Mich. This man you put into a free possession Of what his wants could ask, or yourself render? Val. And shall do still. Mich. Nothing was barr'd his liberty But this fair maid: that friendship first was broken, Of laying felony to his charge, to fright the sailors) Cel. Oh, where have I bestow'd my faith? in neither Let's in for ever now-there is virtue ! Mich. Nay, do not wonder at it; Are you not guilty thus ? Fran. Yes.-Oh, my fortune! he shall say it. Mich. To give a proof I speak not enviously, Look here: Do you know these jewels? Dor. In truth, like him. Mary. Upon my troth, exceeding like. But much, and main resemblance, both of face Now, as you are a gentleman, resolve me, Fran. Now I'll tell you, Because blind Fortune yet may make me happy. I ever wore 'em. Alice. 'Tis Francisco, brother; By Heaven, I tied 'em on!-A little more, sir, A little, little more; what parents have you? Fran. None, That I know yet, the more my stubborn fortune; But, as I heard a merchant say that bred me, Who, to my more affliction, died a poor man, When I reach'd eighteen years Alice. What said that merchant? Fran. He said an infant in the Genoa gallies, (But from what place he never could direct me) I was taken in a sea-fight, and from a mariner, Out of his manly pity, he redeem'd me. He told me of a nurse that waited on me, with you. Val. My best friend still, my dearest! Now And make me worthy of this benefit!- Cel. Now, sir, I come to you— Abbess. No, no; let's in, wench. Cel. Not for the world, now, mother.And thus, sir, all my service I pay to you, And all my love to him. Val. And may it prosper !— Take her, Francisco, now no more young Callidon, And love her dearly; for thy father does so. Fran. May all hate seek me else! and thus I seal it. Val. Nothing but mirth, now, friends. Enter HYLAS and SAM, Hylas. Nay, I will find him. Sam. What do all these here? Tho. You are a trusty husband, And a hot lover too. Hylas. Nay then, good morrow! Now I peceive the knavery. Sam. I still told you! [Kisses her. Tho. Stay, or I'll make you stay. Come hither, sister. Val. Why, how now, Mistress Thomas? Thou wouldst fain have a wife? Hylas. Not I; by no means. Tho. Thou shalt have a wife, And a fruitful wife; for I find, Hylas, That I shall never be able to bring thee children. Seb. A notable brave boy! 'nown son again! Hylas. I am very well, sir. Tho. Thou shalt be better. Hylas, thou hast seven hundred pounds a-year, And thou shalt make her three hundred jointure. Hylas. No. Tho. Thou shalt, boy, and shalt bestow Two hundred pounds in clothes. Look on her; A delicate lusty wench; she has fifteen hundred, And feasible: Strike hands, or I'll strike first. Dor. You'll let me like ? Mary. He's a good handsome fellow; Sam. Take her, and use her well; she's a brave gentlewoman. Hylas. You must allow me another mistress. Dor. Then you must allow me another servant. Hylas. Well, let's together then. A lusty kindred! Seb. I'll give thee five hundred pounds more for that word. Mary. Now, sir, for you and I to make the feast full. Tho. No, not a bit; you are a virtuous lady, And love to live in contemplation. Mary. Come, fool; I am friends now. There lie, my woman! now my man again! Seb. I'll bar that first. Mary. And I next. APTNESS for mirth to all! This instant night Which he pleased to frequent; and thus much we For ourselves, we do entreat that you would not ACT I. SCENE I-A Room in the House of the Landlady. Enter PETER and ANTHONY. Peter. I would we were removed from this town, Anthony, That we might taste some quiet: For mine own I am almost melted with continual trotting [part, After inquiries, dreams, and revelations, Of who knows whom, or where. Serve wenching soldiers, That know no other paradise but plackets? Tell me but this; to what end came we hither? Answer me that; resolve me there, good Anthony. Anth. To serve their uses. Not any thing, I take it; nor that thing A salt itch serve such uses! In things of moment, geon; In no such things, sweet Anthony. Put case— Anth. Come, come, all will be mended; this invisible woman, Of infinite report for shape and virtue, Peter. Was there ever Fred. I' th' High Street; Men known to run mad with report before? Made now-a-days of malt, that their affections Anth. Pr'ythee be thou sober, And know, that they are none of those; not guilty Peter. 'Would they were settled To give me some new shoes too! for I'll be sworn Anth. Mar a fool's head! Peter. It will mar two fools' heads, an they take not heed, Besides the giblets to 'em. Anth. Will you walk, sir, And talk more out of hearing? your fool's head May chance to find a wooden night-cap else. Peter. I never lay in any. Anth. Then leave your lying, And your blind prophesying. Enter DON JOHN and FREDERIC, Here they come; You had best tell them as much. Peter. I am no tell-tale. [Exeunt PETER and ANTHONY. John. I would we could have seen her though; for sure She must be some rare creature, or report lies, Fred. I could well wish I had seen her; As 'twere impossible, though known, to reach her, I have made up my belief. John. Hang me, from this hour, If I more think upon her, or believe her; But, as she came, a strong report unto me, So the next fame shall lose her. Fred. 'Tis the next way. But whither are you walking? After my meat, and then to bed. Fred. 'Tis healthful. John. Will not you stir? Fred. I have a little business. John. Upon my life, this lady still- John. I have something to impart. I will not miss to meet you For, not to lie, I have a few devotions To do first, then I am yours. possible I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble Honour, my noble friends, that idol Honour, Ant. Let it once be done, And 'tis no matter whether you, or Honour, 2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruccio, The value of the person, power and greatness, Petr. To perform it, So much I am tied to reputation, And credit of my house, let it raise wild-fires A less offence has been the desolation 2 Gent. No other way to purge it? And if then you find no safer road to guide you, Ant. Mine's up already; And hang him, for my part, goes less than life! 2 Gent. If we see noble cause, 'tis like our swords May be as free and forward as our words. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Street before the House of CONSTANTIA. Enter DON JOHN. John. The civil order of this town, Bologna, My admiration has drawn night upon me, Which all good governments are jealous of: foul play, I'll venture to look in; if there be knaves, Woman. [Within.] Signor? John. What? How is this? Woman. [Within.] Signor Fabritio ? Woman. [Within.] Fabritio? John. This is a woman's tongue; here may be good done. Woman. [Within.] Who's there? Fabritio? Woman. [Within.] Where are you? Woman. [Within.] Oh, come, for Heaven's [sake! Enter DON JOHN, with a Child in his arms. Into men's houses, where I had no business, Under another's name, to make the matter me, [chased If I had got this gingerbread; never stirr'd me, And scow'ring-works, in nurses, bells, and babies, |