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a fool.

you are my cousin ? God's my life, then I were But princes, whose high spleens for empire swell, a stark ass. If I fret not bis guts,

beg me for Are not with easy art made parallel.

2 Ser. She wakes, my lord ! Viola. Be circumspect, and do so then. Fare- Duke. Look, Doctor Benedict. well.

I charge you, on your lives, maintain for truth Fust. The Tortoise, sister? I'll stay there; forty Whate'er the Doctor or myself aver; ducats.

(Exit. For you shall bear her hence to Bergamo. Viola. Thither I'll send : this law can none Inf. Oh God, what fearful dreams! deny ;

Lady. Ladv. Women must have their longings, or they die. Inf. Ha?

[Erit. Duke. Girl!

Why, Iufelicia! How is't now? ha, speak.

Inf. I'm well.-What makes this Doctor here?

I'm well. Gasparo the Duke, Doctor Benedict, two Ser

Duke. Thou wert not so e'en now. Sickness's vants.

pale hand Duke. Give charge that none do enter, lock the Laid hold on thee even '4 in the deadst of feastdoors;

ing; And, fellows, what your eyes and ears receive,

And when a cup, crown'd with thy lover's health, Upon your lives trust not the gadding air Had touch'd thy lips, a sensible cold dew To carry the least part of it.— The glass, the hour Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept glass.

To see such beauty alter'd. Doct. Here, my lord.

Inf. I remember Duke. Ali, 'tis near spent.

I sat at banquet; bat felt so such change. But, doctor Benedict, does your art speak truth?

Duke. Thou hast forgot then how a messenger Art sure the soporiferous stream will ebb,

Came wildly in, with this unsavory news,
And leave the crystal banks of her white body That he was dead,
Pure as they were at first, just at the hour? Inf. What ruessenger? who's dead?
Doct. Just at the hour, my lord.

Duke. Hipolito. Alack, wring not thy bands! Duke. Uncurtain her.

Inf. I saw no messenger; heard no such news, Softly, sweet doctor. What à coldish heat

Doce. Trust me you did, sweet lady. Spreads over all her body!

Jouke. La' you now. Doct. The vital spirits, that by a sleepy charm 2 Ser. Yes, indeed, madam. Were bound up fast, and threw an icy rust Duke. La' you now 'tis well, God knows. On her exterior parts, now 'gin to break;

Inf. You have slain him, and now you'll murTrouble her not, my lord. Duke. Some stools. You called

Duke. Good Infelicia, vex not thus thyself; For music, did you not? oh, ho, it speaks, Of this the bad report before did strike It speaks. Watch, sirs, her waking, note those So coldly to thy heart, that the swift currents. sands.

Of life were all frozen upDoctor, sit down: a dukedom that should weigh Inf. It is untrue, mine

'Tis most untrue. O most unnatural father! Own down twice, being put into one scale, Duke. And we had much ado, by art's best And that fond desperate boy Hipolito

cunning, Making the weight up, should not (at my hands) To fetch life back again. Buy her i' the t'other, were her state more light

Doct. Most certain, lady, Than her’s who makes a dowry up with alms. Duke. Why la' you now; you'll not believe me. Doctor, I'll starve her on the Appenine,

Friends, Ere he shall marry her. I must confess, Sweat we not all had we not much to do? Hipolito is nobly born: A man,

9 Ser. Yes indeed, my lord, much. Did not mine enemies blood buil in his veins, Duke. Death drew such fearful pictures in the Whom I would court to be my son-in-law;


der me.

13 Beg me for a fool.—Sir William Blackstone, in his Commentaries, vol. i. p. 303. says : " By the old common law there is a writ de idiota inquirendo, to enquire whether a man be an idiot or not: which must be tried by a jury of twelve men; and, if they find bim, purus idiota, the profits of his lands, and the custody of his person, may be granted by the king to some subject who has interest enough to obtain them." And he observes, that this power, though of late very rasely exerted, is still alluded to in common speech by tbat usual expression of begging a man for a fool.

14 in the deadst of feasting. - i. e. in the midst ; taken from the vulgar expression concerning night, saya ing in the dead of night, for the middle of it. S. P.



That, were Hipolito alive again,

Duke. Greatness hides sin; the guilt upon my IS I'd kneel and woo the noble gentleman


To be thy husband. Now I sore repent
My sharpness to him, and his family.

