This from my now-dead brother, as his love, Pinac. Think you've a handsome fortune: 'Would I had such another! Ros. Ye are well met, gentlemen ; We hear ye are for travel? Pinac. You hear true, lady; And come to take our leaves. Lil. We'll along with ye: We see you're grown so witty by your journey, We cannot chuse but step out too. This lady We mean to wait upon as far as Italy. Bel. I'll travel into Wales, amongst the moun Ros. No danger, sir, I warrant; I love to be under. Bel. I see she will abuse me all the world over!_ But say we pass through Germany, and drink hard? Ros. We'll learn to drink and swagger too. Bel. She'll beat me!Lady, I'll live at home. Ros. And I'll live with thee; And we'll keep house together. Bel. I'll keep hounds first: And those I hate right heartily. Pinac. I go for Turkey! And so it may be up into Persia. Lil. We cannot know too much; I'll trave! with you. Pinac. And you'll abuse me? Lil. Like enough. Pinac. 'Tis dainty ! Bel. I will live in a bawdy-house. Ros. I dare come to you. Bel. Say I'm disposed to hang myself? Bel. I am glad I know how to avoid you.- Fac. She beckons to you. Mir. Lady, I could wish I knew to recompense, Even with the service of my life, those pains, And those high favours you have thrown upon SCENE I. Fred. I would tell thee, A WIFE FOR A MONTH. But 'tis a thing thou canst not like. Is it my head? I have it ready for you, sir: I care not of what nature, nor what follows. Sor. That's the least thing of a thousand, Fred. But with whom, Sorano? Sor. With whom you please, you must not be Fred. Say, it be with one of thy kinswomen? I shall more love your grace, I shall more honour you; And 'would I had enough to serve your pleasure! Fred. Why, 'tis thy sister then, the fair Evanthe; I'll be plain with thee. Sor. I'll be as plain with you, sir; She brought not her perfections to the world, Sor. I mean my sister; And if I had a dozen more, they were all yours. Some aunts I have, they have been handsome And either lose myself, or win her favour. Sor. She is coming in. Fred. Thy eyes shoot through the door; They are so piercing, that the beams they dart Give new light to the room! Enter PODRAMO and EVANTHE. Evan. Whither dost thou go? This is the king's side, and his private lodgings; Pod. My lord sent for you. Evan. His lodgings are below; you are mistaken! Pod. Good sweet madam! Evan. I am no counsellor, nor important suitor, Nor have no private business through these chambers, To seek him this way. O' my life, thou'rt drunk, Sor. Nay, shrink not back; indeed you shall, good sister. Why do you blush? the good king will not hurt [you; He honours you, and loves you. Evan. Is this the business? Sor. Yes, and the best you ever will arrive at, If you be wise. Evan. My father was no bawd, sir, Nor of that worshipful stock, as I remember. Evan. You are that I shame to tell you! Evan. The gracious queen, sir, Is well and merry, Heaven be thanked for it; Evan. Your grace is pleasant, Fred. No rose, Nor lily, nor no glorious hyacinth, Are of that sweetness, whiteness, tenderness, Evan. Your grace speaks very feelingly : Fred. Thou art all handsomeness; Nature will be ashamed to frame another Now thou art made; thou hast robb'd her of her cunning: Each several part about thee is a beauty. Sor. Do you hear this, sister? Evan. Yes, unworthy brother! But all this will not do. Fred. But love, Evanthe, Thou shalt have more than words; wealth, ease, My tender wench. Evan. Be tender of my credit, [and honours, And I shall love you, sir, and I shall honour you. Fred. I love thee to enjoy thee, my Evanthe, To give thee the content of love. Evan. Hold, hold, sir, You are too fleet: I have some business this way, Your grace can ne'er content. Sor. You stubborn toy! Evan. Good my lord bawd, I thank you! Fred. Thou shalt not go. Evanthe, Believe me, sweet So high I will advance thee for this favour, Evan. Good your grace, be patient; I shall make the worst honourable wench that ever was, Shame your discretion, and your choice. Fred. Thou shalt not. Evan. Shall I be rich, do you say, and glorious, And shine above the rest, and scorn all beauties, And mighty in command? Fred. Thou shalt be any thing. Evan. Let me be honest too, and then I'll thank you. Have you not such a title to bestow too? And they that read my wanton life, from curses? [sir, Fred. I'll be divorced from her. Evan. Can you tell why? What has she done against you? Has she contrived a treason 'gainst your person? A most absurd one, and will shew a monster! To your present lust, than queen to your injustice. Her love to you, to all that honours you, Her chaste and virtuous love? are these fit causes? Sor. You have fool'd enough; be wise now, and a woman! You have shew'd a modesty sufficient, If not too much, for court. Evan. You have shew'd an impudence A more experienced bawd would blush and shake You will make my kindred mighty? Fred. Pr'ythee hear me ! [at! Evan. 1 do, sir, and I count it a great offer. Evan. 'Tis like enough you may clap honour on them, But how 'twill sit, and how men will adore it, What the report will be, and 'twill be true too; Fred. You are bravely resolute. Evan. I had rather be a leper, and be shunn'd, And die by pieces, rot into my grave, Leaving no memory behind to know me, Than be a high whore to eternity! Does the king offer fair? does thy face take him? Evan. Never mock, madam; Evan. Who would not be a queen, madam? Mar. 'Tis true, Evanthe, 'tis a brave ambition, A golden dream, that may delude a good mind. What shall become of me? It was and is to do you faithful duties. Mar. Rise, my true friend, thou virtuous bud of beauty! Thou virgins' honour, sweetly blow and flourish! And that rude nipping wind that seeks to blast thee, |