Chapter 4

_Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg.

_1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie.

_Gos._ None at all, Sir: Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye, Give in my Bills. Your sixteen.

_3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir To make a further use.

_Gos._ No.

_3 Mer._ What I have, Sir, You may command; pray let me be your Servant.

_Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies, They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em.

_2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper.

_Gos._ Rot your Pepper, Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand.

_4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending.

_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms: These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in, To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels, Why are these pieces?

_Enter_ Sayler.

_Sayler._ Health to the noble Merchant, The _Susan_ is return'd.

_Gos._ Well?

_Say._ Well, and rich Sir, And now put in.

_Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers.

_Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits, With the next Tide is ready to put after.

_Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat?

_Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight, She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly.

_Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler?

_Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies, And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded And overlaid with strength: when presently Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_, That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison; He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely: Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her, And as a service to ye sent her home Sir.

_Gos._ An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull; There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_.

_Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir. [_Exit_ Saylor.

_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!

_Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me.

_2 Mer._ You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.

_Gos._ I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope.

_All._ We joy in your good fortunes.

_Enter_ Van-dunck.

_Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home With me, yonder is one weeps and howls.

_Gos._ Alas how does she?

_Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope.

_Gos._ Why soon Sir?

_Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night My boy she is thy wife.

_Gos._ With all my heart I take her.

_Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there, And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel; Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all, All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her; Hast thou dispatch't thy business?

_Gos._ Most.

_Van-d._ By the mass Boy, Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it, Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd. Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack, And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris. She'I hug thee, sirrah.

_Gos._ I long to see it, I had forgot you: there's for you my friends: You had but heavy burthens; commend my love To my best love, all the love I have To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._

_Hig._ By the mass a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._

_Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.

_Hig._ And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for.

_Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither.

_Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._

SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk.

_Hub._ I Must not.

_Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine To reward thee to thy wishes.

_Hub._ I dare not, nor I will not.

_Hem._ Gentle Huntsman, Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty, Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly; I can forgive thee freely.

_Hub._ You the Earls servant?

_Hem._ I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; Able to doe thee--

_Hub._ Come, come, leave your prating.

_Hem._ If thou dar'st but try.

_Hub._ I thank you heartily, you will be The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence, I could do, but I do not say I will, To any honest fellow that would think on't, And be a benefactor.

_Hem._ If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires, If within these ten days I do not make thee--

_Hub._ What, a false knave!

_Hem._ Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing Of profit or of place that may advance thee.

_Hub._ Why what a Goosecap would'st thou make me, Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing, more than their lives can reach at?

_Hem._ Believe me Huntsman, There shall not one short syllable That comes from me, pass Without its full performance.

_Hub._ Say you so Sir? Have ye e're a good place for my quality?

_Hem._ A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks: I'le make thee Chief ranger over all the games.

_Hub._ When?

_Hem._ Presently.

_Hub._ This may provoke me: and yet to prove a knave too.

_Hem._ 'Tis to prove honest: 'tis to do good service, Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince, Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here, Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers, Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely And to himself he may be law and credit?

_Hub._ Shall I believe thee?

_Hem._ As that thou holdst most holy.

_Hub._ Ye may play tricks.

_Hem._ Then let me never live more.

_Hub._ Then you shall see Sir, I will do a service That shall deserve indeed.

_Hem._ 'Tis well said, Huntsman, And thou shall be well thought of.

_Hub._ I will do it: 'tis not your setting free, for that's meer nothing, But such a service, if the Earl be noble, He shall for ever love me.

_Hem._ What is't Huntsman?

_Hub._ Do you know any of these people live here?

_Hem._ No.

_Hub._ You are a fool then: here be those, to have 'em, I know the Earl so well, would make him caper.

_Hem._ Any of the old Lords that rebel'd?

_Hub._ Peace, all, I know 'em every one, and can betray 'em.

_Hem._ But wilt thou doe this service?

[_Hub._] If you'l keep Your faith, and free word to me.

_Hem._ Wilt thou swear me?

_Hub._ No, no, I will believe ye: more than that too, Here's the right heir.

_Hem._ O honest, honest huntsman!

_Hub._ Now, how to get these Gallants, there's the matter, You will be constant, 'tis no work for me else.

_Hem._ Will the Sun shine again?

_Hub._ The way to get 'em.

_Hem._ Propound it, and it shall be done.

_Hub._ No sleight; (For they are Devilish crafty, it concerns 'em,) Nor reconcilement, (for they dare not trust neither) Must doe this trick.

_Hem._ By force?

_Hub._ I, that must doe it. And with the person of the Earl himself, Authority (and mighty) must come on 'em: Or else in vain: and thus I would have ye do it. To morrow-night be here: a hundred men will bear 'em, (So he be there, for he's both wise and valiant, And with his terrour will strike dead their forces) The hour be twelve a Clock, now for a guide To draw ye without danger on these persons, The woods being thick, and hard to hit, my self With some few with me, made unto our purpose, Beyond the wood, upon the plain, will wait ye By the great Oak.

_Hem._ I know it: keep thy faith huntsman, And such a showr of wealth--

_Hub._ I warrant ye: Miss nothing that I tell ye.

_Hem._ No.

_Hub._ Farewel; You have your liberty, now use it wisely; And keep your hour, goe closer about the wood there, For fear they spy you.

