Part 5

_Cel._ It were much pitty. _Lo._ Trouble not your selfe, I could convince your feares with demonstration That I am man enough, but knew not where Vntill this meeting beauty dwelt; the court You talk'd of must be where the queene of love is, Which moves but with your person, in your eye Her glory shines, and onely at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickning torch.

_Cel._ Nay now you complement, I would it did My Lord for your owne sake. _Lor._ You would be kind, And love me then. _Cel._ My Lord I should be loving Where I found worth to invite it, and should cherish A constant man. _Lor._ Then you should me Madam.

_Cel._ But is the ice about your heart fallen off, Can you returne to doe what love commands? _Cupid_ thou shalt have instand sacrifice, And I dare be the Priest. _Lor._ Your hand, your lip, Now I am proofe gainst all temptation.

_Cel._ Your meaning my good Lord. _Lor._ I that have strength Against thy voyce and beauty, after this May dare the charmes of womankind, thou art _Bella Maria_ unprophaned yet, This Magicke has no power upon my bloud. Farewell Madam, if you durst be the example Of chaste as well as faire, thou wert a brave one.

_Cel._ I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest, Be pleasd to grace a banquet. _Lo._ Pardon Madam. _Will Sentlove_ follow, I must laugh at you.

_Cel._ My Lord I must beseech you stay, for honour For her whose memory you love best. _Lo._ Your pleasure.

_Cel._ And by that vertue you have now profest, I charge you to beleeve me too, I can Now glory, that you have beene worth my triall, Which I beseech you pardon, had not you So valiantly recoverd in this conflict, You had beene my triumph, without hope of more Than my just scorne upon your wanton flame; Nor will I thinke these noble thoughts grew first From melancholy, for some femall losse, As the phantasticke world beleeves, but from Truth, and your love of Innocence, which shine So bright in the two royall luminaries At Court, you cannot lose your way to chastitie, Proceede, and speake of me as honour guides you. _Exit Lord._ I am almost tir'd, come Ladies weele beguile Dull time, and take the aire annother while. _Exeunt._

_The fifth Act._

_Enter Aretina and Servant._

_Are._ But hath Sir _Thomas_ lost five hundred pounds Already? _Ser._ And five hundred more he borrow'd, The Dice are notable devourers Madam, They make no more of peeces, than of pebbles, But thrust their heapes together to engender, Two hundred more the Caster cries this gentleman, I am w'ee. I ha that to nothing sir, the Caster Agen, tis covered, and the table too, With summes that frighed me, here one sneakes out, And with a Martyrs patience, smiles upon His moneyes Executioner, the Dice, Commands a pipe of good Tobacco, and I'th smoke on't vanishes; another makes The bones vault ore his head, sweares that ill throwing Has put his shoulder out of joynt, calls for A bone setter that lookes to'th boxe, to bid His master send him some more hundred pounds, Which lost, he takes tobacco, and is quiet; Here a strong arme throwes in, and in, with which He brusheth all the table, payes the Rookes That went their smelts a peece upon his hand, Yet sweares he has not drawne a stake this seven yeare. But I was bid make haste, my master may Lose this five hundred pounds ere I come thither. _Exit._

_Are._ If we both waste so fast, we shall soone finde Our state is not immortall, some thing in His other wayes appeare not well already. _Enter sir Thomas._

_Bor._ Yee Tortoises, why make you no more haste, Go pay to'th master of the house that money, And tell the noble gamsters, I have another Superfluous thousand pound, at night ile visit em. Dee heare? _Ser._ Yes and please you. _Bor._ Doo't ye drudges, Ta ra ra--_Aretina_. _Ar._ You have a pleasant humor sir.

_Bor._ What should a gentleman be sad? _Ar._ You have lost.

_Bor._ A transitory summe, as good that way As another. _Are._ Doe you not vexe within for't?

