielp me to ascend, Within this breast. Oh good my lords, And see that fault that I want power to mend. Be merciful, condemn us both together,
[They ascend. Our faults are both alike; why should the law Enter three Judges, Virro, POLYMETES, Eu-Be partial thus, and lay it all on him? PHUES, Francisco, LEUCOTHOE, CLERIMONT,
1 Judge. Lady, I would we could as lawfully and Roscio.
Save him as you, he should not die for this. 1 Judge. Bring forth the prisoner; where are
Enter Constable, leading Eugento. the witnesses ?
who's that you have brought there? Poly. Here, my lords; I am the wronged party, Con. A benefactor, an't please your lordships ; and the 'fact, my man here, besides the officers I reprehended him in my watch last night. * that took them, can justify.
lir. Irus is taken ! 2 Judge. That's enough.
2 Judge. What's bis offence?
Watch. No, Mr Constable, 'twas but poisoning 1 Judge. Philocles, stand to the bar, and an- of a man. swer to such crimes
Con. Go, thou art a fool. As shall be here objected against thy life.
Vir. I am undone for ever, all will out. Read the indictment.
3 Judge. What proofs have you against him i
Con. His own profession, if it please your ho- 2 Judge. Why, then, against you both do I pro
Poly. Wretch that I is
iny dissembled grief 1 Judge. Did he not name the party, who it was Turned to true sorrow? Were iny acted tears that he had poisoned?
But prophecies of my ensuing woe, Con. Marry, with reverence be it spoken, it And is he truly dead? O! pardon me, was Eugenio, my lord Polymetes' son.
Dear ghost of my Eugenio, 'cuas my fault Poly. How's this!
That called this hasty vengeance from the gods, 1 Judge. He died long since at Athens. And shortened thus thy life; for whilst with tricks
Poly. I cannot tell what I should think of it; I sought to fasten wealth upon our house,
Of me and mine! base, bloody, murderous count ! 2 Judge. Follow, stand to the bar; thou hear'st Vir. Vile cozener! cheating lord! dissembler! thy accusation, what can'st thcu say?
1 Judge. Peace! stop the mouth of malediction Eug. Ah, my good lord,
there, I cannot now ilery what I have said ;
This is no place to rail in. This man o'erheard me, as iny bleeding heart Euph. Ye just powers, Was making a confession of iny crime.
That to the quality of inan's offence Con. I told hiin, an't shall please your lord- Shape your correcting rods, and punish there slips, the king's officers had eyes to hear such where he has sinned! did not my bleeding heart rascals.
Bear such a beavy sure in this day's woe, 1 Judge. You have been careful in your office, I could, with a free soul, applaud your justice. constable;
Poly. Lord Eup!ues, and Philocles, forgive me; You may now leave your prisoner.
To inake ainerid.:, I know's impossible, Con. I'll leave the felon with vour lordship. For what iny malice wrought; but I would fain 1 Judge. Farewell, good consiable; murder, I Do somewhat that might testify my grief see, will out.
[Erit Constable. And true repentance. Why didst thou poison him?
Eug. That is what I looked for. Eng. I was poor, and want made me be hired. Euph. You're kind too late, my lord; 2 Judge. Hired, by whom?
been thus Eug. By count Virro; therс he stands. When nced required, y' had saved yourself and
Vir. I do beseecis your lordships not to credit me, what this hase fellow speaks; I ain innocent. Our hapless sons; but if your grief be true, 1 Judge. I do believe you are; sirrah, speak I can forgive you heartily. truth,
Phil. And I. You have not long to live.
Eng. Now comes iny cue. My lord Polymctes, Eur. Please it your lordship, I may relate the Under correction, let me ask one question. manner;
Poly. What question? speak. 3 Judge. Do.
Eug. If this young lord should live, would you Eug. Eugenio was alive, when first the news bestow your daughter willingly upon him? would Was spread in Syracuse that he was dead; Which faize rcport, count Virro crerliting,
Poly. As willingly as I would breathe myself. Became an earnest suitor to his sister,
Eng. Then dry all your eyes, Thinking her heir; but finding afterwards There's no man here shall have a cause to weep. Her brother lived, and coming home,
Your life is saved, Leucothoe is no heir, [ToPuil, Not a day's journey hence, he sent me to him, Her brother lives; and that clears you, count And, with a promise of five hundred crowns,
Virro, Hired ine to poison him: that this is true, Of your supposed murder, I}ere's his own hand to witness it against him, All. How! lives? Please it your lordships to perusc the writing. Eig: Yes, lives to call the brother, Philocles. 1 Judge. This is his hand.
Leucoth. Oh, iny dear brother! 2 Judge. Sure as I live, I have seen warrants
[ He discovers himself. from him with just these characters.
Poly. My son, welcome froin death. . 3 Judge. Besides, methinks this fellor's tale is Eug. Pardon me, good my lord, that I thus
likely. Poly. 'Tis too true.
Have from your knowledge kept myself concealed; This fellow's sudden going from my house My end was honest. Put me into a fear.
Poly. I see it was. 1 Judye, Count Virro, stand to the bar; And low, son Philocles, give me thy hand; What can you say to clear you of this murder? Here take thy wife, she loves thee, I dauc swear; fir. Nothing, iny lords, i mest confess the fact. And for the wrong that I intended thee,
you, my lord?
Her portion shall be double what I meant it. King. Thanks, good Philocles.
But where's the man, whose happy presence Poly. Brother Euphues,
brought I hope all emnity is now forgot
All this unlooked for sport? where is Eugenio ? Betwixt our hvuses.
Eug. Ilere, my dread liege. Euph. Let it be ever so, I do embrace your King. Welcome to Syracuse. love,
Welcome Eugenio; pr’ythee ask some boon, Vir. Well, my life is saved yet, though my That may requite the good that thou hast done. wench be lost,
Eug. I thank your majesty; what I have done God give you joy!
Needs no requital: but I have a suit Phil. Thanks, good my lord.
Unto lord Euphues; please it your majesty 1 Judge. How suddenly this tragic scene is To be to him an intercessor for me, changed,
I make no question but I shall obtain. And turned to comedy !
King. What is it? speak; it shall be granted 2 Judge. 'Tis very strange.
thee. Poly. Let us conclude within.
Eug. That it would please him to bestow on King. Stay, and take my joy with you.
[The King speaks from above. His niece, the fair and virtuous lady, Leda. Euph. His majesty is coming down, let us at- Euph. With all my heart; I know 'twill please tend.
her well: Enter King.
I have often heard her praise Eugenio.
It shall be done within. King. These jars are well closed up: now, Phi- King. Then here all strife ends. locles,
I'll be your guest myself to-day, and help What my rash oath denied me, this blest hour,
To solemnize this double marriage. And happy accident, has brought to pass,
Poly. Your royal presence shall much honour The saving of thy life. Phil. A life, my liege,
King. Then lead away; the liappy knot you tie, That shall be ever ready to be spent
Concludes in love two houses' enmity. Upon your service,
Our lleir is fallen froin her inheritance;
Her higher yet; and from your pleased hands give
The Heire, a Comedie, as it was acted by the Company of the Revels, 1620. Written by T.M. The second impression. London, printed by Augustine Mathewes for Thomas Jones; and are to be sold at his shop in S. Dunstans Church-yard, in Fleet-street1633. 4to.