The archer Cimbeline, or old king Lud For their orphans, and record in their annals. Y. Pal. Not your debts? Thwack. No, sir, though to a poor Brownist's II widow; Though she sigh all night, and have the next morning Nothing to drink but her own tears. E. Pal. Nor shalt thou lend money to a sick friend, Though the sad worm lie mortgaged in his bed For the hire of his sheets. Y. Pal. These are resolves That give me newer wonder than your clothes; Why in such shining trim, like men that come From rifled tents, loaden with victory? E. Pal. Yes, brother, or like eager heirs new In ink, that seal'd the day before in haste, we come To be the business of all eyes, to take The like to St Dennis: all this, young sir, That says, Pay nothing. Y. Pal. Why, where have I lived? I deny the major. E. Pal. Good faith, though you should send me more epistles Than young factors in their first voyage write Unto their short-haired friends; than absent lovers Pen near their marriage week, to excuse the slow Arrival of the licence and the ring; Not one clipp'd penny should depart my reach. Y. Pal. This doctrine will not pass; how shall I live? E. Pal. As we intend to do by our good wits. Y. Pal. How, brother, how? E. Pal. Truth is a pleasant knowledge; Yet you shall have her cheap; Sir Morglay here, My kind disciple, and myself, have leased, Out all our rents and lands for pious uses. Y. Pal. What, co-founders! give legacies ere death! Pallatine the pious, and Saint Morglay! wit, Then we'll renounce the town, and patiently Vouchsafe to re-asume our mother earth, Lead on our plows into their rugged walks | Again, grope our young heifers in the flank, And swagger in the wool which we shall borrow From our own flocks. Thwack. But, ere we go, we may, From the vast treasure purchased by our wit, Leave here some monument to speak our fame. I have a strong mind to re-edify The decays of Fleet-Ditch; from whence I hear The roaring vestals late are fled, through heat Of persecution. Y. Pal. What a small star have I, E. Pal. Brother, be calm, and edify; but That never yet could light me to this way! first Receive a principle: Never hereafter, sigh, Live by our wits! E. Pal. So live, that usurers From this warm breathing, till your last cold Shall call their monies in, remove their bank Will I disburse for you again; never. Y. Pal. Brother mine, if that be your argu ment, · 11 4 poor Brownist's widow.―The Brownists at this time seem to have been the constant objects of popular satire. The founder of the sect was Robert Browne, a knight's son of Rutlandshire, and educated at Cambridge. He was afterwards pastor of Aychurch in Northamptonshire, and spent great part of his life in several prisons, to which he was committed for his steady adherence to the opinions which he entertained. He died in jail at Northampton, in the year 1630, or, according to others, 1634, when he was not less than 80 years of age. See also the notes of Dr Grey and Mr Steevens, to Twelfth Night, A. 3. S. 2. (1) At hazard, sir: a hundred, and all made at sent.-Folio edit. 12 At sent.-Query cent, a game mentioned in The Dumb Knight, A. 4. S. 1. and corruptedly written saint. S. This game is frequently mentioned in ancient writers, and is usually spelt saunt, probably the manner in which the French word cent was then pronounced. In Gervas Markham's Famous Whore; or, Noble Three motley cocks of the right Derby strain, Thwack. Sir, I will match my Lord Mayor's horse, make jockeys Of his hench boys, 14 and run them through Cheapside. E. Pal. What beauties, girls of feature, govern now I' the town? 'tis long since we did traffick here For looks; or if we marry make a jointure. E. Pal. I could keep thee, Thy future pride, thy surfeits, and thy lust, (I mean, in such a garb as may become A Christian gentleman) with the sole tithe Of tribute I shall now receive from ladies. Thwack. Your brother and myself have seal'd to covenants; The female youth of the town are his; but all Of all their testaments; in one month, sir, Y. Pal. Your rents exposed at home for pious uses, Must expiate your behaviour here: tell me, Y. Pal. Amazement knows no ease, but in demands: Pray tell me, gentlemen, to all this vast You'll work the ladies, and weak gentry here, Thwack. Not gulled! they dare not be E. Pal. Yes, sir, at yourself. Y. Pal. Two that have tasted Nature's kind Courtezan, 1609, 4to, Sign. D 4, it is called mont cent. "Were it mont cent, primero, or at chesse, I wan with most, and lost still with the lesse." 13 Beggibrigge. The fol. reads peggibrige. Perhaps the name of some famous horse. 14 Hench-boys.—See note 13 to The Muse's Looking-Glass. Of his heart, and what his brains do weigh. And thou shalt largely taste it, when the next That speaks command, or haste; open the door. Enter LUCY. Lucy! weeping, my wench? melting thine eyes, As they had trespassed against light, and thou Would'st give them darkness for a punishment! Lucy. Undone, madam, without all hope, but what Your pity will vouchsafe to minister. Amp. Hast thou been struck by infamy! or comest A mourner from the funeral of love? Lucy. I am the mourner, and the mourned; dead to Myself, but left not rich enough to buy a grave: Gin. I could ne'er endure that old, moist-eyed lady; Methought she prayed too oft. To make her long-winded, which our devout Amp. What ground had her suspect? *7 15 Mine-The 4to reads nine; the folio, my. 16 Commit-It is observed by Mr Malone, (see note to Othello, A. 4. S. 2.) that "this word in Shakespeare's time, besides its general signification, seems to have been applied particularly to unlawful acts of love: hence, perhaps, it is so often repeated by Othello." See also King Lear, A. 3. §. 