_Bor._ I had rather lose a thousand more, than one Sad thought come neere my heart fort, vexe for trash, Although it goe from other men like drops Of their life bloud, we lose with the alacrity, Wee drinke a cup of sacke, or kisse a Mistris, No money is considerable with a gamster, They have soules more spacious than Kings, did two Gamsters divide the Empire of the world Theyd make one throw for't all, and he that lost Be no more melancholy, then to have plai'd for A mornings draught, vexe a rich soule for dirt, The quiet of whose every thought is worth A Province. _Are._ But when Dice have consumd all, Your patience will not pawne for as much more.

_Bor._ Hang pawning, sell outright, and the feares over.

_Are._ Say you so? I'le have another coach to morrow If there be rich above ground. _Bor._ I forgot To bid the fellow aske my Jeweller, Whether the chaine of Diamonds be made up, I will present it to my Lady _Bellamour_, Faire _Celestina_. _Are._ This gowne J have worne Sixe dayes already, it lookes dull, ile give it My waiting woman, and have one of cloth of gold enbrodered, shooes and pantables Will show well of the same. _Bor._ I have invited A covey of Ladies, and as many gentlemen To morrow to the _Italian_ Ordinary, I shall have rarities, and regalli as To pay for Madam, musicke, wanton songs, And tunes of silken petticotes to dance to.

_Are._ And to morrow have I invited halfe the Court To dine here, what misfortune tis your company And ours should be devided? after dinner J entertaine e'm with a play. _Bor._ By that time Your play inclines to the Epilogue, shall we quit our _Italian_ host, and whirle in coaches, To the Douch Magazine of sawce, the Stillyard, Where deale, and backragge, and what strange wine else, They dare but give a name too in the reckoning Shall flow into our roome, and drowne Westphalias, Tongues, and Anchoavis, like some little towne Endangered by a sluce, through whole fierce ebbe We wade and wash our selves into a boate, And bid our Coachmen drive their leather tenements By land, while we saile home with a fresh tide To some new randevous. _Are._ If you have not Pointed the place, pray bring your Ladies hither, J meane to have a Ball to morrow night, And a rich banquet for e'm, where we'le dance Till morning rise, and blush to interrupt us.

_Bor._ Have you no Ladies i'th next roome, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you governe? Farewell, a wife's no company--_Aretina_, J've summ'd up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet. _Are._ What meane you? _Bo._ And Jde rather Be Lord one moneth of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be yeares, Consuming what we have in foolish temperance, Live in the darke, and no fame waite upon us, I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. _Are._ A mon'th good, And what shall be done then. _Bor._ Ile over Sea, And traile a pike, with watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger, And taking here and there a musketshot, I can earne every weeke foure shillings Madam, And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limbe, when I returne With good friends, I despaire not to be enrold Poore Knight of Windsore; for your course Madam, No doubt you may doe well, your friends are great, Or if your poverty, and their pride cannot Agree, you neede not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by, there are customers, Farewell, be frolicke Madam, if I live I will feast all my senses, and not fall Lesse than a _Phaeton_ from my throne of Pleasure, Though my estate flame like the world about me.

_Are._ Tis very pretty. _Enter Decoy._ Madam _Decoy_. _De._ What melancholy _Exit._ After so sweet a nights worke? Have not I Shew'd my selfe Mistris of my art. _Are._ A Lady.

_De._ That title makes the credit of the act A story higher, y'ave not seene him yet, I wonder what hee'le say. _Are._ He's here.

_Ale._ Beare up _Enter Alexander and Fredericke._ My little _Mirmidan_, does not _Jacke Littleworth_ Follow? _Fre._ Follow? He fell into the Thames At landing. _Alex._ The devill shall dive for him Ere I endanger my silke stockings for him, Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engins, When he has drunke his Julip, I shall laugh To see him come in pickeld the next tide.

_Fre._ Hee'le never sinke, he has such a corke braine.

