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Who'll therefore backward fall, who will launch Lod. Uds so, Pacheco ? we'll have some sport forth
with this warrant; 'tis to apprehend all suspected In seas so foul, for ventures no more worth? persons in the house; besides, there's one Bots Lust's voyage hath, if not this course, this cross, a pander, and one Madam Horseleach a bawd, Buy ne'er so cheap, your ware comes home with that have abused my friend, those two couies will loss.
we ferret into the pursenet. What, shall I sound retreat? the battle's done : Orl. Let me alone for dabbing them o'the neck : Let the world judge which of us two have won. come, come.
Lod. Do ye hear, gallants? meet me anon at Bel. You? nay, then, as cowards do in fight, Matheo's. What by blows cannot, shall be saved by flight. Omnes. Enough.
[Ereunt Lodovico and ORLANDO. Hip. Fly to earth's fixed centre: to the caves Duke. The old fellow sings that note thou didst Of everlasting horror, I'll pursue thee,
before, Though loaden with sins, eveu to hell's brazen doors. Only his tunes are, that she is no whore, Thus wisest meu turn fools, doating on whores. But that she sent his letters and his gifts,
[Erit. Out of a noble triumph o'er bis lust, Enter the Duke, Lodovico, and ORLANDO : after
To shew she trampled his assaults in dust. them INFELICE, CAROLO, ASTOLFO, BERALDO,
Inf. 'Tis a good honest servant, that old pan.
Duke. I doubt no less. FONTINELL.
Inf. And it may be my husband; Orl. I beseech your grace, though your eye be so Because when once this woman was unmaskt, piercing, as under a poor blue coat to cull out an He level'd all her thoughts, and made them fit; honest father from an old serving-man; yet, good Now he'd mar all again, to try his wit. my lord, discover not the plot to any, but only Duke. It may be so too; for to turn a harlot this gentleman that is now to be an actor in our Honest, it must be by strong antidotes ; ensuing comedy,
'Tis rare, as to see pantbers change their spots. Duke. Thou hast thy wish, Orlando, pass un- And when she's once a star fixed, and shines known,
bright, Sfursa shall only go along with thee,
Though 'twere impiety then to dim her light, To see that warrant served upon thy son. Because we see such tapers seldom burn;
Lod. To attach him upon felony, for two ped- Yet 'tis the pride and glory of some men, lars : is't not so ?
To change her to a blazing star again, Orl. Right, my noble knight; those pedlars And it may be Hipolito does no more. were two knaves of mine; he fiecced the men It cannot be, but you're acquainted all before, and now he purposes to fea the master. With that same madness of our son-in-law, He will rob me, his teeth water to be nibbling at That dotes so on a courtezan. my gold, but this shall hang him by the gills, till Omnes. Yes, my lord. I pull him on shore.
Car. All the city thinks he's a whoremonger. Duke. Away; ply you the business.
Ast. Yet I warrant, he'll swear, no man marks Orl. Thanks to your grace; but, my good lord, bim. for my daughter.
Ber. 'Tis like so; for when a man goes a wenchDuke. You know what I have said.
ing, it is as if he had a strong stinking breath, Orl. And remember what I have sworn; she's every one smells him out, yet he feels it not, mure honest, on my soul, than one of the Turk's though it be ranker then the sweat of sixteen wenches, watched by a hundred eunucbs,
bearwarders. Lod. So she had need, for the Turks make Duke. I doubt then you have all those stinkthem whores.
ing breaths, Orl. He's a Tork that makes any woman a You might be all smelt out. whore, he's no true Christian I'm sure. I commit Car. Troth, my lord, I think we are all as you your grace.
have been in your youth when you went a mayo Duke. Infelice.
ing, we all love to hear the cuckoo sing upon Inf. Here, sir.
other men's trees. Lod. Signior Friscobaldo.
Duke. It's well yet you cunfess; but, girl, thy Orl. Frisking again ? Pacheco.