_Hem._ Well.

_Hub._ And bring no noise with ye. [_Exit._

_Hem._ All shall be done to th' purpose: farewel hunts-man.

_Enter_ Gerrard, Higgen, Prig, Ginks, Snap, Ferret.

_Ger._ Now, what's the news in town?

_Ginks._ No news, but joy Sir; Every man wooing of the noble Merchant, Who has his hearty commendations to ye.

_Fer._ Yes this is news, this night he's to be married.

_Ginks._ By th' mass that's true, he marrys _Vandunks_ Daughter, The dainty black-ey'd bell.

_Hig._ I would my clapper Hung in his baldrick, a what a peal could I Ring?

_Ger._ Married?

_Ginks._ 'Tis very true Sir, O the pyes, The piping-hot mince-pyes!

_Prig._ O the Plum-pottage!

_Hig._ For one leg of a goose now would I venture a limb boys, I love a fat goose, as I love allegiance, And------upon the Boors, too well they know it, And therefore starve their poultry.

_Ger._ To be married To _Vandunks_ Daughter?

_Hig._ O this [pretious] Merchant: What sport he will have! but hark you brother _Prig_, Shall we do nothing in the foresaid wedding? There's mony to be got, and meat I take it, What think ye of a morise?

_Prig._ No, by no means, That goes no further than the street, there leaves us, Now we must think of something that must draw us Into the bowels of it, into th' buttery, Into the Kitchin, into the Cellar, something That that old drunken Burgo-master loves, What think ye of a wassel?

_Hig._ I think worthily.

_Prig._ And very fit it should be, thou, and _Ferret_, And _Ginks_ to sing the Song: I for the structure, Which is the bowl.

_Hig._ Which must be up-sey _English_, Strong, lusty _London_ beer; let's think more of it.

_Ger._ He must not marry.

_Enter_ Hubert.

_Hub._ By your leave in private, One word Sir, with ye; _Gerrard_: do not start me, I know ye, and he knows ye, that best loves ye: _Hubert_ speaks to ye, and you must be _Gerrard_. The time invites you to it.

_Ger._ Make no show then, I am glad to see you Sir; and I am _Gerrard_. How stand affairs?

_Hub._ Fair, if ye dare now follow, _Hemskirk_ I have let goe, and these my causes, I'le tell ye privately, and how I have wrought him, And then to prove me honest to my friends, Look upon these directions, you have seen his.

_Hig._ Then will I speak a speech, and a brave speech In praise of Merchants, where's the Ape?

_Prig._ ------ Take him, A gowty Bear-ward stole him the other day.

_Hig._ May his Bears worry him, that Ape had paid it, What dainty tricks! ------ O that bursen Bear-ward: In his French doublet, with his blister'd bullions, In a long stock ty'd up; O how daintily Would I have made him wait, and shift a trencher, Carry a cup of wine? ten thousand stinks Wait on thy mangy hide, thou lowzy Bear-ward.

_Ger._ 'Tis passing well, I both believe and joy in't, And will be ready: keep you here the mean while, And keep in, I must a while forsake ye, Upon mine anger no man stir, this two hours.

_Hig._ Not to the wedding Sir?

_Ger._ Not any whither.

_Hig._ The wedding must be seen sir; we want meat too. We are horrible out of meat.

_Prig._ Shall it be spoken, Fat Capons shak't their tails at's in defiance? And turkey tombs such honorable monuments, Shall piggs, Sir, that the Parsons self would envy, And dainty Ducks--

_Ger._ Not a word more, obey me. [_Exit_ Ger.

_Hig._ Why then come dolefull death, this is flat tyranny, And by this hand--

_Hub._ What?

_Hig._ I'le goe sleep upon't. [_Exit_ Hig.

_Prig._ Nay, and there be a wedding, and we wanting, Farewel our happy days: we do obey Sir. [_Exeunt._

SCENA V.

_Enter two young_ Merchants.

_1 Mer._ Well met Sir, you are for this lusty wedding.

_2 Mer._ I am so, so are you I take it.

_1 Mer._ Yes, And it much glads me, that to doe him service Who is the honour of our trade, and lustre, We meet thus happily.

_2 Mer._ He's a noble fellow, And well becomes a bride of such a beauty.

_1 Mer._ She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness, All the young Merchants will be here No doubt on't, For he that comes not to attend this wedding, The curse of a most blind one fall upon him, A loud wife, and a lazie: here's _Vanlock_.

_Enter_ Vanlock _and_ Francis.

_Vanl._ Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye.

_1 Mer._ The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris _Francis_, I would this happy night might make you blush too.

_Vanl._ She dreams apace.

_Fran._ That's but a drowsie fortune.

_3 Mer._ Nay take us with ye too; we come to that end, I am sure ye are for the wedding.

_Vanl._ Hand and heart man: And what their feet can doe, I could have tript it Before this whorson gout.

_Enter_ Clause.

_Clau._ Bless ye Masters.

_Vanl._ _Clause_? how now _Clause_? thou art come to see thy Master, (And a good master he is to all poor people) In all his joy, 'tis honestly done of thee.

_Clau._ Long may he live sir, but my business now is If you would please to doe it, and to him too.

_Enter_ Goswin.

_Vanl._ He's here himself.