_Ale._ Let him be hang'd or drown'd alls one to me, Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Beare his wine credibly. _Fre._ Is not this my Aunt?

_Ale._ And another hansome Lady, I must know her.

_Fre._ My bloud is rampant too, I must court some body, As good my Aunt, as any other body.

_Are._ Where have you beene cozen? _Fre._ At the bridge, At the Beares foote, where our first health began To the faire _Aretina_, whose sweet company Was wished by all, we could not get a lay, a Tumbler, a Device, a _bona roba_ For any money, drawers were growne dull; We wanted our true firkes and our vagaries; When were you in drinke Aunt? _Are._ How? _Fr._ Do not Ladies Play the good fellowes too? there's no true mirth Without e'm, I have now such tickling fancies, That Doctour of the chaire of wit, has read A precious lecture, how I should behave My selfe to Ladies, as now for example.

_Are._ Would you practise upon me? _Fre._ I first salute you, You have a soft hand Madam, are you so All over? _Are._ Nephew. _Fre._ Nay you should but smile, And then agen I kisse you; and thus draw Off your white glove, and start to see your hand More excellently white, I grace my owne Lip with this touch, and turning gently thus, Prepare you for my skill in Palmistry, Which out of curiosity no Lady But easily applies too, the first line I tooke with most ambition to find out, Is _Venus_ girdle, a faire semicircle Enclosing both the mount of _Sol_ and _Saturne_, If that appeare, she's for my turne, a Lady Whom nature has prepar'd for the careere, And _Cupid_ at my elbow, I put forward, You have this very line, Aunt.

_Are._ The boy's franticke.

_Fre._ You have a Couch or Palate, I can shut The Chamber doore, enrich a stranger when Your Nephew's comming into play. _Are._ No more.

_Fre._ Are you so coy to your owne flesh and bloud?

_Al._ Here take your playfellow, I talke of sport, And she would have me marry her.

_Fre._ Heres _Littleworth_. _Enter Littleworth wet._ Why how now Tutour? _Lit._ I ha beene fishing.

_Fr._ And what ha you caught? _Lit._ My belly full of water.

_Al._ Ha ha, wheres thy rapier? _Lit._ My rapier's is drown'd, And I am little better, I was up bi'th heeles, And out came a tun of water beside wine.

_Al._ 'T has made thee sober. _Lit._ Would you have me drunk With Water? _Are._ I hope your fire is quenched by this time.

_Fre._ It is not now, as when your worship walkd By all the tavernes _Jacke_, drie as a bone.

_Al._ You had store of fish under water _Jacke_.

_Lit._ It has made a poore _John_ of me.

_Fre._ J doe not thinke but if we cast an angle Jnto his belly, we might find some Pilchards.

_Lit._ And boild by this time, deere Madam a bed.

_Al._ Carry but the water Spaniel to a grasseplot Where he may roule himselfe, let him but shake His eares twice in the Sunne, and you may grind him Into a posset. _Fre._ Come thou shalt to my bed Poore pickerell. _De._ Alas sweete gentleman.

_Lit._ I have ill lucke, and I should smell by this time, I am but new tane I am sure, sweet gentlewoman.

_De._ Your servant. _Lit._ Pray doe not plucke off my skin, It is so wet, unlesse you have good eyes You'le hardly know it from a shirt. _De._ Feare nothing.

_Are._ He has sacke enough, and I may find his humor. _Exeunt._

_Al._ And how ist with your Ladiship? you looke Without a sunshine in your face. _Are._ You are glorious In mind and habit. _Al._ Ends of gold and silver.

_Are._ Your other clothes were not so rich, who was Your tailor sir? _Al._ They were made for me long since, They have knowne but two bright dayes upon my backe, I had a humor Madam to lay things by, They will serve two dayes more, I thinke I ha gold enough To goe to'th Mercer, Ile now allow my selfe A suite a weeke as this, with necessary Dependances, Beaver, silke stockings, garters, And roses in their due conformitie, Bootes are forbid a cleane legge, but to ride in, My linnen every morning comes in new, The old goes too great bellies. _Ar._ You are charitable.

