Aur. Now god-a-mercy fortune, and sweet Venus. Let Cupid do his part, and all is well. Phan. Methinks, my heart's in heaven with this comfort. Chamont. Is this the true Italian courtesy? Ferneze, were you tortur'd thus in France? By my soul's safety Count. My most noble lord, I do beseech your lordship. Cha. Honour'd count, Wrong not your age with flexure of a knee, Count. Oworthy gentlemen, I am asham'd That my extreme affection to my son Should give my honour so uncur'd a maim; But my first son being in Vicenza lost. Cha. How in Vicenza! lost you a son there? About what time, my lord? Count. O the same night Wherein your noble father took the town. Cha. How long's that since, my lord? can you remember? Count. 'Tis now well nigh upon the twen tieth year. Cha. And how old was he then? Cha. I cannot tell; [it. Between the years of three and four, I take Cha. Had he no special note in his attire, Or otherwise, that you can call to mind? Count. I cannot well remember his attire; Cha. How did you call your son, my lord? Cha. Then no more my Gasper, but Ca- Take notice of your father. Gentlemen, (Who being ignorant what name he had Phan. O strange! my brother! Behold how the abundance of his joy Forgive thy father's late austerity. Max. My lord, I delivered as much be fore, but your honour would not be persuaded; I will hereafter give more observance to my visions; I dreamt of this. Jaq. I can be still no longer, my good lord; [joys. Do a poor man some grace amongst all your Count. Why what's the matter, Jaques ? Jaq. I am robb'd; I am undone, my lord; robb'd and undone. Count. How, Jaques! is not Rachel then Jaq. No, I disclaim in her; I spit at her : She is a harlot, and her customers, Your son, this gallant, and your steward here, Have all been partners with her in my spoil; No less than thirty thousand. Count. Jaques, Jaques, This is impossible; how shouldst thou come Jaq. Out, alas ! I have betray'd myself with my own tongue; The case is alter'd. Count. Some one stay him here. Max. What means he to depart? count Ferneze, upon my soul this beggar, this beggar is a counterfeit. Urge him: didst thou lose gold? Jeq. O no, I lost no gold. Max. Said I not true? Count. How! didst thou first lose thirty thousand crowns, crowns. Count. Mass, who was it told me, that a couple of my men were become gallants of late? Fran. Marry, 'twas I, my lord; my man told me. Enter Onion and Juniper. Max. How now! what pageant is this ? Max. What, monsieur Onion! men? Oni. Hinds, sir! 'sblood, and that word will bear an action; it shall cost us a thousand pound a piece, but we'll be reveng'd. Junip. Wilt thou sell thy lordship, count? Max. O transmutation of elements! it is certified you had pages. Junip. I, sir; but it is known they proved ridiculous; they did pilfer, they did purloin, they did procrastinate our purses; for the which wasting of our stock, we have put them to the stocks. Count. And thither shall you two presently. These be the villains that stole Jaques' gold; Away with them, and set them with their men. Max. Onion, you will now be peel'd. Fran. The case is alter'd now. Shall we be be confiscate now? shall we droop now? Shall we be now in helogabolus? Oni. Peace, peace, leave thy gabling. Count. Away, away with them; what's this they prate? [Exeunt with Juniper and Onion. Keep the knaves sure; strict inquisition Shall presently be made for Jaques' gold, To be dispos'd at pleasure of Chamont. Cha. She is your own, lord Paulo, if your father Give his consent. Ang. How now, Christophero! the case (If with you fair acceptance it may stand) I tender my Aurelia to your love. Cha. I take her from your lordship with all thanks, And bless the hour wherein I was made prisoner, For the fruition of this present fortune, Max. Well, I will now swear the case is altered. Lady, fare you well; I will subdue my affections. Madam, as for you, you are a profest virgin, and I will be silent. My honourable lord Ferneze, it shall become you at this time not to be frugal, but bounteous, and open-handed; your fortune hath been so to you, lord Chamont. You are now no stranger; you must be welcome; you have a fair, amiable, and splendid lady: but signior Paulo, signior Camillo, I know you valiant, be loving. Lady, I must be better known to you. Signiors, for you, I pass you not, though I let you pass; for in truth I pass not of you. Lovers to your nuptials, lordlings to your dances; march fair all, for a fair march is worth a king's ransome. [Exeunt. This Comedy was sundry times acted by the Children of the Black-Friars. FINIS. |