33 Pursenet" A net of wbich the mouth is drawn together by a string."
Shall not be parted with a courtezan—'tis strange, meddle with them for ten such dukedoms; the
Duke. Those only shall be caught that are of Him to abandon her; the harlot does undo him,
note, She has betwitched him, robb'd him of his shape, Harlots in each street flow; Turn'd him into a beast, his reason's lost; The fish being thus i'the net, ourself will sit, You see he looks wild, does he not?
And with eye most severe dispose of it.-Come, Car, I have noted new moons
girl. [Ereunt Duke and INFELICE: In's face, my lord, all full of change.
Car. Arraign the poor whores ! Duke. He's no more like unto Hipolito,
Ast. I'll not miss that sessions. Than dead men are to living-never sleeps,
Font. Nor I. Or if he do, its dreams; and in those dreams Ber. Nor I, His arms work, and then cries-sweet
Though I hold up my hand there myself. What's her name, what's the drab's name?
[Ereunt. Ast. In troth, my lord, I know not; I know no drabs, not I.
Enter MATHEO, ORLANDO, and LODOVICO. Duke. Oh, Bellafront! And catching her fast, cries, my Bellafront.
Math. Let who will come, my noble chevalier, Car. A drench that's able to kill a horse can
I can but play the kind host, and bid 'em wels not kill this disease of smock-smelling, my lord, if it have once eaten deep:
Lod. We'll trouble your house, Matheo, but as
Dutchmen do in taverns, drink, be inerry, and be Duke. I'll try all physic, and this med'cine first; I have directed warrants strong and peremptory,
gone. To purge our city Millan, and to cure the outward
Orl. Indeed, if you be right Dutchmen, if you Parts, the suburbs, for the attaching
fall to drinking, you must be gone. Of all those women, who, like gold, want weight, we'll Aly high, my generous knight, for all that;
Math. The worst is, my wife is not at home; but Cities, like ships, should have no idle freight.
there's no music when a woman is in the concert. Car. No, my lord, and light wenches are no idle freight;
Orl. No, for she's 36 like a pair of virginals, But what's your grace's reach in this?
Always with jacks at her tail. Duke. This, Carolo. If she whom my son Enter Astolfo, Carolo, Beraldo, FONTINELLO Be in that master-book enroll’d, he'll shame
Lod. See, the covey is sprung. Ever t’approach one of such noted name.
Omnes. Save you, gallants. Car. But say she be not?
Math. Happily encountered, sweet bloods. Duke. Yet on harlots' heads
Lod. Gentlemen, you all know Signior CandiNew laws shall fall so heavy, and such blows shall do, the linen-draper, he that's more patient than Give to those that haunt them, that Hipolito, a brown baker, upon the day when he heats his If not for fear of law, for love to her,
oven, and has forty scolds about him. If he love truly, shall her bed forbear.
Omnes. Yes, we know him all, what of him? Car. Attach all the light heels i'the city, and Lod. Would it not be a good fit of mirth, to clap 'em up !-Why, my lord, you dive into a make a piece of English cloth of him, and to well unsearchable, all the whores within the walls, stretch bim on the tenters, 37 till the threads of and without the walls. I would not be he should his own natural humnour crack, by making him
36 Like a pair of virginals,
“Where be these rascals that skip up and down
Like virginal jacks ?” Again, Bacon: “In a virginal, as soon as ever the jack falleth, and toucheth the string, the sound ceaseth.” S.
See note 74 to the First Part of this play, p. 555.
37 Stretch him on the tenters—i. e. the tenter-books, on which cloth after dyeing is hung to dry. The quarto reads tainters. S. VOL. I.
38 drink healths, tobacco, dance, sing bawdy songs, Horse. None came along with me but Bots, if. or to run any bias according as we think good to it like your worship. cast him?
Bots. Who the pox should come along with you Car. 'Twere a morris-dance worth the seeing. but Bots?
Ast. But the old fox is so crafty, we shall hardly hunt him out of his den.