Nay, do not weep for him: we all must die.
Doctor, this place where she so oft hath seen

Enter CASTRUCHIO, PIORATTO, and FLUELLO. His lively presence, haunts her : does it not?

Cast. Signior Pioratto, signior Fluello, shall's Doct. Doubtless, my lord, it does.

be merry ? shall's play the wag now? Duke. It does, it does.

Fluel. Aye, any thing that may beget the child Therefore, sweet girl, thou shalt to Bergamo. of laughter Inf. Even where you will : in any place there's Cast. Truth, I have a pretty sportive conceit

new crept into my brain, will move excellent Duke. A coach is ready; Bergamo doth stand mirth. In a most wholsome air; sweet walks; there's

Pior. Let's ha't, let's ha't; and where shall the deer.

scene of mirth lie? Aye, thou shall hunt and send us venison,

Cast. At signior Candido's house, the patient Which, like some goddess in the Cyprian groves, man; nay, the monstrous patient man. They say Thine own fair hand shall strike.—Sirs, you shall bis blood is immuveable; that he has taken alt teach her

patience from a man, and all colistancy from a
To stand, and how to shoot : aye, she shall hunt.
Cast off this sorrow. In, girl, and prepare Fluel. That makes so many whores now-a-days.
This night to ride away to Bergamo.

Cast. Aye, and so many kpavęs too,
Inf. O most unhappy maid ! [Exit. Pior. Well, sir.
Duke. Follow it close.

Cast. To conclude; the report goes, he's so No words that she was buried, on your lives, mild, so affable, so suffering, that nothing indeed Or that her ghost walks now after she is dead; can move him. Now, do but think what sport I'll hang you if you name a funeral.

it will be to make this fellow (the mirror of pa1 Ser. I'll speak Greek, my lord, ere I speak tience) as angry, as vext, and as mad as an Engthat deadly word.

lish cuckold. 2 Ser. And I'll speak Welch, which is harder Fluel. O ! 'twere admirable mirth, that: but than Greek.

[Ereunt. how will't be done, signior? Duke. Away, look to her.-Doctor Benedict, Cast. Let me alone ; I have a trick, a conceit,

observe how her complexion alter'd a thing, a device will sting him, 'faith, if he have Upon his name and death? 0! would 'twere but a thimbleful of blood in his belly, or a spleen true!

not so big as "? a tavern token. Doct. It may, my lord.

Pior. Thou stir him ! thou move him! thou Duke. May! How? I wish his death, anger him! Alas! I know his approved temper. Doct. And you may have your wish : say but Thou vex him! why he has a patience above the word,

mau's injuries; thou may'st sooner raise a spleen And 'tis a strong spell to rip up his grave. in an angel than rough humour in him. Why, I have good knowledge with Hipolito:

I'll give you instance for it: this wonderfully He calls me friend; I'll creep into his bosom, temper'd signior Candido upon a time invited And sting him there to death: poison can do't. home to his house certain Neapolitan lords, of Duke. Perform it; I'!l create thee half mine curious taste, and no inean palates, conjuring heir.

his wife of all loves, to prepare cheer fitting for Doct. It shall be done, although the fact be such honourable trencherinen. She (just of a foul.

woman's nature, covetous to try the utteripost of

Did you


15 rd kneel. All the editions read I'll kneel.

17 A tavern token.-During the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and from thenceforward to that of Charles the Second, very little brass or copper-money was coined by authority. For the convenience of trade, victuallers and other tradesmen, without any restriction, were therefore permitted to coin small money, or tokens as they were called, which were used for change. These tokens were very small pieces, and probably at first coined chiefly by tavern-keepers ; from whence the expression a tavern token might have been originally derived. Amongst other cant phrases to describe drunkenness, it appears from Philocothonista, 1635, p. 60. that to swallow a tavern token was one. So Cob, in Every Man in his Hua mour, A. 1. S. 4. says, in answer to Master Matthew's question : “ Was he drunk ?” “ Drunk, sir ? you hear not me say so. Perhaps he swallowed a tavern token, or some such device, sir, I have nothing to do witbal.”