_Gos._ Stand at the door my friends? I pray walk in: welcom fair Mistris _Francis_, See what the house affords, there's a young Lady Will bid you welcom.

_Vanl._ We joy your happiness. [_Exeunt._

_Gos._ I hope it will be so: _Clause_ nobly welcom, My honest, my best friend, I have been carefull To see thy monys--

_Clau._ Sir, that brought not me, Do you know this Ring again?

_Gos._ Thou hadst it of me.

_Cla._ And do you well remember yet, the boun you gave me Upon the return of this?

_Gos._ Yes, and I grant it, Be it what it will: ask what thou canst, I'le do it; Within my power.

_Cla._ Ye are not married yet?

_Gos._ No.

_Cla._ Faith I shall ask you that that will disturb ye, But I must put ye to your promise.

_Gos._ Do, And if I faint and flinch in't--

_Cla._ Well said Master, And yet it grieves me too: and yet it must be.

_Gos._ Prethee distrust me not.

_Cla._ You must not marry, That's part of the power you gave me: which to make up, You must presently depart, and follow me.

_Gos._ Not marry, _Clause_?

_Cla._ Not if you keep your promise, And give me power to ask.

_Gos._ Pre'thee think better, I will obey, by Heaven.

_Cla._ I have thought the best, Sir

_Gos._ Give me thy reason, do'st thou fear her honesty?

_Cla._ Chaste as the ice, for any thing I know, Sir.

_Gos._ Why should'st thou light on that then? to what purpose?

_Cla._ I must not now discover.

_Gos._ Must not marry? Shall I break now when my poor heart is pawn'd? When all the preparation?

_Cla._ Now or never.

_Gos._ Come, 'tis not that thou would'st: thou do'st but fright me.

_Cla._ Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye.

_Gos._ _Clause_, can'st thou be so cruel?

_Cla._ You may break, Sir, But never more in my thoughts appear honest.

_Gos._ Did'st ever see her?

_Cla._ No.

_Gos._ She is such a thing, O _Clause_, she is such a wonder, such a mirror, For beauty, and fair vertue, _Europe_ has not: Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me? But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not, I'le quit her presently: who waits there?

_Ser._ [_within_] Sir.

_Gos._ Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company. Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart And look upon her truly: take a friends heart And feel what misery must follow this.

_Cla._ Take you a noble heart and keep your promise; I forsook all I had, to make you happy.

_Enter_ Gertrude, Vandunk, _and the rest_ Merchants.

Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness?

_Gos._ Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now, Did'st ever see a fairer?

_Cla._ She is most goodly.

_Gos._ Pray ye stand still.

_Ger._ What ails my love?

_Gos._ Didst thou ever, By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter? O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him, Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.

_1 Mer._ Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so.

_2 Mer._ This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.

_Gos._ View all her body,

_Cla._ 'Tis exact and excellent.

_Gos._ Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly? Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler, And but to hear her speak, a Paradise, And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love, A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love: 'tis now too I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, _Clause_, To say the holy words shall make us happy, This is a cruelty beyond mans study, All these are ready, all our joyes are ready, And all the expectation of our friends, 'Twill be her death to do it.

_Cla._ Let her dye then.

_Gos._ Thou canst not: 'tis impossible.

_Cla._ It must be.

_Gos._ 'Twill kill me too, 'twill murder me: by heaven _Clause_ I'le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me.

_Cla._ Then you must go with me: I can stay no longer, If ye be true, and noble.

_Gos._ Hard heart, I'le follow: Pray ye all go in again, and pray be merry, I have a weighty business, (give my Cloak there,)

_Enter_ Servant (_with a Cloak._)

Concerns my life, and state, (make no enquiry,) This present hour befaln me: with the soonest I shall be here again: nay pray go in, Sir, And take them with you, 'tis but a night lost, Gentlemen.

_Van._ Come, come in, we will not lose our meat yet, Nor our good mirth, he cannot stay long from her, I am sure of that.

_Gos._ I will not stay; believe, Sir. [_Exit._

_Gertrude_, a word with you.

_Ger._ Why is this stop, Sir?

_Gos._ I have no more time left me, but to kiss thee, And tell thee this, I am ever thine: farewel wench. [_Exit._

_Ger._ And is that all your Ceremony? Is this a wedding? Are all my hopes and prayers turn'd to nothing? Well, I will say no more, nor sigh, nor sorrow; Till to thy face I prove thee false. Ah me! [_Exit._

_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._

_Enter_ Gertrude, _and a_ Boor.

_Ger._ Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way.

_Bo._ Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward.

_Ger._ Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the time That most should tye him? 'tis some other Love That hath a more command on his affections, And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent, Not what he personated; for his fashion Was more familiar with him, and more powerful Than one that ask'd an alms: I must find out One, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd, And cover loves too curious search in me, For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee.

_Bo._ Mistris, it grows somewhat pretty and dark.

_Ger._ What then?

_Bo._ Nay, nothing; do not think I am afraid, Although perhaps you are.

_Ger._ I am not, forward.

_Bo._ Sure but you are? give me your hand, fear nothing. There's one leg in the wood, do not pull me backward: What a sweat one on's are in, you or I? Pray God it do not prove the plague; yet sure It has infected me; for I sweat too, It runs out at my knees, feel, feel, I pray you.

_Ger._ What ails the fellow?

_Bo._ Hark, hark I beseech you, Do you hear nothing?

_Ger._ No.

