Part 3

_Enter 1 Boy._

_1 Boy._ Your Brother's coming in Sir.

_Vint._ Odds my passion, Out with the Plate ye knaves: bring the new Quishions, And wash those Glasses I set by for high days, Perfume the rooms along, why Sirrah.

_1 Boy._ Here Sir.

_Vint._ Bid my Wife make her self ready handsomly, And put on her best Apron: it may be The noble Gentleman will look upon her.

_Enter_ Euphanes _and two Gentlemen_.

_Euph._ Where is he Boy?

_Vint._ Your worship's heartily welcome, It joyes my very heart to see ye here Sir. The Gentleman that sent for your honor--

_Euph._ O good mine Host.

_Vint._ To my poor homely house, and't like your honor.

_Euph._ I thank thine honor good mine Host, where is he?

_Con._ What think ye now? my best _Euphanes_.

_Euph. Conon_, welcome my friend, my noble friend how is it? Are you in safety come, in health?

_Con._ All health, all safety, Riches, and all that makes content and happiness Now I am here I have: how have you far'd Sir?

_Euph._ Well, I thank Heaven, and never nearer friend To catch at great occasion.

_Con._ Indeed I joy in't.

_Euph._ Nor am I for my self born in these fortunes. In truth I love my friends.

_Con._ You were noble ever.

_Cra._ I thought you had not known me. [_Euph. salutes Cra._

_Euph._ Yes, ye are my Brother, My elder Brother too, would your affections Were able but to ask that love I owe to ye, And as I give, preserve it: here friend _Conon_, To your fair welcome home.

_Con._ Dear Sir, I thank ye, Fill it to th' brim, Boy: _Crates_.

_Cra._ I'll pledge you, But for that glorious Comet lately fired.

_Con._ Fie, fie Sir, fie.

_Euph._ Nay, let him take his freedomes, He stirs not me I vow to ye; much less stains me.

_Cra._ Sir, I cannot talk with that neat travelling tongue.

_Con._ As I live, he has the worst belief in men abroad.

_Enter the 2. Boy._

I am glad I am come home.

_2. Boy._ Here are the Gentlemen.

_Cra._ O let 'em enter: now you that trust in travel, And make sharp Beards, and little Breeches Deities, You that inhaunce the daily price of Tooth-picks, And hold there is no homebred happiness, Behold a model of your minds and actions.

_Euph._ Though this be envious, yet done i'th' way of mirth, I am content to thank ye for't.

_Con._ 'Tis well yet.

_Cra._ Let the Maske enter.

_Enter_ Onos, _his_ Unkle _and_ Tutor.

_Onos._ A pretty Taverne 'faith, of a fine structure.

_Unc._ Bear your self like a Gentleman, here's six pence, And be sure you break no Glasses.

_Tut._ Hark ye Pupill, Go as I taught you, hang more upon your hams, And put your knees out bent: there, yet a little: Now I beseech ye, be not so improvident To forget your travelling pace, 'tis a main posture, And to all unayr'd Gentlemen will betray you: Play with your _Pisa_ Beard: why, where's your brush Pupill? He must have a Brush Sir.

_Unc._ More charge yet?

_Tut._ Here, take mine, These elements of travel he must not want Sir.

_Unc._ Ma'foy, he has had some nineteen pence in elements, What would you more?

_Tut. Durus mehercle pater._

_Con._ What Monsieur _Onos_, the very pump of travell? Sir, as I live you have done me the greatest kindnes, O my fair Sir, _Lampree_, the careful Unkle To this young hopeful issue; Monsieur _Tutor_ too, The father to his mind; [C]ome, come, let's hug Boyes, Why what a bunch of travel do I embrace now, Methinks I put a Girdle about _Europe_; How has the boy profited?

_Unc._ He has enough Sir, If his too fiery mettle do not mar it.

_Con._ Is he not thrifty yet?

_Tut._ That's all his fault, Too bounteous minded being under age too, A great consumer of his stock in Pippins, Had ever a hot stomach.

_Con._ Come hither _Onos_, Will you love me for this fine Apple?

_Onos._ We.

_Con._ And will ye be rul'd by me sometimes?

_Onos._ 'Faith I will.

_Con._ That's a good boy.

_Unc._ Pray give not the child so much fruit, He's of a raw Complexion.

_Euph._ You Monsieur hard eg[g]e, Do you remember me? Do you remember When you and your Consort travell'd through _Hungary_?

_Con._ He's in that circuit still.