18 Conjuring his wife of all loves-See Note 95 to Gammer Gurton's Needle, p. 130

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vexation, and thinking at last to get the start of Geo. Faith, signior, he's a little negociated; his humour) willingly neglected the preparation, he'll appear presently. and became unfurnish'd not only of dainty, but Cast. Fellow, let's see a lawn, a choice one, of ordinary dishes. He (according to the mild- sirrah. ness of his breast) entertained the lords, and with Geo. The best in all Milan, gentlemen, and this courtly discourse beguiled the time, as much as a is the piece. I can fit you, gentlemen, with fine citizen might do. To conclude; they were hungry callicoes too for doublets; the only sweet fashion lords, for there came no meat in; their stomachs now, most delicate and courtly : a meek gentle were plainly gulld, and their teeth deluded, and callico, cut upon two double affable taffatas: ah, .(if anger could have seized a man) there was most neat, feat, and unmatchable. matter enough, 'faith, to vex any citizen in the Fluel. A notable voluble-tongued villain. world, if he were not too much made a fool by Pior. I warrant this fellow was never begot his wife,

without much prating. Fluel. Aye, I'll swear for't: 'sfoot, had it been my Cast. What, and is this she, say'st thou? case, I should ha' played mad tricks with my Geo. Aye, and the purest she that ever you wife and family; first, I would ha' spitted the fingered since you were a gentleman: look how men, stewed the maids, and baked the mistress, even she is ; look how clean she is; ha! as even and so served them in.

as the brow of Cynthia, and as clean as your sonsPior. Why, 'twould ha' temper'd any blood and heirs when they ha' spent all. but his;

Cast. Puh! thou talk'st-Pox on's, 'tis rough. And thou to vex him; thou to anger him

Geo. How ! Is she rough? But, if you bid pox With soine poor shallow jest !

on't, sir, 'twill take away the roughness presently. Cast. S'blood, signior Pioratto (you that dis- Fluel. Ha, signior, has he fitted your French parage my conceit) I'll wage a hundred ducats curse? upon the head on't, that it moves, frets him, and Geo. Look you, gentlemen, here's another; galls him.

compare then, I pray: compara Virgilium cum Pior. Done : 'tis a lay; 19 join golls on't. Homero, compare virgins with harlots. Witness signior Fluello.

Cast. Puh! I ha' seen better; and as you term Cast. Witness : 'tis done.

them, evener and cleaner. Come follow me : the house is not far off.

Geo. You may see farther for your mind, but I'll thrust him from his humour, vex his breast, trust me you shall not find better for your body. And win an hundred ducats by one jest.



Cast. O! here he comes : let's make as though SCENE V.

Come, come, we'll try in soine other shop. Enter Candido's Wife, GEORGE, and two'Pren:

Can. How now? what's the matter? tices in the Shop.

Geo. The gentlemen find fault with this lawn; Tife. Come you, put up your wares in good fall out with it, and without a cause too. order here: do you not think, you, one piece cast Can. Without a cause ! this

way, another that way, you liad need have a that makes you to let 'em pass away. patient master indeed?

Ah, may I crave a word with you, gentlemen? Geo. Aye, I'll be sworn, for we have a curst Fluel. He calls us. mistress.

Cast. Makes the better for the jest. Wife. You mumble ! Do you mumble? I would Can. I pray come near. You're very welcome, your master or I could be a note more angry :

gallants; for two patient folks in a house spoil all the ser- Pray pardon my man's rudeness, for I fear me vants that ever shall come under them.

He's talk'd above a 'prentice with you.-Lawns ! 1 'Prentice. You patient! aye, so is the devil Look you, kind gentlemen-this !--no :-Aye, when he is horn-mad.

Take this, upon my honest-dealing faith, Enter CASTRUCHIO, FLUELLO, and PIORATTO.

To be a true weave; not too hard, nor slack, All three. Gentlemen, what do you lack? what But e'en as far from falsehood, as from black. is't you buy? See fine hollands, fine cambricks, Cast. Well, how do you rate it? fine lawns.

Can. Very conscionably; eighteen shillings a Geo. What is't you lack?

yard. 2 'Prentice. What is't you buy?

Cast. That's too dear. How many yards does Cast, Where's signior Candido, thy master ? the whole piece contain, think you?


we pass.




19 Join golls-i e. hands.

you deaf?

Can. Why, some seventeen yards, I think, or Should be nor man, nor woman? not once mov'd; thereabouts. How much would serve your turn, No, not at such an injury, not at all! I pray?

Sure he's a pigeon, for he has no gall. Cast. Why, let me see-would it were better Fluel. Come, come, you're angry, though you too!

smother it; Can. Truth, 'tis the best in Milan, at few words. You're vex’d, i'faith-confess.