_Bo._ List: a wild Hog, He grunts: now 'tis a Bear: this wood is full of 'em, And now, a Wolf, Mistress, a Wolf, a Wolf, It is the howling of a Wolf.

_Ger._ The braying of an Ass, is it not?

_Bo._ Oh, now one has me; Oh my left haunch, farewel.

_Ger._ Look to your Shanks, Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake.

_Bo._ But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it; It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire; Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers: It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt; I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me.

_Ger._ Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?

_Bo._ It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill Grow to a Fire-drake presently.

_Ger._ Come thou from it: I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous, That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.

_Bo._ It thunders, you hear that now?

_Ger._ I hear one hollow.

_Bo._ 'Tis thunder, thunder: See, a Flash of Lightning: Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off, It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven, 'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.

_Ger._ What strange Wonders Fear fancies in a Coward!

_Bo._ Now the Earth opens.

_Ger._ Prithee hold thy peace.

_Bo._ Will you on then?

_Ger._ Both love and jealousie have made me bold, Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [_Exit._

_Bo._ God be with you then.

_Enter_ Woolfort, Hemskirk, _and_ Attendants.

_Hem._ It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me, The Hunts-man that did hollow us.

_Woolf._ Best make a stand, And listen to his next: Ha!

_Hem._ Who goes there?

_Bo._ Mistress, I am taken.

_Hem._ Mistress? Look forth Souldiers.

_Woolf._ What are you Sirrah?

_Bo._ Truly all is left Of a poor Boor, by day-light, by night no body, You might have spar'd your Drum, and Guns, and Pikes too For I am none that will stand out Sir, I. You may take me in with a walking Stick, Even when you please, and hold me with a packthred.

_Hem._ What woman was't you call'd to?

_Bo._ Woman! none Sir.

_Woolf._ None! did you not name Mistress?

_Bo._ Yes, but she's No woman yet: she should have been this night, But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom, Whom we were going to make hue and cry after; I tell you true Sir, she should ha' been married to day; And was the Bride and all; but in came _Clause_, The old lame Beggar, and whips up Mr _Goswin_ Under his arm; away with him as a Kite, Or an old Fox would swoop away a Gosling.

_Hem._ 'Tis she, 'tis she, 'tis she: Niece?

_Ger._ Ha!

_Hem._ She Sir, This was a noble entrance to your fortune, That being on the point thus to be married, Upon her venture here, you should surprise her.

_Woolf._ I begin, _Hemskirk,_ to believe my fate, Works to my ends.

_Hem._ Yes Sir, and this adds trust Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me _Florez_ Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as _Gerrard_ did I' the old Beggars, and that he would use Him for the train, to call the other forth; All which we find is done--That's he again-- [_Holla again._

_Woolf._ Good, we sent out to meet him.

_Hem._ Here's the Oak.

_Ger._ I am miserably lost, thus faln Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not think away my self and dye?

_Enter_ Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks _like_ Boors.

_Hub._ I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.

_Hig._ But what's the action we are for now? Ha! Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.

_Prig._ Or taking A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?

_Hig._ Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?

_Fer._ Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!

_Prig._ Or cackling Cheats?

_Hig._ Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, And Tibs o'th' Buttery?

_Prig._ O I could drive a Regiment Of Geese afore me, such a night as this, Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.

_Hig._ Tell us, If it be milling of a lag of duds, The fetching of a back of cloaths or so; We are horribly out of linnen.

_Hub._ No such matter.

_Hig._ Let me alone with the Farmers dog, If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.

_Hub._ Would it would please you to be silent.

_Hig._ Mum.

_Woolf._ Who's there?

_Hub._ A friend, the Hunts-man.

_Hem._ O 'tis he.

_Hub._ I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now?

_Hem._ This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service.

_Hub._ If't be worth His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man, I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game: And I have don't, both _Florez_ and his Father Old _Gerrard_, with Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthuisen_, _Cozen_, and _Jaculin_, young _Florez_'s Sister: I have 'em all.

_Woolf._ Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it.

_Hub._ I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.

_Woolf._ We will double What ever _Hemskirk_ then hath promis'd thee.

_Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?

_Woolf._ A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em.

_Hem._ Yes.

_Hub._ Divide then Your force into five Squadrons; for there are So many out-lets, ways through the wood That issue from the place where they are lodg'd: Five several ways, of all which Passages, We must possess our selves, to round 'em in; For by one starting hole they'll all escape else: I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides, The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: And that they may be more secure, I'll use My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest Careless of any noise, and be a direction To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.

_Woolf._ 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier; Make the division _Hemskirk_; you are my charge, Fair One, I'll look to you.

_Boo._ Shall no body need To look to me? I'll look unto my self.

_Hub._ 'Tis but this, remember.

_Hig._ Say, 'tis done, Boy. [_Exeunt._

SCENA II.

_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Florez.

_Ger._ By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons Why I broke off your marriage, for though I Should as a Subject study you my Prince In things indifferent, it will not therefore Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father, By harkning to my necessary counsels.

_Flo._ Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do, And may impiety, conspiring with My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly When I forget to pay you a Sons duty In my obedience, and that help'd forth With all the cheerfulness.

_Ger._ I pray you rise, And may those powers that see and love this in you, Reward you for it: Taught by your example Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father, I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject: Which as my Prince accept of.

