LOVE-WIT, Officers, MAMMON, SURLY, FACE, Love. What do you mean, my masters? Cheaters, bawds, conjurers. Offi. Warrant enough, sir, doubt not: If you'll not open it. Love. Is there an officer there? Offi. Yes, two or three for failing. Loce. Have but patience, And I will open it straight. Face. Sir, ha'you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? Love. Yes, my brain The empty walls worse than I left 'em, smok'd, Love. And should ha' married a Spanish count, but he, Face. Off with your ruff and cloak then; be When he came to❜t, neglected her so grossly, yourself, sir! Sur. Down with the door. Kast. 'Slight, ding it open, Love. Hold, hold, gentlemen! What means this violence? Mam. Where is this collar? Sur. And my captain Face? Sur. That are birding in men's purses. Ana. Locusts of the foul pit! Trib. Profane as Bel and the Dragon! Ana. Worse than the grashoppers, or the lice of Egypt! Love. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence! Offi. Keep the peace! Love. Gentlemen, what is the matter? whom do you seek? Mam. The chemical cozener! That I, a widower, am gone through with her. Sur. How have I lost her then? Love. Were you the Don, sir? Good faith, now, she does blame you extremely, and says You swore, and told her, you had ta'en the pains Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, Mam. The whole nest are fled! [Coming forth. Love. What sort of birds were they? Mam. A kind of choughs, Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse Of eightscore and ten pounds within these five weeks, If you can bring certificate that you were gull'd of 'em, Or any formal writ out of a court, That you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them. Mam. I'll rather lose 'em. Love. That you shall not, sir, By me, in troth. Upon these terms they are yours. What should they ha' been, sir? turn'd into gold all? Mam. No: I cannot tell. It may be they should. What then? Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain'd! Mam. Not I, the commonwealth has. The city new, and made a ditch about it That, every Sunday in Moorfields, the younkers, Sur. Must I needs cheat myself, With that same foolish vice of honesty! Come, let us go, and hearken out the rogues. That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him. Face. If I can hear of him, sir, I'll bring you word Unto your lodging:-for, in troth, they were strangers To me: I thought them honest as myself, sir. Trib. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, And get some carts [They come forth. Love. For what, my zealous friends? Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous Out of this den of thieves. Love. What is that portion? Ana. I am strong, And will stand up, well girt, against an host Love. I shall send you Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, Face. No, this was Abel Drugger.-Good sir, go [To the Parson. And satisfy him; tell him, all is done: He staid too long a-washing of his face. The doctor he shall hear of him at Westchester; And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth; or Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.— If you get off the angry child, now, sirKast. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would never ha' you tupp'd [To his Sister. But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you. Kast. Anon! Love. Come, will you quarrel! I will seize you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools? Kast. God's light! This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw! Love. What, do you change your copy now? Here stands my dove! stoop at her if you dare. Ana. The goods, sometime the orphans, that And I should be hang'd for't.-Sister, I protest the brethren I honour thee for this match. And kind spectators, if I have outstripp'd Face. So I will, sir.-Gentlemen, Yet 'twas decorum.-And though I am clean [Exeunt. RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE. BY FLETCHER. PROLOGUE. Pleasure attend ye, and about ye sit SCENE I. ACT I. Enter JUAN DE CASTRO and MICHAEL PEREZ. Mich. ARE your companies full, colonel? Nor will be this month yet, as I reckon ; Mich. We pick up still, and as our monies hold out, We have men come: about that time I think The wars are dainty dreams to young hot spirits, Mich. I have heard of him, and that he hath serv'd before too. Juan. But no harm done, nor never meant, That came to my ears yet; ask him a question, Good promising hopes; I never yet heard certainly Of any gentleman that saw him angry. Mich. Preserve him, he'll conclude a peace, if Many as strong as he will go along with us, That make the drunken Dutch creep into mole Juan. Say honest, what shame have you then? Mich. I would fain see that; I have been in the Indies twice, and have seen strange things, But two honest women !- -one I read of once. Enter Servant, Donna CLARA, and ESTIFANIA, veiled. Juan. You are welcome, ladies. Mich. Both hooded! I like 'em well though: They come not for advice in law sure hither; May be they would learn to raise the pike. I am for 'em: they are very modest,"tis a fine preludium. Juan. With me, or with this gentleman, Would you speak, lady? I Clara. With you, sir, as I guess, Juan de Castro. Mich. Her curtain opens, she is a pretty gentlewoman. Juan. I am the man, and shall be bound to fortune, may do any service to your beauties. To serve the catholic king. Clara. I have a kinsman, and a noble friend, Juan. I shall do it, [A letter. I know the gentleman, a most worthy captain. Clara. Something in private. |