_Euph._ Do you remember The cantell of immortal Cheese ye carried with ye, The half cold [C]abbedge in a leather Sachell, And those invincible Eggs that would lye in your bowells A fortnight together, and then turn to bedstaves; Your sowre milk that would choak an _Irish_ man, And bread was bak'd in _Cæsars_ time for the Army?

_Con._ Providence, providence.

_Tut._ The soul of travel.

_Euph._ Can the boy speak yet?

_Tut._ Yes, and as fine a Gentleman, I thank my able knowledge, he has arriv'd at, Only a little sparing of his Language, Which every man of observation--

_Unc._ And of as many tongues.

_Tut._ Pray be content Sir, You know you are for the bodily part, the Purse, I for the magazin, the mind.

_Euph._ Come hither springall.

_On._ That in the _Almain_ Tongue signifies a Gentleman.

_Euph._ What think you of the forms of _Italy_ or _Spain_?

_Onos._ I love mine own Countrey Pippin.

_Tut._ Nobly answer'd, Born for his Countrey first.

_Euph._ A great Philosopher: What Horses do you prefer?

_Onos._ The white horse Sir, There where I lye; honest and a just beast.

_Tut._ O _caput lepidum_: a Child to say this, Are these figures for the mouths of Infants?

_Con. Onos_, what wenches? Come, tell me true.

_On._ I cannot speak without book.

_Con._ When shall we have one, ha?

_On._ Steal me from mine Unckle, For look you, I am broke out horribly For want of fleshly Physick: they say I am too young, And that 'twill spoyle my growth but could you help me?

_Con._ Meet me to morrow man, no more.

_Euph._ You think now Ye have open'd such a shame to me of travell, By shewing these thin Cubs: ye have honour'd us Against your will, proclaim'd us excellent: Three Frails of Sprats carried from Mart, to Mart, Are as much Meat as these, to more use travell'd; A bunch of bloted fools: me thinks your judgment Should look abroad sometimes without your envy.

_Cra._ Such are most of you: so I take my leave, And when you find your Womens favor fail, Tis ten to one you'l know your self, and seek me Upon a better Muster of your manners.

_Con._ This is not handsome Sir.

_Euph._ Pray take your pleasure, You wound the wind as much--

_Cra._ Come you with me, I have business for you presently: there's for your Wine, I must confess I lost it.

_On._ Shall I steal to ye And shall we see the Wench?

_Con._ A dainty one.

_On._ And have a dish of Pippins?

_Con._ What a peck man.

_Tut._ Will you wait Sir.

_Con._ Pray let's meet oftner Gentlemen, I would not lose ye.

_Tut._ O sweet Sir.

_Con._ Do you think I would, Such noted men as you?

_Onos_, _Unc. Tut._ We are your Servants. [_Exeunt._

_Euph._ That thing they would keep in everlasting nonage, My brother for his own ends has thrust on Upon my Mistriss, 'tis true, he shall be rich If ever he can get that Rogue his Unkle To let him be of years to come to inherit it, Now what the main drift is--

_Con._ Say ye so? no more words, I'll keep him company till he be of years, Though it be a hundred years, but I'll discover it; And ten to one I'll cross it too.

_Euph._ You are honest, And I shall study still your love: farewell Sir, For these few hours I must desire your pardon, I have business of importance: once a day At least I hope you'll see me: I must see you else: So, once more ye are welcome.

_Con._ All my thanks Sir, And when I leave to love you, life go from me. [_Exeu[n]t._

_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Theanor _and_ Crates.

_Cra._ Why Sir, the Kingdomes his, and no man now Can come to _Corinth_ or from _Corinth_ go Without his Licence; he puts up the tithes Of every office through _Achaia_; From Courtier to the Carter hold of him: Our Lands, our Liberties, nay very Lives Are shut up in his Closet, and let loose But at his pleasure; Books, and all discourse Have now no Patron, nor direction, But glorified _Euphanes_: our Cups are guilty That quench our thirsts, if not unto his health; Oh, I could eat my heart, and fling away My very Soul for anguish: gods, nor men Should tollerate such disproportion.

_The._ And yet is he belov'd: whether't be virtue, Or seeming virtue which he makes the cloak To his ambition.

_Cra._ Be it which it will: Your Highness is too tame, your eyes too film'd To see this, and sit still: the Lion should not Tremble to hear the bellowing of the Bull; Nature excuse me, though he be my Brother, You are my Countries Father, therefore mine: One parallel line of Love I bend on him, All lines of love and duty meet in you As in their Center: therefore hear, and weigh What I shall speak: You know the Queen your Mother Did, from a private state your Father raise, So all your Royalty you hold from her; She is older than she was, therefore more doating, And what know we but blindness of her love (That hath from underneath the foot of fortune Set even _Euphanes_ foot, on fortunes head) Will take him by the hand, and cry, Leap now Into my bed; 'tis but a trick of age; Nothing impossible.