_Flo._ Kneel to me? May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys, And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer An act in nature so preposterous; I must o'ercome in this, in all things else The victory be yours: could you here read me, You should perceive how all my faculties Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours; I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder To be so, to the Father, to such goodness (Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you) Than I shall ever of those specious titles That plead for my succession in the Earldom (Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.

_Ger._ I do believe it: but--

_Flo._ O my lov'd Father, Before I knew you were so, by instinct, Nature had taught me, to look on your wants, Not as a stranger's: and I know not how, What you call'd charity, I thought the payment Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for; And last of all, when your magnificent bounty In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid, I soon found out, it was no common pity That led you to it.

_Ger._ Think of this hereafter When we with joy may call it to remembrance, There will be a time, more opportune, than now To end our story, with all circumstances, I add this only: when we fled from _Wolfort_ I sent you into _England_, and there placed you With a brave _Flanders_ Merchant, call'd rich _Goswin_, A man supplyed by me unto that purpose, As bound by oath never to discover you, Who dying, left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so; But now, as _Florez_, and a Prince, remember The countreys, and the subjects general good Must challenge the first part in your affection: The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife, Being so far beneath you, that your love Must grant she's not your equal.

_Flo._ In descent Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors, But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues Ever remembred in the best of women, A Monarch might receive from her, not give, Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only Be an indulgent Father: in all else, Use your authority.

_Enter_ Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha, _and_ Souldiers.

_Hub._ Sir, here be two of 'em, The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them.

_Ger._ Who's this? _Wolfort_?

_Wol._ I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you, Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you, It's now no halting: I must here find _Gerrard_, And in this Merchants habit, one call'd _Florez_ Who would be an Earl.

_Ger._ And is, wert thou a subject.

_Flo._ Is this that Traitor _Wolfort_?

_Wol._ Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd: _Hemskirk_.

_Ber._ My _Goswin_ Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.

_Florez._ _Gertrude_?

_Wol._ Stay Sir, you were to day too near her, You must no more aim at those easie accesses, Less you can do't in air, without a head, Which shall be suddenly tri'd.

_Ber._ O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.

_Wol._ You know not your own value, that entreat.

_Ger._ So proud a fiend as _Wolfort_.

_Wol._ For so lost A thing as _Florez_.

_Flo._ And that would be so Rather than she should stoop again to thee; There is no death, but's sweeter than all life, When _Wolfort_ is to give it: O my _Gertrude_, It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from, It is from thee, that loss includeth all.

_Wol._ I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so, Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him This is no _Gertrude_, nor no _Hemskirks_ Niece, Nor _Vandunks_ Daughter: this is _Bertha_, _Bertha_, The heir of _Brabant_, she that caus'd the war, Whom I did steal, during my treaty there, In your minority, to raise my self; I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel, That, a necessity of my employment, The same employment, make me master of strength, That strength, the Lord of _Flanders_, so of _Brabant_, By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir, She come of years, but that the expectation First of her Fathers death, retarded it, And since the standing out of _Bruges_, where _Hemskirk_ had hid her, till she was near lost: But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship May break, for this was one of your best bottoms I think.

_Ger._ Insolent Devil!

_Enter_ Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, _and_ Costin.

_Wol._ Who are these, _Hemskirk_?

_Hem._ More, more, Sir.

_Flo._ How they triumph in their treachery!

_Hem._ Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthusin_, this Lord _Costin_, This _Jaqueline_ the sister unto _Florez_.

_Wol._ All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall, And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em. Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me _Florez_ fall, Next _Gerrards_, then his Daughter _Jaquelins_, Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights: Hang 'em _Hemskirk_ on these trees; I'le take The assay of these my self.

_Hub._ Not here my Lord, Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, 'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.

_Ger._ Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too?

_Ginks._ False _Hubert_, this is monstrous.

_Wol._ _Hubert_?

_Hem._ Who, this?

_Ger._ Yes this is _Hubert_, _Wolfort_, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.

_Wol._ The first, The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, I let you goe before, but for a train; Is't you have done this service?

_Hub._ As your Hunts-man, But now as _Hubert_; save your selves, I will, The _Wolf's_ afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.

_Enter with a drum_ Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.

_Wol._ Betray'd?

_Hub._ No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.

_Van-d._ How do you _Wolfort_? Rascal, good knave _Wolfort_, I speak it now without the Rose, and _Hemskirk_, Rogue _Hemskirk_, you that have no niece, this Lady Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now Resign'd by me, to the right owner here: Take her my Prince.

_Flo._ Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.

_Van-d._ I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank Lord _Hubert_, that came to me in _Gerrards_ name, And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march Like _Caesar_, when he bred his Commentaries, So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth _Caesar Van-dunk_, & _veni, vidi, vici_, Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum; You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too, You stole the Lady?

_Hig._ And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces.

_Prig._ Yes, and run their heads Against trees.

_Hig._ 'Tis Captain _Prig_, Sir.

_Prig._ And Coronel _Higgen_.

_Hig._ We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.

_Prig._ The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars,

_Hig._ And your horses, Sir, Are well set up in _Bruges_ all by this time: You look as you were not well Sir, and would be Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?

_Van-d._ A halter.

_Ger._ 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble _Hubert_: Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together, Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation? Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason: And not so see thy self, as to fall down And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt, As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?

_Wol._ No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.

_Flo._ 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done, and live.