_Al._ I may dine w'ee sometime, or at the Court To meete good company, not for the table, My Clarke o'th Kitchins here, a witty Epicure, A spirit that to please me with whats rare Can flie a hundred mile a day to market, And make me Lord of Fish and Foule, I shall Forget there is a butcher, and to make My footmen nimble, he shall feede on nothing But wings of wildfoule. _Are._ These wayes are costly.

_Al._ Therefore Ile have it so, I ha sprung a mine.

_Are._ You make me wonder sir, to see this change Of fortune, your revenew was not late So plentifull. _Al._ Hang durty land and Lordships, I wonot change one lodging I ha got For the Chamber of London. _Are._ Strange of such a sudden, To rise to this estate, no fortunate hand At dice could lift you up so, for tis since Last night, yesterday, you were no such Monarke.

_Al._ There be more games then dice. _Are._ It cannot be A Mistris, though your person is worth love, None possibly are rich enough to feed As you have cast the method of your riots, A Princesse, after all her Jewels must Be forc'd to sell her provinces. _Al._ Now you talke Of Jewels? What doe you thinke of this? _Are._ A rich one.

_Al._ You'le honour me to wear't, this other toy I had from you, this chaine I borrowed of you, A friend had it in keeping, if your Ladiship Want any summe, you know your friend and _Alexander_.

_Are._ Dare you trust my security. _Al._ There's gold, I shall have more to morrow.

_Are._ You astonish me, who can supply these?

_Al._ A deare friend I have, She promisd we should meete agen i'th morning.

_Are._ Not that I wish to know More of your happinesse, then I have aready Heart to congratulate, be pleasd to lay My wonder. _Al._ Tis a secret. _Are._ Which ile die Ere Ile betray. _Al._ You have alwayes wish'd me well, But you shall sweare not to reveale the partie.

_Are._ Ile lose the benefit of my tongue. _Alex._ Nor be Afraid at what I say, what thinke you first Of an old Witch, a strange ill favor'd hag That for my company last night, has wrought This cure upon my fortune? I doe sweat To thinke upon her name. _Are._ How sir a Witch?

_Ale._ I would not fright your Ladiship too much At first, but Witches are a kin to Spirits, The truth is--nay if you looke pale already, I ha done. _Are._ Sir I beseech you. _Ale._ If you have But courage then to know the truth, ile tell you In one word, my chiefe friend is the devill.

_Are._ What devill? How I tremble. _Ale._ Have a heart, Twas a shee devill too, a most insatiate Abominable devill with a taile Thus long. _Are._ Goodnesse defend me, did you see her?

_Al._ No twas i'th darke, but she appeard first to me I'th likenesse of a Bedlam, and was brought I know not how, nor whither, by two Goblins, More hooded than a Hawke. _Are._ But would you venter Vpon a devill? _Al._ I for meanes. _Are._ How blacke An impudence is this? But are you sure It was the devill you enjoy'd. _Al._ Say nothing, I did the best to please her, but as sure As you live, twas a Helcat. _Are._ Dee not quake?

_Al._ I found my selfe the very same i'th morning, Where two of her familiars had left me. _Enter Servant._

_Ser._ My Lord is come to visite you. _Al._ No words, As you respect my safety, I ha told tales Out of the devills schoole, if it be knowne I lose a friend, tis now about the time I promis'd her to meete agen, at my Returne Ile tell you wonders, not a word. _Exit._

_Are._ Tis a false glasse, sure I am more deform'd, What have I done, my soule is miserable. _Enter Lord._

_Lor._ I sent you a letter Madam. _Are._ You exprest Your noble care of me my Lord. _Enter Bornwell, Celestina._

_Bor._ Your Lordship Does me an honour. _Lor._ Madam I am glad To see you here, I meant to have kist your hand Ere my returne to Court. _Cel._ Sir _Thomas_ has Prevaild to bring me to his trouble hither.

