LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

Being so few, and well disposd, they show

       Great, and fine art in nature: he’s white hair’d,

       Not wanton white, but such a manly colour

       Next to an aborne; tough, and nimble set,

       Which showes an active soule; his armes are brawny,

       Linde with strong sinewes: To the shoulder peece

       Gently they swell, like women new conceav’d,

       Which speakes him prone to labour, never fainting

       Vnder the waight of Armes; stout harted, still,

       But when he stirs, a Tiger; he’s gray eyd,

       Which yeelds compassion where he conquers: sharpe

       To spy advantages, and where he finds ‘em,

       He’s swift to make ‘em his: He do’s no wrongs,

       Nor takes none; he’s round fac’d, and when he smiles

       He showes a Lover, when he frownes, a Souldier:

       About his head he weares the winners oke,

       And in it stucke the favour of his Lady:

       His age, some six and thirtie. In his hand

       He beares a charging Staffe, embost with silver.

       THESEUS.

       Are they all thus?

       PERITHOUS.

       They are all the sonnes of honour.

       THESEUS.

       Now, as I have a soule, I long to see’em.

       Lady, you shall see men fight now.

       HIPPOLITA.

       I wish it,

       But not the cause, my Lord; They would show

       Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdomes;

       Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous:

       O my soft harted Sister, what thinke you?

       Weepe not, till they weepe blood, Wench; it must be.

       THESEUS.

       You have steel’d ‘em with your Beautie.—Honord Friend,

       To you I give the Feild; pray, order it

       Fitting the persons that must use it.

       PERITHOUS.

       Yes, Sir.

       THESEUS.

       Come, Ile goe visit ‘em: I cannot stay,

       Their fame has fir’d me so; Till they appeare.

       Good Friend, be royall.

       PERITHOUS.

       There shall want no bravery.

       EMILIA.

       Poore wench, goe weepe, for whosoever wins,

       Looses a noble Cosen for thy sins. [Exeunt.]

      Scaena 3. (A room in the prison.)

       [Enter Iailor, Wooer, Doctor.]

       DOCTOR.

       Her distraction is more at some time of the Moone, then at other some, is it not?

       IAILOR.

       She is continually in a harmelesse distemper, sleepes little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, dreaming of another world, and a better; and what broken peece of matter so’ere she’s about, the name Palamon lardes it, that she farces ev’ry busines withall, fyts it to every question.—

       [Enter Daughter.]

       Looke where shee comes, you shall perceive her behaviour.

       DAUGHTER.

       I have forgot it quite; The burden on’t, was DOWNE A, DOWNE A, and pend by no worse man, then Giraldo, Emilias Schoolemaster; he’s as Fantasticall too, as ever he may goe upon’s legs,—for in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and then will she be out of love with Eneas.

       DOCTOR.

       What stuff’s here? pore soule!

       IAILOR.

       Ev’n thus all day long.

       DAUGHTER.

       Now for this Charme, that I told you of: you must bring a peece of silver on the tip of your tongue, or no ferry: then, if it be your chance to come where the blessed spirits, as ther’s a sight now—we maids that have our Lyvers perish’d, crakt to peeces with Love, we shall come there, and doe nothing all day long but picke flowers with Proserpine; then will I make Palamon a Nosegay; then let him marke me,—then—

       DOCTOR.

       How prettily she’s amisse? note her a little further.

       DAUGHTER.

       Faith, ile tell you, sometime we goe to Barly breake, we of the blessed; alas, tis a sore life they have i’th other place, such burning, frying, boyling, hissing, howling, chattring, cursing, oh they have shrowd measure! take heede; if one be mad, or hang or drowne themselves, thither they goe, Iupiter blesse vs, and there shall we be put in a Caldron of lead, and Vsurers grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boyle like a Gamon of Bacon that will never be enough. [Exit.]

       DOCTOR.

       How her braine coynes!

       DAUGHTER.

       Lords and Courtiers, that have got maids with Child, they are in this place: they shall stand in fire up to the Nav’le, and in yce up to’th hart, and there th’offending part burnes, and the deceaving part freezes; in troth, a very greevous punishment, as one would thinke, for such a Trifle; beleve me, one would marry a leaprous witch, to be rid on’t, Ile assure you.

       DOCTOR.

       How she continues this fancie! Tis not an engraffed Madnesse, but a most thicke, and profound mellencholly.

       DAUGHTER.

       To heare there a proud Lady, and a proud Citty wiffe, howle together! I were a beast and il’d call it good sport: one cries, ‘O this smoake!’ another, ‘this fire!’ One cries, ‘O, that ever I did it behind the arras!’ and then howles; th’other curses a suing fellow and her garden house. [Sings] I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c. [Exit Daugh.]

       IAILOR.

       What thinke you of her, Sir?

       DOCTOR.

       I thinke she has a perturbed minde, which I cannot minister to.

       IAILOR.

       Alas, what then?

       DOCTOR.

       Vnderstand you, she ever affected any man, ere she beheld

       Palamon?

       IAILOR.

       I was once, Sir, in great hope she had fixd her liking on this gentleman, my friend.

       WOOER.

       I did thinke so too, and would account I had a great pen-worth on’t, to give halfe my state, that both she and I at this present stood unfainedly on the same tearmes.

       DOCTOR.

       That intemprat surfeit of her eye hath distemperd the other sences: they may returne and settle againe to execute their preordaind faculties, but they are now in a most extravagant vagary. This you must doe: Confine her to a place, where the light may rather seeme to steale in, then be permitted; take vpon you (yong Sir, her friend) the name of Palamon; say you come to eate with her, and to commune of Love; this will catch her attention, for this her minde beates upon; other objects that are inserted tweene her minde and eye become the prankes and friskins of her madnes; Sing to her such greene songs of Love, as she sayes Palamon hath sung in prison; Come to her, stucke in as sweet

Скачать книгу