Enter two Vintners, with Wine. Math. To that train I have given fire already; and the hook to draw bim hither, is to see certain Omnes. Oh, brave! march fair. pieces of lawn, which I told him I have to sell, Lod. Are you come? that's well. and indeed have such : Fetch them down), Pa- Math. Here's ordnance able to sack a city. 42 checo.
Lod. Come, repeat, read this inventory. Orl. Yes, sir, I'm your water-spaniel, and will 1 Vint. Imprimis, a potile of Greek wine; a fetch any thing; but I'll fetch one dish of meat pottle of Peter sa meene; a pottle of Charnianon, shall turn your stomach, and that's a con- co; and a pottle of Ziattica. stable.
[Erit. Lod. You're paid? Enter Bots, ushering Mistress HORSELEACH.
2 Vint. Yes, sir.
Math. So shall some of us be anon, I fear, Omnes. How now, horp now?
Bots. Here's a hot day towards: but, zounds! Car. What gally-foist 39 is this?
this is the life out of which a soldier sucks sweetLod, Peace; two disbes of stewed prunes, ness; when this artillery goes off roundly, some bawd and a pander. My worthy Lieutenant Bots: must drop to the ground, cannon, demi-cannon,
of , , come; welcome, Mistress Horseleach. Pray, gen- Lod. Give fire, lieutenant. tlemen, salute this reverend matron.
Bots. Sn, so; must I venture first upon the Horse. Thanks to all your worships.
breach?—To you all, gallants; Bots sets upon Lod. I bade a drawer send in wine too : Did you all. none come along with thee, grannam, but the Omnes. Its hard, Bots, if we pepper not you, lieutenant?
as well as you pepper us.
38 Drink healths, tobacco, &c.—To drink tobacco was a common phrase for smoking it.
The Miseries of enforced Marriage, A. 1.“ I tell thee, Wentloe, thou canst not live on this side of the world, feed well, drink tobacco," &c. Again, A. 3 :
“ Do; and we'll stay here and drink tobacco.” Again, in the Interlude of Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco, contending for Superiority, Tobacco say,
“ What, do ye stand at gaze?
Tobacco. Wine, you, and I, come both out of a pipe." The Country Captaine, by the Duke of Newcastle, 1619, p. 22. : “ I doe not thinke but thou wilt leare thy law, and exercise thy taking in compassing some treatises against longe hayre, and drinkinge that most unchristian weede yclept tobacco.”
39 Gally-foist-See Note 8 to The Parson's Wedding. 40 Stewed prunes See Notes of Mr Steevens and Dr Farmer to the First Part of Henry IV. A. 3. S. 3.
41 Here's ordnance able to sack a city --So Falstaff, on the same occasion, in the First Part of Henry IF. says,
" there's that will sack a city." S. 42' Peter sa meene, Charnico-These wines are mentioned likewise in The Fair Maid of the West, 1615. Aragoosa, or Peter see me, or Charnico. S.
They appear to have been Spanish wines, being enumerated in the following manner in Philocotkonista, 1635, p. 48. : “ From the Spaniard all kinds of Sacks, as Malligo, Charnio, Sberry, Canary, Leatica, 1a. lerno, Frontiniack, Peeter see mee, Vino deriba davia, Vino dita Frontina, Vino blanco, Moscatell perarsivina callis, Callongallo, Parac er,” &c.
The Discovery of a London Monster, called the Black Dog of Newgate, 1612, Sign. A 3:“ I found English, Scottish, Welch, Irish, Dutch, and French, in severall roomes, some drinking the neate wine of Orleance, some the Gascony, some the Burdeaux, there wanted neither Sherry sack, nor Charnoco, Maligo, vor Peter Seemine, Amber coloured Candy, nor liquorish Ipocras, brown Bastard, fat Aligant, nor any quick spirited liquor that might draw their wits into a circle to see the devill by immagination.”
Dr Warburton says, as charneca is, in Spanish, the name of turpentine-tree, he imagines the growth of Charnico was in some district abounding with that tree; or that it had its name from a certain flavour resembling it.