_The._ What do you infer on this?

_Cra._ Your pardon Sir: With reverence to the Queen; yet why should I Fear to speak plain what pointeth to your good? A good old Widow is a hungry thing, (I speak of other Widows, not of Queens.)

_The._ Speak to thy purpose.

_Cra._ I approach it: Sir, Should young _Euphanes_ claspe the Kingdome thus, And please the good old Lady some one night; What might not she be wrought to put on you, Quite to supplant your birth? neither is she Past children as I take it.

_The. Crates_, Thou shak'st me; Thou, that dost hate thy Brother for my love, In my love find one; henceforth be my brother: This Gyant I will fell beneath the earth; I will shine out, and melt his artful wings: _Euphanes_, from my mothers sea of favors Spreads like a River, and runs calmly on, Secure yet from my stormes; like a young pine He grows up planted under a fair Oake, Whose strong large branches yet do's shelter him, And every Traveller admires his beauty; But like a wind, I'l work into his crancks, Trouble his stream, and drown all Vessels that Ride on his Greatness: under my Mothers arms, Like to a stealing tempest will I search, And rend his root from her protection.

_Cra._ I, now _Theanor_ speaks like Prince _Theanor_.

_The._ But how shall we provoke him to our snares? He has a temper malice cannot move To exceed the bounds of judgement; he is so wise, That we can pick no cause to affront him.

_Cra._ No? What better than his crossing your intent? The suit I had to ye? _Conons_ forfeit state (Before he travel'd) for a Riot he Hath from your Mother got restored to him:

_The._ Durst he? what is this _Conon_?

_Cra._ One that hath, As people say, in foreign Countries pleasur'd him.

_Enter Onos, Uncle, Tutor, Neanthes, Sosicles, Eraton._

But now no more; They have brought the Travellors I told you of, That's the sweet youth, that is my Brothers Rivall, That curles his head, for he has little hair, And paints his vizor, for it is no face, That so desires to follow you, my Lord: Shew 'em some countenance, and it will beget Our sport at least.

_The._ What villanous Crab-tree legs he makes! His shins are full of true-love knots.

_Cra._ His legs were ever villanous, since I knew him.

_Era._ Faith his Uncles shanks are somewhat the better.

_Nea._ But is't possible he should believe he is not of age? why He is 50, man, in's _Jubile_ I warrant: s'light, he Looks older then a groat, the very stamp on's face is Worne out with handling.

_Sos._ Why I tell you all men believe it when they hear him speak, He utters such single matter in so infantly a voice.

_Nea._ He looks as like a fellow that I have seen accommodate Gentlemen with Tobacco in our Theaters.

_Onos._ Most illustrious Prince.

_Era._ A pox on him, he is guelt, how he trebles!

_Onos._ I am a Gentleman a both sides.

_Tut._ He means (so't please your highness) both by Father and Mother.

_Sos._ Thou a Gentleman? thou an Ass.

_Nea._ He is nere the farther from being a Gent. I assure you.

_Tut._ May it please your Grace, I am another,

_Nea._ He is another Ass he says, I believe him.

_Uncle._ We be three, Heroicall Prince.

_Nea._ Nay then we must have the Picture of 'em, and the Word _nos sumus_.

_Tut._ That have travell'd all parts of the Globe together.

_Unc._ For my part, I have seen the vicissitude of fortune before.

_Onos._ Peace _Uncle_, for though you speak a little better than I

_Nea._ 'Tis a very little, in truth.

_Onos._ Yet we must both give place, as they say to the best Speaker, The Tutor.

_Tut._ Yet since it hath pleased your radience to decline so low, as on us, Poor and unworthy dunghils--

_Nea._ What a stinking knaves this!

_Tut._ Our Peregrination was nere so facilitated, as since we enter'd the line of your gracious favor, under whose beamy aspect, and by which infallible Mathematical compass, may we but hereafter presume to sail, our industries have reach't their desir'd termination and period; and we shall voluntarily sacrifice our lives to your resplendent eyes, both the Altars and fires of our devoted offerings.

_Onos._ Oh divine Tutor!

_Cra._ Can you hold Sir?

_Era._ He has spoken this very speech to some Whore in _Corinth_.

_Nea._ A plague on him for a fustian Dictionary; on my conscience this is the _Ulissean_ Traveller that sent home his Image riding upon Elephants to the great _Mogoll_.