Cast, Well; let me have then-a whole penny- Can. Why, gentlemen, worth,

Should you conceit me to be vex'd or moved ? Can. Ha, ha! you're a merry gentleman. Ile has my ware, I have his money fort; Cast. A penn'orth, I say.

And that's no argument I am angry: no, Can. Of lawn !

The best logician cannot prove me so. Cast. Of lawn? aye, of lawn, a penn'orth.

Fluel. Oh! but the hateful name of a penny'Sblood, do'st not hear? a whole penn'orth : are

worth of lawn,

And then cut out i' the middle of the piece, Can. Deaf! no, sir: but I must tell you, Pah! I guess it by myself; t'would move a lamb, Our wares do seldom meet such customers. Were he a linen-draper; t'would, i'faith.

Cast. Nay, an you and your lawns be so Can. Well, give me leave to answer you for squeanish, fare you well.

that; Can. Pray stay; a word, pray signior! for what We're set here to please all customers, purpose is it, I beseech you?

Their humours and their fancies-offend none : Cust. 'Sblood, what's that to you? I'll have a We get by many, if we lose by one. penn'orth.

May be his mind stood to no more than that; Can. A penny-worth! why you shall : I'll serve A penn'orth serves him : and 'mongst trades 'tis you presently.

found, 2 Prentice. 'Sfoot, a penny-worth, mistress ! Deny a penn'orth, it may cross a pound.

Mistress. A penny-worth! call you these gen- Oh! he that means to thrive, with patient eye tlemen?

Must please the devil, if he come to buy. Cast. No, no, not there.

Fluel. O wonderous man, patient 'bove wrong Can. What then, kind gentleman? what, at

or woe! this corner here?

Ilow blest were men, if women could be so ! Cast. No, nor there neither;

Cun. And to express how well my breast is I'll have it just in the middle, or else not.

pleased, Can. Just in the middle !-ha-you shall too: And satisfied in all-George, fill a beaker. what,

[Exit GEORGE. Have you a single penny?

I'll drink unto that gentleman who lately Cast. Yes, here's one.

Bestowed his money with me. Can. Lend it ine, I pray.

Wife. God's my life, Fluel. An excellent followed jest.

We shall have all our gains drunk out in beakers, Wife. What, will he spoil the lawn now? To make amends for pennyworths of lawn. Can. Patience, good wife. Wife. Aye, that patience makes a fool of you.

Enter GEORGE. Gentlemen, you might ha' found some other citizen to have made a kind gull on, besides my hus- Can. Here, wise, begin you to the gentleman. band.

Wife. I begin to him! Can. Pray, gentlemen, take her to be a woman; Can. George, fill up again : Do not regard her language-0! kind soul, 'Twas my fault, my hand shook. [Erit GEORGE. Such words will drive away my customers.

Pior. How strangely this doth show! Wife. Customers with a murrain! Call you A patient man linked with a waspish shrew. these customers ?

Fluel. A silver-and-gilt beaker! I have a Can. Patience, good wife.

trick to work upon that beaker; sure 'twill fret Wife. Pox o' your patience!

bim : it cannot choose but vex hiin. Signior Geo. 'Sfoot, mistress, I warrant these are some Castruchio, in pity to thee, I have a conceit will cheating companions.

save thy hundred ducats : 'twill do't, and work Can. Look you, gentlemen, there's your sare; him to impatience. I thank you, I have your money here; pray know Cast. Sweet Fluello, I should be bountiful to my shop, and let me have your custom.

that conceit. Wife. Custom, quoth-a!

Fluel. Well, 'tis enough.
Cin. Let me take more of your money.
Wife. You had need so.

Enter George.
Pior. Hark in thine ear; thou'st lost an hun-
dred ducats.

Can. Here, gentlemen, to you, Cast. Well, well, I know't : is't possible that I wish your custom; you're exceeding welcome:





well :

Cast. 20 I pledge you, signior Candido-Here Geo. I told you before, mistress, they were all you, that must receive an hundred ducats.

cheaters. Pior. I'll pledge them deep, i'faith, Castruchio, Wife. Why, fool! why, husband! why, madSigrior Fluello.

man! I hope you will not let them sneak away Fluel. Come; play't off : to me,

so with a silver-and-gilt beaker, the best in the I am your last man.

house too : go, fellows, make hue and cry after Can. George, supply the cup.

them. Fluel. So, so, good honest George!