See Notes by Dr Warburton, Mr Hawkins, Mr Steevens, and Dr Percy, on the Second Part of Henry Ir. A. 2. S. 3.
Can. I have reckonings to 'cast up, good master
Bots. Lod. My noble linen-draper! Some wine; vel- Bots. This will make you cast 'em up better, come, old lad!
Lod. Why does your hand shake so? Math. You're welcome, Signior.
Can. The palsy, Signiors, danceth in blood. Can. These lawns, sir?
Bots. Pipe, with a pox, sir, then; or I'll make
Omnes. To whom?
Horse. To me, old boy? this is he that never Lod. Because you're an old lady, I will have drank wine; once again to't. you be acquainted with this grave citizen: Pray Can. With much ado the poison is got down, bestow your lips upon him, and bid him wel. Though I can scarce get up; never before come.
Drank I a whore's health, nor will never more. Horse. Any citizen shall be most welcome to me. I have used to buy ware at your shop.
Enter ORLANDO, with Lawns. Can. It may be so, good madam.
Math. Hast been at gallows ? Horse. Your 'prentices know my dealings well. Orl. Yes, sir, for I make account to suffer toI trust your good wife be in good case; if it day. please you, bear her a token from my lips by word Math. Look, Signior, here's the commodity. of mouth.
Cun. Your price? Can. I pray no more, forsooth; 'tis
Math. Thus. indeed I love no sweetmeats. She's a breath Can. No, too dear; thus. stinks worse than fifty pole-cats !-Sir, a word; Math. No: O fie! you must fly higher: Yet is she a lady?
take them home, trifles shall not make us quarrel ; Lod. A woman of a good house, and an an- we'll agree, you shall have them, and a pennycient; she's a bawd.
worth ; I'll fetch money at your shop. Can. A bawd! Sir, I'll steal hence, and see Can. Be it so, good Signior, send me going. your lawns some other time.
Math. Going? a deep bowl of wine for Signior Math. Steal out of such company? Pacheco, Candido. my man, is but gone for 'em. Lieutenant Bots, Orl. He would be going. drink to this worthy old fellow, and teach him to Can. I'll rather stay, than go so; stop your bowl. fly high. Omnes. Swagger; and make him do't on his
Enter Constable and Billmen. knees.
Lod. How now? Can. How, Bots? now, bless me, what do I Bots. 43 Is't Shrove-Tuesday, that these ghosts with Bots?-No wine, in sooth, no wine, good walk ? master Bots.
Moth. What's your business, sir? Bots. Grey-beard, goat's-pizzle, 'uis a health! Con. From the Duke : You are the man we Have this in your guts, or this; there. I will look for, Signior; I have warrant here from the sing a bawdy song, sir, because your verjuice face Duke to apprehend you upon felony, for robbing is melancholy, to make liquor go down glib: Will two pedlars: I charge you, i’the Duke's name, go you fall on your marrow-bones, and pledge this quickly. health ; 'tis to my mistress, a whore?
Math. Is the wind turned? well; this is that Can. Here's ratsbane upon ratsbane !-Master old wolf, my father-in-law. Seek out your mise Bots, I pray, sir, pardon me; you are a soldier, tress, sirrah. press me not to this service, I am old, and shoot Orl. Yes, sir: as shafts by piecing are made not in such pot-guns.
strong, Bots. Cap, I'll teach you.
So shall thy life be straightened by this wrong. Can. To drink healths, is to drink sickness :
[Erit. Gentlemen, pray rescue me.
Omnes. In troth we are sorry. Bots. Zounds! who dare ?
Math. Brave men must be crost; pish, it's but Omnes. We shall have stabbing, then. fortune's dice roving against me. Come, sir, pray
43 Is't Shrove-Tuesday, that these ghosts walk ?- From this passage, I apprehend, it was formerly a custom for the peace-oficers to make search after women of ill fame on that day, and to confine them during the season of Lent. So Sensuality says, in Microcosmus, A. 5 : “ But now welcome a cart, or a Shrove-Tuesday's tragedy.”
use me like a gentleman, let me not be carried Can. To Bridewell too? through the streets like a pageant.