_Sos._ The same: his wit is so huge, nought but an Elephant could carry him.

_Era._ So heavy you mean.

_Nea._ These three, are ev'n the fin'st one fool tripartite, that was ere discovered.

_Sos._ Or a treatise of famine divided into three branches.

_Era._ The Prince speaks.

_The._ I thank ye for your loves; but as I told you, I have so little means, to do for those Few followers I have already, that I would have none shiprack themselves, and fortune, Upon my barren shelf: Sue to _Euphanes_. For he is Prince, and Queen, I would have no man Curse me in his old age.

_Cra._ Alass Sir, they desire to follow you But a far off, the farther off the better.

_Tut._ I Sir, and't be seven mile off, so we may but follow you, only to countenance us in the confronts and affronts, which (according to your Highness will) we mean on all occasions to put upon the Lord _Euphanes_.

_Onos._ He shall not want gibing nor jeering, I warrant him, if he do, I'l forswear wit.

_Nea._ It has forsworn thee, I'l swear, it is the ancient enemy to thy house.

_The._ Well, be it so; I here receive ye; for my followers a great way off.

_Nea._ Seven miles, my Lord, no further.

_Onos._ By what time, Sir, (by this measure) may I come to follow him in his Chamber?

_Nea._ Why when his Chamber, Sir, is seven miles long.

_Enter Euphanes, Conon, Page, Gent. Attendants._

_Gent._ Make way there for my Lord _Euphanes_.

_Cra._ Look Sir, _Jove_ appears, The Peacock of our State, that spreads a train Brighter than _Iris_ blushes after rain.

_Euph._ You need not thank me _Conon_, in your love You Antidated what I can do for you, And I, in gratitude, was bound to this, And am to much more: and what ere he be Can with unthankfulness assoile me, let him Dig out mine eyes, and sing my name in verse, In Ballad verse, at every drinking house, And no man be so charitable to lend me A Dogg to guide my steps.

_Nea._ Haile to _Euphanes_.

_Sos._ Mighty _Euphanes_.

_Era._ The great Prince _Euphanes_.

_Tut._ Key of the Court, and Jewell of the Queen.

_Unc. Sol_ in our Firmament.

_Onos._ Pearl in the States eye.

_Nea._ Being a black man.

_Era._ Mistress of the Land.

_Nea._ Our humble, humble poor Petitions are, That we may hold our places.

_All._ May we?

_Euph._ Yes; be you malicious knaves still; and you fools.

_Con._ This is the Princes, and your brothers spight.

_Euph._ I know't, but will not know it.

_Con._ Yonder they are. Who's fine child's this?

_Unc._ Sir.

_Ones._ Unckle le'be, Let him alone, he is a mighty Prince.

_Euph._ I ask your Highness pardon: I protest By _Jupiter_ I saw you not.

_The._ Humh, it may be so, You have rais'd such mountaines 'twixt your eyes and me, That I am hidden quite: what do ye mean Sir? You much forget your self.

_Euph._ I should much more, Not to remember my due duty to your Grace; I know not wherein I have so transgress'd My service to your Highness, to deserve This rigour and contempt, not from you only But from your followers, with the best of whom I was an equal in my lowest ebbe: Beseech you Sir, respect me as a Gentleman, I will be never more in heart to you: Five fair Descents I can derive my self, From Fathers worthy both in Arts and Armes. I know your goodness companies your greatness But that you are perverted: Royal Sir, I am your humblest subject, use your pleasure, But do not give protection to the wrongs Of these subordinate Slaves, whom I could crush By that great destined favor, which my Mistris And your majestick Mother deignes to me, But in respect of you: I know lean envy Waites ever on the steps of virtue advanc'd: But why your Mothers grace gets me disgrace, Or renders me a slave to bear these wrongs I do not know. Oh Mediocrity, Thou prizeless jewel, only mean men have But cannot value; like the precious Jem, Found in the Mukhill by the ignorant Cock.

_The._ Your creamy words, but cozen: how durst you Intercept me so lately to my Mother? And what I meant your Brother, you obtain'd Unto the forfeitoe again.

_Cra._ Your answer to that my Lord, my Brother.

_Euph._ May I perish If ere I heard you intended such a suit, Though 'twould have stuck an ignominious brand Upon your Highness, to have given your servant A Gentlemans whole state of worth and quality, Confiscate only for a youthful brawle.

_The._ Your rudiments are too sawcy: teach your Page.

_Con._ I, so are all things but your flatterers.

_Onos._ Hold you your prating.