_Lor._ You doe him grace. _Bor._ Why whats the matter Madam? Your eyes are tuning _Lachrimæ_. _Are._ As you Doe hope for heaven withdraw, and give me but The patience of ten minutes. _Born._ Wonderfull! I wonot heare you above that proportion, Shee talkes of heaven, come, where must we to counsell?

_Ar._ You shall conclude me when you please. _Bo._ I follow.

_Lor._ What alteration is this? I that so late Stood the temptation of her eye, and voyce, Boasted a heart, 'bove all licentious flame, At second veiw turne renegade, and thinke I was too superstitious, and full Of phlegme not to reward her amorous Courtship With manly freedome. _Cel._ I obey you sir.

_Bor._ Ile waite upon your Lordship presently.

_Lor._ She could not want a cunning to seeme honest When I neglected her, I am resolv'd, You still looke pleasant Madam. _Cel._ I have cause My Lord, the rather for your presence, which Hath power to charme all trouble in my thoughts.

_Lor._ I must translate that complement and owe All that is cheerefull in my selfe to these All quickning smiles, and rather than such bright Eyes should repent their influence upon me, I would release the aspects, and quit the bountie Of all the other starres; Did you not thinke me A strange and melancholy gentleman To use you so unkindly. _Cel._ Me my Lord?

_Lor._ I hope you made no loude complaint, I wod not Be tride by a Jury of Ladies. _Cel._ For what my Lord?

_Lor._ I did not meete that noble entertainment, You were late pleasd to shew me. _Cel._ I observd No such defect in your Lorship, but a brave And noble fortitude. _Lor._ A noble folly I bring repentance fort, I know you have Madam a gentle faith, and wonot ruine What you have built to honour you. _Cel._ Whats that?

_Lor._ If you can love, ile tell your Ladiship.

_Cel._ I have a stubborne soule else. _Lor._ You are all Composd of harmony. _Cel._ What love de'e meane?

_Lor._ That which doth perfect both, Madam you have heard I can be constant, and if you consent To grace it so, there is a spacious dwelling Prepar'd within my heart for such a Mistrisse.

_Cel._ Your Mistris, my good Lord? _Lor._ Why my good Lady? Your sexe doth hold it no dishonour To become Mistris to a noble servant In the now court, Platonicke way, consider Who tis that pleades to you, my birth, and present Value can be no staine to your embrace, But these are shadowes when my love appeares, Which shall in his first miracle returne Me in my bloome of youth, and thee a Virgin, When I within some new _Elisium_ Of purpose made and meant for us, shall be In every thing _Adonis_, but in his Contempt of love, and court thee from a _Daphne_ Hid in the cold rinde of a bashfull tree, With such warme language, and delight, till thou Leape from that bayes into the queene of love, And pay my conquest with composing garlands Of thy owne mirtle for me. _Cel._ Whats all this?

_Lor._ Consent to be my Mistris _Celestina_, And we will have it Spring-time all the yeare, Vpon whose invitations when we walke, The windes shall play soft descant to our feete, And breathe rich odors to repure the aire, Greene bowers on every side shall tempt our stay, And Violets stoope to have us treade upon em. The red rose shall grow pale, being neere thy cheeke, And the white blush orecome with such a forehead, Here laid, and measuring with our selves some banke, A thousand birds shall from the woods repaire, And place themselves so cunningly, behinde The leaves of every tree, that while they pay As tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagine The very trees beare musicke, and sweet voyces Doe grow in every arbour, here can we Embrace and kisse, tell tales, and kisse agen, And none but heaven our rivall. _Cel._ When we are Weary of these, what if we shift our Paradise? And through a grove of tall and even pine, Descend into a Vally, that shall shame All the delights of _Tempe_, upon whose Greene plush the graces shall be cald to dance To please us, and maintaine their Fairy revells, To the harmonious murmurs of a streame That gently falls upon a rocke of pearle, Here doth the Nimph forsaken Eccho dwell, To whom we'le tell the story of our love, Till at our surfet and her want of joy, We breake her heart with envy, not farre off A grove shall call us to a wanton river, To see a dying Swan give up the ghost, The fishes shooting up their teares in bubbles That they must lose the Genius of their waves, And such love linsey woolsey, to no purpose.