Con. No remedy. Con. If these gentlemen please, you shall go Can. Yes, patience; being not mad, they had along with them.
me once to Bedlam. Omnes. Be't so; come.
Now I'm drawn to Bridewell, loving no whores: Con. What are you, sir ?
Con. You will buy lawn ?Bots. I, sir? sometimes a figure, sometimes a
[Ereunt. cypher, as the state has occasion to cast up her accounts : I'm a soldier.
Enter at one door HIPOLITO; at another, LoCon. Your name is Bots, is't not?
DOVICO, Astolfo, Carolo, BERALDO, FONTIBots. Bots is my name : Bots is known to this company.
Lod. Yonder's the lord Hipolito, by any means Con. I know you are, sir : what's she? leave him and me together ; now will I turn him Bots. A gentlewoman, my mother.
tu a madman. Con. Take them both along.
Omnes. Save you, my lord. Ereunt, Bots. Me, sir?
Lod. I have strange news to tell
you. Billmen. And, sir.
Hip. What are they? Con. If he swagger, raise the street.
Lod. Your mare's in the pound. Bots. Gentlemen, gentleinen, whither will you
Hip. How's this? drag us?
Lod. Your nightingale is in a lime bush. Lod. To the garden-house. Bots, are we even
Hip. Ha !
Lod. Your puritanical Honest Whore 44 sits in Con. To Bridewell with them.
a blue gown. Bots. You will answer this. (Ereunt. Hip. Blue gown!
Con. Better than a challenge; I have warrant Lod. She'll chalk out your way to her pow: she for my work, sir.
beats chalk. Lod. We'll go before.
[Ereunt. Hip. Where, who dares ? Con. Pray do.
Lod. Do you know the brick house of castiWho, Signior Candido? a citizen of your degree gation, by the river side that runs by Millan; the Consorted thus, and revelling in such a house? school where they
pronounce no letter well Can. Why, sir? what house, I pray?
but O? Con. Lewd, and defamed.
Hip. I know it not. Can. Is't so? thanks, sir; I'm gone.
Lod. Any man that has born office of constaCon. What have you there?
ble, or any woman that has fallen from a horse Can. Lawns which I bought, sir, of the gentle- load to a cart-load, or like an oid ben that has had man that keeps the house.
none but rotten eggs in her nest, can direct you Con. And I have warrant here, to search for to her; there you shall see your punk amongst such stolen ware. These lawns are stolen. her back friends, there you may have her at your Can. Indeed !
will, for there she beats chalk, or grinds in the Con. So he's the thief, you the receiver: I'ın mill, 46 with a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle; sorry for this chance, I must commit you. ah, little monkey. Can. Me, sir, for what?
Hip. What rogue durst serve that warrant, Con. These goods are found upon you, and knowing I loved her? you must answer't.
Lod. Some worshipful rascal, I lay my life. Can. Must I so?
Hip. I'll beat the lodgings down about their Con. Most certain, Can. I'll send for bail.
That are her keepers. Con. I dare not; yet because you are a citizen Lod. So you may bring an old house over her of worth, you shall not be made a pointing stock, head. but without guard pass only with myself.
Hip. I'll to her
14 Sils in a blue gown. It appears from a passage in Promos and Cassandra, that a blue gown was the habit in which a strumpet did pedance. So too, in the Northern Lass, 1633 : “-All the good you intended me was a Jockram coif, a hlue goun, a wheel, &c.” The wheel, as well as the blue gown, are mentioned in subsequent scenes of this coinedy. S.
45 Pronounce no letter well but (?-- See Mr Steevens's Note on Twelfth Night, A. 2. S. 5.
46 Beats chalk, or grinds in the mill.–To beat chalk, grind in mills, raise sand and gravel, and make lime, were among the employments assigned for vagrants who were committed to Bridewell. See Orders appointed to be esecuied in the Cittie of London, for selting rogues and idle persons to worke, and for releefc of the poore. Printed by Hugh Singleton.