_Con._ You know where you are, you fleeten face.

_Euph._ Yet Sir, to appease and satisfie your anger. Take what you please from me, and give it him In lieu of this: you shall not take it neither, I freely will impart it, half my state, Which Brother if you please--

_Cra._ Ile starve in Chains first, Eat my own armes.

_Euph._ Oh that you saw your self: You ne'r made me such offer in my poorness, And 'cause (to do you ease) I sought not to you. You thus maligne me; yet your nature must not Corrupt mine, nor your rude examples lead me: If mine can mend you, I shall joy; you know I fear you not: you have seen me proved a man In every way of fortune, 'tis my comfort I know no more such Brothers in the World As _Crates_ is.

_Con._ Nor I such as _Euphanes_: The temper of an Angel reigns in thee.

_Euph._ Your Royal Mother Sir, (I had forgot) Entreats your presence.

_The._ You have done her errand, I may do yours. [_Exit._

_Euph._ Let it be truth my Lord.

_Con. Crates_, Ile question you for this.

_Cra._ Pish, your worst. [_Exit._

_Con._ Away you hounds after your scent.

_Onus._ Come, we'll scorn to walk to'm: now they are gone, We'l away too. [_Exeunt._

_Con._ Why bear you this my Lord?

_Euph._ To shew the passive fortitude the best; Vertue's a solid Rock, whereat being aym'd The keenest darts of envy, yet unhurt Her Marble _Heroes_ stand, built of such Bases, Whilst they recoyle, and wound the Shooters faces.

_Enter Queen and Ladies._

_Con._ My Lord, the Queen.

_Quee._ Gentle _Euphanes_, how, How do'st thou honest Lord? oh how I joy To see what I have made, like a choyce Workman, That having fram'd a Master-piece, doth reap An universal commendation. Princes are Gods in this. I'll build thee yet (The good foundation so pleases me) A story or two higher; let dogs bark, They are fools that hold them dignified by blood, They should be only made great that are good.

_Euph._ Oraculous Madam.

_Quee._ Sirrah, I was thinking If I should marry thee, what merry tales Our neighbour Islands would make of us; But let that pass, you have a Mistriss That would forbid our Banes: troth I have wish'd A thousand times that I had been a man, Than I might sit a day with thee alone, And talk, But as I am I must not; there's no skill In being good, but in not being thought ill. Sirrah, who's that?

_Euph._ So't please your Majesty _Conon_, the friend I su'd for.

_Quee._ 'Tis dispatch'd.

_Con._ Gracious Madam. I owe the gods and you my life.

_Quee._ I thank you, I thank you heartily; and I do think you A very honest man, he says you are: But now I'll chide thee; what's the cause my Son, For my eye's every where, and I have heard, So insolently do's thee Contumelies Past sufferance (I am told) yet you complain not, As if my justice were so partial As not to right the meanest: credit me, I'll call him to a strict account, and fright, By his example, all that dare curb me In any thing that's just: I sent you for him.

_Euph._ Humbly he did return, he would wait on you: But let me implore your Majesty, not to give His Highness any check, for worthless me; They are Court canckers, and not Counsellors That thus inform you: they do but hate the Prince, And would subvert me: I should curse my fortune Even at the highest, to be made the ginne To unscrew a Mothers love unto her Son: Better had my pale flame in humble shades Been spent unseen, than to be raised thus high, Now to be thought a meteor to the State, Portending ruine and contagion: Beseech you then rest satisfi'd, the Prince Is a most noble natur'd Gentleman, And never did to me but what I took As favors from him, my blown billowes must not Strive 'gainst my shore, that should confine me, nor Justle with Rocks to break themselves to pieces.

_Quee._ Well, thou'rt the composition of a god: My Lion, Lamb, my Eaglet, and my Dove, Whose soul runs clearer then _Dianas_ Fount, Nature pick'd several flowers from her choyce banks And bound them up in thee, sending thee forth A Posie for the bosome of a Queen.

_Lady._ The Prince attends you.

_Quee._ Farewell my good Lord. My honest man; stay, hast no other suit? I prethee tell me; Sirrah, thine eye speaks As if thou hadst: out with it modest fool.

_Euph._ With favor Madam, I would crave your leave To Marry, where I am bound in gratitude, The immediate means she was to all my Being: Nor do I think your wisdom sacred Queen Fetters in favors, taking from me so The liberty that meanest men enjoy.

_Quee._ To marry? you are a fool: thou'st anger'd me: Leave me, I'll think on't: [_Exit Euph. and Conon._ Only to try thee this, for though I love thee,

_Enter Theanor._