Cun. Pray let your tongue lie still, all will be Here, Signior Candido, all this to you.

Cun. Oh, you must pardon me, I use it not Come hither, George, hye to the constable,
Fluel. Will you not pledge me then?

And in calm order wish bim to attach them; Can. Yes, but not that :

Make no great stir, because they're gentlemen, Great love is shown in little.

And a thing partly done in merriment : Flucl. Blurt on your sentences—'Sfoot, you 'Tis but a size above a jest, thou knowest; shall pledge me all.

Therefore pursue it mildly. Go, begone; Can. Indeed I shall not.

The constable's bard-by, bring him along;Fluel. Not pledge me? 'Sblood, I'll carry away

make haste again. the beaker then.

Wife. O you're a goodly patient woodcock : are Can. The beaker ! Oh, that at your pleasure, sir.

you not now?

[Erit GEORGE. Fluel, Now by this drink ( will.

See what your patience comes to. Every one Cast. Pledge him, he'll do't else.

saddles you, and rides you ; you'll be shortly the Fluel. So : I ha' done you right ?' on my thumb common stone-horse of Milan : a woman's well nail.

holped up with such a 22 meacock. I had rather What, will you pledge me now?

have a husband, that would swaddle me thrice a Can. You know me, sir, I am not of that sin. day, than such a one, that will be gulld twice in Fluel. Why, then farewell :

half an hour. Oh, I could buru all the wares in I'll bear away the beaker, by this light.

my shop for anger ! Can. That's as you please, 'tis very good. *Can. Pray wear a peaceful temper; be my Fluel. Nay, it doth please me; and as you say,

wife, ’uis

a very good one : farewell, signior Candido. That is, be patient: for a wife and husband Pior. Farewell, Candido.

Share but one soul between them : this being Can. You're welcome, gentlemen.

known, Cast. Heart! not moved yet?

Why should not one soul then agree in one? I think his patience is above our wit. (Exeunt.




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20 I pledge you, signior Candido— The following account of the forms prescribed in Health-drinking in our author's time, is taken from “ The Irish Hubbub, or the English Hue and Crie," by Barnaby Rich, 1023, p. 24. He calls it, The Ruffingly Order of drinking Healths used by the Spendalls of this age. “ He “ that beginnes the health, hath his prescribed orders : first uncovering bis head, hee takes a full cup in “ his hand, and setting his countenance with a grave aspect, hee craves for audience : silence being obce “ obtained, he beginpes to breath out the name peradventure of some honourable personage, that is wor“thy of a better regard, theu to have his name polluted at so unfitting a time amongst a company of “ drunkards : but his health is drunke to, and he that pledgeth must likewise off with his cap, kisse bis “ fingers, and bowing himselfe in signe of a reverent acceptance ; when the leader sees his follower thus “prepared, hee sups up his broath, turnes the bottom of the cup upward, and in ostentation of bis des. “ terite, gives the cup a phillip to make it cry Twango. And thus the first scene is acted.

“ The cup being newly replenished to the breadth of an haire, he that is the pledger must now beginne “ his part, and thus it goes round thronghout the whole company, provided alwayes by a canon set downe “ by the founder, there must be three at the least still uncovered, till the health hath had the full pas.

sage : which is no sooner ended, but anotber begins againe, and hee drinkes an health to his Lady of little worth, or perad venture to bis light- hele'd mistres."

21 On my thumb nail..See Note 6 to Gammer Gurton's Needle, p. 102

22 Meacock-. e. a timorous, dastardly creature. See Taming of the Shrew, A. 2. S. l. and Mr Steevens's Note thereon.

Again, Hall's Chronicle, Henry IV. fol 6: “-depravynge and railyng on Kynge Richarde as an innocent, a meacocke, and not worthy to beare the name of a kynge."

Euphues, p. 41 : “ But hapely thou wilt say, if I refuse their curtesie I shall be accounted a mecock, a milksop, taunted and retaunted, &c."

Tarlion's News out of Purgatory, p. 39: “_because he was a meacocke, and a milksoppe, not daring to “ draw his sword to revenge her wrongs.'

Churchyard's Worthines of Wales, p. 39. edit. 1776 : “ Let us therefore give the charge, and oncet upon yonder effeminate and meyrocke people."

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