_Wol._ Who, I repent? And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language And not for _Wolfort_.

_Van-d._ _Wolfort_, thou art a Devil, And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him.

_Flo._ No let him live, until he can repent, But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.

_Van-d._ Then hang his worthy Captain here, this _Hemskirk_ For profit of th' example.

_Flo._ No let him Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life, To shew how much our innocence contemns All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.

_Van-d._ A noble Prince.

_Ger._ Sir, you must help to join A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, And to their loves with joy.

_Flo._ As to mine own, My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.

_Van._ I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made, My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack, With a peck of little fishes, to drink down In healths to this day.

_Hig._ 'Slight, here be changes, The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, _Prig_.

_Prig._ Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, What think you _Ferret_?

_Fer._ Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.

_Hig._ Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.

_Ger._ Sir, you must thank this worthy _Burgomaster_, Here be friends ask to be look'd on too, And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd, Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true Subjects unto me, while I was their King, A place I know not well how to resign, Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat Your grace, command them follow you to _Bruges_; Where I will take the care on me, to find Some manly, and more profitable course To fit them, as a part of the Republique.

_Flo._ Do you hear Sirs? do so.

_Hig._ Thanks to your good grace.

_Prig._ To your good Lordship.

_Fer._ May you both live long.

_Ger._ Attend me at _Van-dunks_, the _Burgomasters_.

[_Ex. all but Beggars._

_Hig._ Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week, Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker: Or learn to go along with him, his course; That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth, _Prig_, What say you to it?

_Prig._ It is the backwardst course, I know i'the world.

_Hig._ Then _Higgen_ will scarce thrive by it, You do conclude?

_Prig._ 'Faith hardly, very hardly.

_Hig._ Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince _Prig_; And therefore farewel _Flanders_, _Higgen_ will seek Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me see _Snap_, _Ferret_, _Prig_, and _Higgen_, all are left O' the true blood: what? shall we into _England_?

_Prig._ Agreed.

_Hig._ Then bear up bravely with your _Brute_ my lads, _Higgen_ hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit of _Bottom_, is grown bottomless.

_Prig._ I'le mand no more, nor cant.

_Hig._ Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.

_Prig._ For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.

_Hig._ 'Tis right, _Higgen_ must practise, so must _Prig_ to eat; And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now No more, as either of these.

_Prig._ But as true Beggars, As e're we were.

_Hig._ We stand here, for an Epilogue; Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow; For womens favours are a leading alms, If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes Out at your masks.

_Prig._ And let your beauties sparkle.

_Hig._ So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.

_Prig._ Nor the men you love, Wealth nor discourse to please you.

_Hig._ May you Gentlemen, Never want good fresh suits nor liberty.

_Prig._ May every Merchant here see safe his ventures.

_Hig._ And every honest Citizen his debts in.

_Prig._ The Lawyers again good Clyents.

_Hig._ And the Clyents good Counsel.

_Prig._ All the Gamesters here good fortune.

_Hig._ The Drunkards too good wine.

_Prig._ The eaters meat Fit for their tastes and palats.

_Hig._ The good wives kind Husbands.

_Prig._ The young maids choyce of Sutors.

_Hig._ The Midwives merry hearts.

_Prig._ And all good cheer.

_Hig._ As you are kind unto us and our Bush, We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen, And have your mony, but the Alms we ask And live by, is your Grace, give that, and then We'l boldly say our word is, _Come again_.

APPENDIX

p. 194, l. 1. A] God e'n then. l. 28. C _misprints_] secrely. l. 30. A and B] tipple in wine.

p. 195, l. 3. A _omits_] ye. l. 11. A _repeats_] Ile swinge you. l. 15. A] utter, will all. l. 35. A and B] any devotions.

p. 196, l. 2. B] with torch. l. 18. A _misprints_] _Short_ for _Wid_.

p. 197, l. 2. A] and a vertuous. l. 3. A] hay him up. l. 13. B] a your.

p. 198, l. 2. A] take. l. 3. A _omits_] a. l. 25. A] No armes, no armes. l. 27. A and B] hang 'tis. l. 33. A _omits_] a.

p. 199, l. 5. B] An here. l. 10. A] his Nleson. l. 37. A _omits_] have.

p. 200, l. 3. A] pound. l. 10. A _omits_] you. l. 20. B] such knell. ll 23 and 24. A] to raise.

p. 201, l. 5. A] regements. l. 30. A and B] yond.

p. 202, l. 2. B] sees yon. l. 3. A and B] thy Torch. l. 13. A] hay, but. l. 26. A and B] shall a Lady.

p. 203, l. 10. A] their recompences. l. 20. A and B _add_] Exeunt.

p. 204, l. 2. B _omits_] us. l. 4. A and B] this 'tis to. l. 12. A _omits_] put. l. 28. A and B] too.

p. 205, l. 10 A] they are. B] they 'are.

p. 207, l. 21. A and B _add_] Finis.

BEGGARS BUSH.

(A) The First Folio, 1647.

(B) The | Beggars | Bush. | Written by | Francis Beaumont, And John Fletcher, Gentlemen. | [wood-cut] London, | Printed for Humphrey Robinson, and Anne Mosely, | at the three Pigeons, and at the Princes Arms | in Saint Pauls Church-yard, 1661.