4. and Mr Steevens's note. 17 Suspect-i. e, suspicion. VOL. I. 20 He gathered fondness where he planted love, Sold all my jewels, and my trifling wealth, Amp. This, Luce, is such apostacy in wit, As nature must degrade herself in woman to Forgive. Shall love put thee to charge? couldst thou Permit thy lover to become thy pensioner? Eng. Her sense will now be tickled till it ache. Amp. Thy feature and thy wit are wealth enough To keep thee high in all those vanities, That wild ambition, or expensive pride, Perform in youth; but thou invert'st their use: Thy lover, like the foolish adamant The steel, thou fiercely dost allure, and draw To spend thy virtue, not to get by it. Lucy. This doctrine, madam, is but new to me. Amp. How have I lived, think'st thou? e'en by my wits. My guardian's contribution gave us gowns, Gin. A coat of mail, Quilted with wire, was soft sarsnet to them. Amp. Our diet scarce so much as is prescribed Gin. He had starved me, but that Amp. Thy disease, Ginet, made thee in love And thou eat'st him up two foot of an old wall. Nature, my steward, I did call t' account, Gin. A jewel for a kiss, and that half ravished. Eng. Madam, you are Not far from the possession of your wish; Eng. They will immure themselves Ladies. They'll shine in various habit, like Lucy. My ears received a taste of them be Eng. Though miracles are ceased, This, madam, is in the power of thought and time. Amp. I would kiss thee, Engine, but for an odd Nice humour in my lips; they blister at Inferior breath. This ring, and all my hopes Are thine: dear Engine, now project, and live. Gin. I'd lose my wedding to behold these dagonets.19 Amp. My guardian's out o' town. Let us triumph Like Cæsar till to-morrow night; thou know'st and me. Is Plume-This is a falconer's term. Latham says, it" is when a hawk seizeth a fowle, and pulleth the feathers from the body.” 19 Dagonels-Sir Dagonet was the squire of King Arthur, in the old romance of Morte Arthur. See the notes of Mr Theobald, Dr Johnson, Mr Warton, and Mr Steevens, on The Second Part of King Henry IV. A. 3. §. 2. 元 ས་ Amp. Spoke like the bold Cophetua's 20 son. Let us contrive within to tempt them hither.— Follow, my Luce, restore thyself to fame [Exeunt ENGINE, AMPLE, GINET. Young PALLATINE beckons Lucy from between the Hangings as she is going. Y. Pal. Luce! Luce! Lucy. Death on my eyes! how came you hither? Y. Pal. I'm, Luce, a kind of peremptory fly, Shift houses still to follow the sun-beams; I must needs play in the flames of thy beauty— Lucy. You've used me with a Christian care; have you not? Y. Pal. Come, I know all. I have been at thy aunt's house. And there committed more disorder than Witness a shower of malmsey lees, dropped from Y. Pal. Yes, and she looks like the old slut of Thou hast read of. I told her she must die, To some Dutch brewer of Ratcliffe, to make Luy. Speak low. I am deprived Y. Pal. My Luce, be magnified; I am all plot, From hence, I have laid two instruments, Meager And Pert, that shall encounter his long ears With tales less true than those of Troy; they shall Endanger him, maugre his active wits, And mount thee, little Luce, that thou may'st reach To dandle Fate; to soothe them till they give Lucy. You are too loud; whisper your plots Enter ENGINE, Elder PALLATINE, and THWACK. Your business were above your haste; but know You where you are? E. Pal. Sir Tyrant Thrift dwells here: The Lady Ample is his ward; she is Within, and we must see her: No excuses; She is not old enough to be lock'd up To sey new perukes, or purge for rheum. Thwack. Tell her, that a young devout knight, made grey 22 By a charm, (to avoid temptation in others,) Eng. I shall deliver you both. These tygers hunt their prey with a strange nostril. Come unseut for so aptly to our wish! [Exit. E. Pal. But this, Sir Morglay, will not do; in troth You break our covenants. Thwack. Why, hear me plead. E. Pal. From forty to fourscore, the written law And mend dark lanterns? invent steel mattocks, E. Pal. Follow your task; you see how early I Thwack. 'Tis the cause I Come for; a withered midwife, or a nurse Enter GINET. Gin. My lady understands your haste, and she Herself consults now in affairs of haste; But yet will hastily approach to see You, gentlemen, and then in haste return. [Exit. E. Pal. What's this, the superscription of a packet? Thwack. Now does my blood wamble. You! sucket-eater! 23 [Offers to follow her, PALLATINE stays him. 20 Cophetua's son-Though the name of this monarch is known to us, I believe we are all ignorant respecting his royal progeny. S. 21 Morion-Morion is a helmet. It must here mean a hat. 22 To sey new perukes-To say, I believe, means to assay, to try on, and should be written 'say. I have often met with the word so abbreviated. S. 23 Sucket-eater-i. e. eater of confectionary ware, sugar-pellets. S. 2 |