_Lor._ You chide me hansomely, pray tell me how You like this language. _Cel._ Good my Lord forbeare.

_Lor._ You neede not flie out of this circle Madam, These widowes so are full of circumstance, Ile undertake in this time I ha courted Your Ladiship for the toy, to ha broken ten, Nay twenty colts, Virgins I meane, and taught em The amble, or what pace I most affected.

_Cel._ Y'are not my Lord agen, the Lord I thought you, And I must tell you now, you doe forget Your selfe and me. _Lor._ You'le not be angry Madam.

_Cel._ Nor rude, though gay men have a priviledge, It shall appeare, there is a man my Lord Within my acquaintance, rich in worldly fortunes, But cannot boast any descent of bloud, Would buy a coate of armes. _Lor._ He may, and legges booted and spurr'd to ride into the countrey.

_Cel._ But these will want antiquitie: my Lord The seale of honour, whats a coate cut out But yesterday to make a man a gentleman? Your family as old, as the first vertue That merited an Escucheon, doth owe A glorious coat of armes, if you will sell now All that your name doth challenge in that ensigne, Ile helpe you to a chapman, that shall pay And powre downe wealth enough fort. _Lor._ Sell my armes? I cannot Madam. _Cel._ Give but your consent, You know not how the state may be enclind To dispensation, we may prevaile Vpon the Heralds office afterward.

_Lor._ Ile sooner give these armess to'th hangmans axe, My head, my heart, to twenty executions Than sell one atome from my name. _Cel._ Change that, And answer him would buy my honour from me. Honour that is not worne upon a flagge Or pennon, that without the owners dangers, An enemy may ravish, and beare from me, But that which growes and withers with my soule, Beside the bodies staine, think, thinke my Lord To what you would unworthily betray me, If you would not for price of gold, or pleasure, (If that be more your idoll) lose the glory And painted honour of your house----I ha done.

_Lor._ Enough to rectifie a Satires bloud, Obscure my blushes here. _Enter Sentlove and Hairecut._

_Ha._ Or this or fight with me, It shall be no exception that I waite Vpon my Lord, I am a gentleman, You may be lesse and be a Knight, the office, I doe my Lord is honest sir, how many Such you have beene guilty of, heaven knowes.

_Sent._ Tis no feare of your sword, but that I wod not Breake the good lawes established against duells.

_Ha._ Off with your periwig, and stand bare. _Lor._ From this Minute ile be a servant to thy goodnesse, A Mistris in the wanton sence is common, Ile honor you with chaste thoughts, and call you so.

_Cel._ Ile study to be worth your faire opinion.

_Lor._ _Sentlove_, your head was usd to a covering, Beside a hat, when went the haire away.

_Sent._ I laid a wager my Lord with _Hairecut_, Who thinkes I shall catch cold, that ile stand bare This halfe houre. _Ha._ Pardon my ambition Madam, I told you truth, I am a gentleman, And cannot feare that name is drown'd in my Relation to my Lord. _Cel._ I dare not thinke so.

_Ha._ From henceforth call my service duty Madam, That Pigges head that betraid me to your mirth, Is doing penance for't. _Sent._ Why may not I My Lord begin a fashion of no haire.

_Cel._ Doe you sweat sir William. _Sent._ Not with store of nightcaps.

_Enter Aretina, Bornwell._