Another issue of the above, dated 1661, has a fresh title-page and bears the following notice:--'You may speedily expect those other Playes, which | Kirkman, and his Hawkers have deceived the | buyers withall, selling them at treble the value, that | this and the rest will be sold for, which are the | onely Originall and corrected copies, as they | were first purchased by us at no mean | rate, and since printed by us.'

B prints the Prologue and Epilogue to _The Captaine_ as though they belonged to _Beggars Bush_, apparently treating the last page of _The Captain_ in A as though it were the first page of _Beggars Bush_.

(C) The Second Folio.

p. 208. A _omits_], A Comedy ... The Scene Flanders. ll. 2-4. B] Dramatis Personae. _These are as follows_:

Drammatis Personae.

_Goswin_ a young Merchant of _Bruges_, viz. _Florez_ the right Earl of _Flanders_ _Woolfort_, Usurper of the Earldome, _Clause_ King of Beggars, viz. _Gerrard_ Father to _Florez_, _Hubert_ disguised like a Huntsman, A Lord of Flaunders _Hemskirk_, A Favourite of the Usurper. Lord _Arnold_) Lord _Costin_) Two Lords of _Flaunders_ disguis'd like Beggars _Jaqueline_, Daughter to _Gerrard_. _Bertha_, Heir of Brabant. _Van-dunck_ Burgomaster of _Bruges_ Merchants, Saylor, &c. _Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Snap_, and others, Beggars. Boors, Souldiers Young Merchants, and others, Guests at _Goswins_ Wedding. _Margaret_, Wife to _Vandunck_ Attendants, Boy with a Song. The Scene BRUGES. p. 209, ll. 6 and 27. A and B] Countess. l. 34. C _misprints_] houour.

p. 210, l. 9. B _omits_] that. l. 34. A] On mine.

p. 211, l. 37. A and B] loyalty so suspected.

p. 212, l. 15. A and B] answers. l. 22. C _misprints_] their.

p. 214, l. 2. A and B for _Goswin read_] _Florez_ and so throughout the play.

p. 215, l. 30. A _and some copies of_ B] Or the dear.

p. 216, l. 10. A and B] him only. l. 25. A and B] Suck him. l. 35. A and B] near my price.

p. 217, l. 6. C _misprints_] farily.

p. 218, l. 18. A and B] Quitchineel.

p. 219, l. 3. A and B] God a mercy. l. 15. A here and often later prints _Ger._ for _Clau._

p. 221, l. 18. A and B _omit_] I. l. 27. A and B] his call. l. 30. A and B] To whom that. l. 36. B] this man.

p. 222, l. 20. B] Thou that art.

p. 223, l. 12. A and B] all hem'd out. l. 34. A and B] bene whids.

p. 224, l. 3. A and B] their true pass-ports. l. 23. A and B] _Offices_. l. 24. A and B] _penny ceast_. l. 27. B _omits_] _and_. l. 28. A and B _omit_] comes.

p. 225, l. 4. A and B] Ger. l. 25. A and B _omit_] _Exit_. l. 33. A _omits_] is. B] 'Tis.

p. 226, l. 4. A and B] she says. l. 9. A and B] O the. l. 24. A] skuys. B] scuce.

p. 227, ll. 7 and 18. A and B _omit_] Exit. l. 9. B] ruine. l. 26. A and B] against. l. 35. A and B] _Meg._ some wine.

p. 228, l. 15. A and B] _Mage_, fill out. l. 32. A _by error prints this line twice_. l. 35. C _misprints_] with.

p. 229, l. 17. B] to admit.

p. 230, l. 6. A] makes this trade. l. 18. A and B] rate's at more. l. 21. C _misprints_] Hab.

p. 231, l. 10. B] these. l. 13. A and B] your errour. l. 25. B _omits_] doth.

p. 232, l. 3. A and B _omit_] _Strikes him_. ll. 5 and 6. A and B _omit_] _He gets ... the head_. l. 7. A and B here and later often print _Ber._ for _Ger._ l. 39. B _omits_] you.

p. 233, l. 4. A and B _omit_] _and_ Ger.

p. 234, l. 18. A and B] Start beer. l. 33. A] to high, etc.

p. 235, l. 3. B] _any branches_. l. 28. B] _To make up_.

p. 236, A and B _omit the whole of Song_. l. 21. B _omits_] There sweet Sow-Gelder.

p. 238, l. 17. B] Come away fair Maids, put your ware away. l. 18. B _omits the entire line_. l. 24. B _omits the fourth_ fill.

p. 239, l. 9. A and B] o' their Prestoes. l. 35. C] commands.

p. 240, l. 4. B _omits_] a.

p. 241, l. 7. A and B] is toss'd too. l. 18. B] Aa's.

p. 242, l. 12. B] thy honour.

p. 243, l. 7. A and B _omit_] Sir, I must not leave ye. l. 8. A and B] I must not. l. 25. A and B] That's all.

p. 244, l. 1. B] men that have. l. 3. A and B _omit_] on. l. 25. A and B] as they please.

p. 246, l. 32. A and B _omit_] _Beat one another_.

p. 248, l. 23. A] Reimald. ll. 35 and 38. A and B _omit_] aside.

p. 249, l. 1. A and B _omit_] with. l. 15. A] I have. l. 38. A and B, _in 2 lines_] Yes, venson, | Or if I want-- |

p. 250, l. 1. A and B] shall learn. l. 4. A and B] Yes if I. l. 5. A and B arrange the rest of the Scene thus]

_Ger_. Now sweare him.

_Hig_. You are welcom Brother.

_All_. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow?

_Hub_. Thank ye friends, And I beseech ye, if you dare but trust me; For if I have kept wilde doggs and beastes for wonder, And made 'em tame too: give into my custody This roaring rascal I shall hamper him, With all his knacks and knaveryes, and I feare me Discover yet a further villany in him; O he smells ranck 'oth rascall.

_Ger_. Take him to thee, But if he scape--

_Hub_. Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, Roome Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash.

_Hem_. Away Rascall.

_Hub_. Be not so stubborne: I shall swindge ye soundly, And ye play tricks with me.

_Ger_. Now sweare him.

_Hig_. I crowne thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes, To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheates; To mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, Twang dell's, i'the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin: And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.

_Ger_. Now interpret this unto him.

_Hig_. I poure on thy pate a pot of good ale, And by the Rogues oth a Rogue thee install: To beg on the way, to rob all thou meetes; To steale from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang, Let the Constable, Justice, and Divell go hang.

_Ger_. So, now come in, But ever have an eye Sir, to your prisoner.

_Hub_. He must blinde both mine eyes, if he get from me.

_Ger_. Go, get some victualls, and some drink, some good drink For this day weele keep holly to good fortune, Come and be frollick with us.

_Hig_. Ye are a stanger. _Exeunt_.

p. 250, l. 14. C] o' th'.

p. 251, ll. 12 and 37 and often elsewhere. A and B] _Jertred_.

p. 252, l. 16. A and B] what ayle ye. l. 35. A] Despise me.

p. 253, l. 7. A and B] wind or. l. 11. A and B] no lying here.

p. 254, l. 13. A] Porter. l. 34. B] we daily get.

p. 255, l 13. A and B] confess it. A and B _omit stage direction_. l. 18. A and B _omit_] for.

p. 256, l. 28. A and B] Here in bosome, and. C] my bosom.

p. 257, l. 5. A and B] it would.

p. 258, l. 15. A] This ye are I. B] This year I.

p. 260, l. 5. C _misprints_] righty. l. 35. A and B] your letting free.

p. 261, l. 7. C _misprints_] Hem.

p. 262, l. 17. A and B] baldrick, what a. l. 28. C] pertious.

p. 263, l. 16. A and B] stands. l. 27. A and B] that whorson. l. 28. A] baster'd bullions. B] bastar'd bullions. l. 30. A and B] and change a. l. 32. A and B] mangy soul. l. 35. A and B] keep this in.

p. 264, l. 1. A and B] We be monstrous out.

p. 265, l. 26. A _omits_] the.

p. 267, l. 6. C _misprints_] Heaveu. l. 9. B _omits_] design.

p. 268, l. 10. A and B] nor sorrow; Oh me. l. 11. A and B _omit_] Ah me. l. 33. A and B _omit_] me.

p. 269, l. 11. A and B] left ham. l. 19. A and B _omit_] strange.

p. 270, l. 26. B] whipt. l. 29. B _omits one_] 'tis she. l. 39. A and B] Merchants shop.

p. 271, l. 6. A _and some copies of_ B _expand Ger.'s speech as follows_]

_Ber_. O I am miserably lost, thus falne Into my uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye? O I am miserably lost; thus fallen Into my uncles hands, from all my hopes: No matter now, where thou be false or no, _Goswin_, whether thou love an other better; Or me alone; or where thou keep thy vow, And word, or that thou come, or stay: for I To thee from henceforth, must be ever absent, And thou to me: no more shall we come neere, To tell our selves, how bright each other [B others] eyes were, How soft our language, and how sweet our kisses, Whil'st we made one our food, th'other our feast, Not mix our soules by sight, or by a letter Hereafter, but as small relation have, As two new gon to in habiting a grave: Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye?

l. 23. A and B] or a. l. 29. A and B] alone for any Farmers. l. 38. A and B] Will ye.

p. 272, l. 17. A _and_ B _give from_ That's well _to Hub._ (_Char._). l. 27. B] to ye will.

p. 273, l. 32. B] those speciall.

p. 274, l. 12. A and B] your story. l. 33. A and B] Use my.

p. 275, l. 37. A and B] For your.

p. 276, l. 2. B] marrying her Sir. B _omits at end of line_] Sir.

p. 277, l. 19. A and B] to end my. l. 31. B _omits_] have.

p. 279, l. 11. A and B] follow me.

p. 280, l. 26. A and B] gain. l. 40. B _adds_] Finis.

THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT.

(A) The First Folio. (B) The Second Folio. (C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. This MS. is a beatiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound in vellum, with gilt lines and gilt design on the cover. The following particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:--

'K Digby Margrit

This manuscript beloged to the celebrated Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter (one of the daughters & co-heireses of his eldest son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq. of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter & coheiress to Richard Williams Esq. my Great Grandfather. Thro' this connection of my family with that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books & Manuscripts have come into my possession. Wm W. E. Wynne. given by W.W.E Wynne Esq. to me W. Ormsby Gore April 8. 1837.

The title-page is as follows:-- 'Demetrius and Enanthe, a pleasant Comedie Written by John Fletcher gent.'

End of Project Gutenberg's Beggars Bush, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher