How that word waken'd me! Come hither, friend!
Thou art a fool! Look steadfastly upon her :
Though she be all that I know excellent,
As she appears; though I could fight for her,
And run through fire; though I am stark mad too,
Never to be recover'd; though I would
Give all I had i' th' world to lie with her,
Even to my naked soul (I am so far gone);
Yet, methinks still, we should not dote away
That, that is something more than ours, our
honours.

I would not have thee marry her by no means(Yet I should do so) :-Is she not a whore? Julio. She is ; but such a one-

Ang. 'Tis true, she's excellent;
And, when I well consider, Julio,
I see no reason we should be confined

In our affections; when all creatures else

Enjoy still where they like.

Julio. And so will I then.

Lelia. He's fast enough I hope, now, if I hold him.

[Aside.

I love thee so well, that the worms shall have thee Before this woman, friend.

Julio. It was your counsel.

Ang. As I was a knave; not as I loved thee.
Julio. All this is lost upon me, Angelo;
For I must have her.-I will marry you
When you please: Pray look better on me.

Ang. Nay then, no more, friend; farewell, Julio!
I have so much discretion left me yet
To know, and tell thee, thou art miserable.

Julio. Stay; thou art more than she, and now I Lelia. Is he so ?

Julio. Mistress !

Lelia. No; I'll see thee starved first! Julio. Friend!

[find it.

[Exit.

I am glad I have found you! You have not now To shew your wit before. [your ladies,

Fab. Thou wou'lt not, wou'lt a ? Jac. What a sweet youth I am, as you have made me, [Draws.

You shall know presently.

Fab. Put up your sword;

I have seen it often; 'tis a fox.
Jac. It is so;

And you shall feel it too. Will you dispatch, sir,
And leave your mirth out? or I shall take occasion
To beat you, and disgrace you too.

Fab. Well; since

There is no other way to deal with you,

(Let's see your sword; I am sure you scorn all odds) I will fight with you.

[They measure, and FABRITIO gets his sword.

Jac. How now?

Fab. Nay, stand out;

Or, by this light, I'll make you!

Jac. This is scurvy,

And out of fear done.

Fab. No, sir; out of judgment;

For he that deals with thee (thou art grown so

boisterous)

Must have more wits, or more lives, than another,
Or always be in armour, or enchanted,
Or he is miserable.

Jac. Your end of this, sir?

Fab. My end is only mirth, to laugh at thee, Which now I'll do in safety; Ha, ha, ha!

Jac. 'Sheart! then I am grown ridiculous!
Fab. Thou art;

And wilt be shortly sport for little children,
If thou continuest this rude stubbornness.

Jac. Oh, God, for anything that had an edge!
Fab. Ha, ha, ha!

Jac. Fy, what a shame it is,

To have a lubber shew his teeth!

Fab. Ha, ha!

Jac. Why dost thou laugh at me, thou wretched

fellow?

Speak, with a pox! and look you render me
Just such a reason-

Fab. I shall die with laughing!

Jac. As no man can find fault with. I shall have Another sword, I shall, you fleering puppy!

Fab. Does not this testiness shew finely in thee? Once more, take heed of children! If they find thee,

They'll break up school to bear thee company,
(Thou wilt be such a pastime) and hoot at thee,
And call thee Bloody-bones, and Spade, and Spit-
fire,

And Gaffer Madman, and Go-by-Jeronimo,
And Will with a Whisp, and Come-Aloft, and
Crack-Rope,

And old Saint Dennis with the dudgeon codpiece,
And twenty such names.

Jac. No, I think they will not.

Fab. Yes, but they will; and nurses still their children

Only with thee, and "Here take him, Jacomo!" Jac. God's precious, that I were but over thee One steeple height! I would fall and break thy

neck.

Fab. This is the reason I laugh at thee, and, While thou art thus, will do. Tell me one thing. Jac. I wonder how thou durst thus question me! Pr'ythee restore my sword.

Fab. Tell me but one thing,

SCENE VI.-A Room in a Tavern.

[two.

Enter Host, Piso, and Boy, with a Glass of Wine.
Piso. Nothing i' th' world but a dried tongue or
Host. Taste him, and tell me.
Piso. He's a valiant wine;
This must be he, mine Host.
Host. This shall be ipse.

Oh, he's a devilish biting wine, a tyrant
Where he lays hold, sir; this is he that scorns
Small beer should quench him, or a foolish caudle
Bring him to bed; no, if he flinch I'll shame him,
And draw him out to mull amongst old midwives.

Piso. There is a soldier, I would have thee batter Above the rest, because he thinks there's no man Can give him drink enough.

Host. What kind of man?

[one

Piso. That thou mayst know him perfectly, he's Of a left-handed making, a lank thing, As if his belly were ta'en up with straw, To hunt a match.

Host. Has he no beard to shew him? Piso. Faith, but a little; yet enough to note him, Which grows in parcels, here and there a remnant: And that thou mayst not miss him, he is one That wears his forehead in a velvet scabbard.

Host. That note's enough; he's mine; I'll fuddle Or lie i' th' suds. You will be here too? Piso. Yes.

Till soon, farewell, and bear up.

Host. If I do not,

[him,

Say I am recreant; I'll get things ready. [Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Street.

Enter JULIO and ANGELO.

Julio. 'Tis strange thou shouldst be thus, with Ang. I am sure I am so. [thy discretion. Julio. I am well, you see.

Ang. Keep yourself warm then, and go home and sleep,

And pray to God thou mayst continue so.
'Would I had gone to th' devil of an errand,
When I was made a fool to see her! Leave me ;
I am not fit for conversation.

Julio. Why thou art worse than I was.
Ang. Therefore leave me ;

The nature of my sickness is not eased
By company or counsel: I am mad;
And, if you follow me with questions,

Shall shew myself so.

Julio. This is more than error.

Ang. Pray be content that you have made me And do not wonder at me.

[thus,

Had been ten fathom under ground, when first I saw her eyes!

Ang. Yet she had been dangerous;

For to some wealthy rock of precious stone,
Or mine of gold as tempting, her fair body
Might have been turn'd; which once found out
by labour,

And brought to use, having her spells within it,
Might have corrupted states, and ruin'd kingdoms;
Which had been fearful, friend. Go: when I see
Next, I will be as thou art, or no more. [thee
Pray do not follow me: you'll make me angry.
Julio. Heaven grant you may be right again!
Ang. Amen!
[Exeunt severally.

SCENE II.-A Room in the Tavern.

Enter Tavern Boys, &c.

Boy. Score a gallon of sack, and a pint of olives, Above within. Why, drawer! [to the Unicorn. Boy. Anon, anon!

Another Boy. Look into the Nag's-head there. 2 Boy. Score a quart of claret to the Bar: And a pound of sausages into the Flower-pot.

Enter First Servant, with Wine.

1 Serv. The devil's in their throats. Anon, anon!

Enter Second Servant.

2 Serv. Mull a pint

Of sack there for the women in the Flower-de-luce, And put in ginger enough; they belch like pot-guns: And, Robin, fetch tobacco for the Peacock,

Except the Captain, are in limbo patrúm,
Where they lie sod in sack.

1 Boy. Does he bear up still?

2 Boy. Afore the wind still, with his lights up All he takes in I think he turns to juleps, [bravely: Or he has a world of stowage in his belly: The rest look all like fire-drakes, and lie scatter'd Like rushes round about the room. My master Is now the loving'st man, I think, above ground1 Boy. 'Would he were always drunk then! Within. Drawer!

2 Boy. Anon, anon, sir!

1 Boy. And swears I shall be free to-morrow; And calls upon my mistress!

2 Boy. Then he's right.

[and so weeps,

1 Boy. And swears the Captain must lie this night with her,

(And bade me break it to her with discretion)
That he may leave an issue after him,

Able to entertain a Dutch ambassador:
And tells him feelingly how sweet she is,
And how he stole her from her friends i' th' country,
And brought her up disguised with the carriers,
And was nine nights bereaving her her maidenhead
And the tenth got a drawer. Here they come.

Enter Host, LODOVICO, and Piso, drunk; and JACOMO.
Within. Drawer!

1 Boy. Anon, anon! Speak to the Tiger, Peter. Host. There's my bells, boys, my silver bell. Piso. 'Would he were hang'd

As high as I could ring him!

Host. Captain.

Jac. Ho, boy?

Lod. Robin, sufficient single beer, as cold As crystal; quench, Robin, quench.

1 Boy. I am gone, sir.

Host. Shall we bear up still? Captain, how I love thee!

Sweet Captain, let me kiss thee! By this hand,
I love thee next to malmsey in a morning,

Of all things transitory.

Jac. I love thee too,

As far as I can love a fat man.

Host. Dost thou, Captain?

Sweetly? and heartily?

Jac. With all my heart, boy.

Host. Then, welcome, Death!-Come, close

Thou shalt have all. [mine eyes, sweet Captain; Jac. What shall your wife have then?

Host. Why, she shall have (Besides my blessing, and a silver spoon) Enough to keep her stirring in the world, Three little children; one of them was mine, Upon my conscience; th' other two are Pagans ! Jac. "Twere good she had a little foolish money, To rub the time away with.

Drink till the cow come home, 'tis all paid, boys. Lod. A pox of sack!

Host. Marry, God bless my butts! Sack is a 'Tis comfortable, gentlemen.

[jewel ;

Jac. More beer, boy;

Very sufficient single beer. Boy. Here, sir.

How is it, gentlemen?

Jac. But even so so.

Piso. Then live; and draw more small beer presently.

Jac. Come, boys, let's hug together, and be loving,

And sing, and do brave things. Cheerly, my hearts!
A pox o' being sad! Now could I fly,
And turn the world about upon my finger.
Come, ye shall love me; I'm an honest fellow :
Hang care and fortune! we are friends.
Lod. No, Captain.

Jac. Do not you love me? I love you two dearly.
Piso. No, by no means; you are a fighting

captain,

Jac. Ye are rascals, drunken rascals !
Piso. 'Tis sufficient.

Jac. And now I'il tell you why, before I beat ye : You have been tampering any time these three Thus to disgrace me.

Piso. That's a lie too. Jac. Well, sir!

[days,

Yet, I thank God, I have turn'd your points on

you;

For which I'll spare ye somewhat, half a beating.

Clora. Before your brother? fy! Fred. I can endure it.

[Beats them.

Piso. I'll make you fart fire, Captain, by this hand.

An ye provoke-Do not provoke, I'd wish you. Jac. How do you like this?

Lod. Sure I am enchanted.

Piso. Stay till I draw

Jac. Dispatch then; I am angry.

Piso. And thou shalt see how suddenly I'll kill thee.

Jac. Thou dar'st not draw. Ye cold, tame, mangy cowards,

Ye drunken rogues, can nothing make ye valiant? Not wine, nor beating?

Lod. If this way be suffer'd

'Tis very well!

Jac. Go; there's your way; go and sleep! I have pity on you; you shall have the rest To-morrow when we meet.

Piso. Come, Lodovic:

He's monstrous drunk now; there's no talking with him.

Jac. I am so; when I am sober, I'll do more. Bov, where's mine host?

[Exeunt LODOVICO and PISO. Boy. He's on his bed, asleep, sir. [Exit. Jac. Let him alone then. Now am I high proof For any action; now could I fight bravely, And charge into a wildfire; or I could love Any man living now, or any woman, Or indeed any creature that loves sack, Extremely, monstrously: I am so loving, Just at this instant, that I might be brought, (I feel it) with a little labour, now to talk With a justice of peace, that to my nature I hate next an ill sword. I will do

Some strange brave thing now; and I have it here: Pray God the air keep out! I feel it buzzing.

[Exit.

SCENE III-A Room in FREDERICK's House.
Enter FREDERICK, CLORA, and FRANK, walking alone.
Clora. She loves him too much; that's the plain
truth, Frederick ;

For which, if I might be believed, I think her
A strange forgetter of herself: There's Julio,
Or twenty more▬▬▬

Fred. In your eye, I believe you;
But, credit me, the Captain is a man,
Lay but his rough affections by, as worthy-
Clora. So is a resty jade a horse of service,
If he would leave his nature.

Give me one,
By your leave, sir, to make a husband of,
Not to be wean'd, when I should marry him :
Methinks, a man is misery enough.

Fred. You are too bitter. I would not have him

worse;

Yet I shall see you hamper'd one day, lady,
I do not doubt it, for this heresy.

Clora. I'll burn before !-[To FRANK.]-Come, pr'ythee leave this sadness,

This walking by thyself to see the devil,

This mumps, this lachrymæ, this love in sippets ;
It fits thee like a French hood.
Frank. Does it so ?

I am sure it fits thee to be ever talking,
And nothing to the purpose: Take up quickly;
Thy wit will founder of all four else, wench,

If thou hold'st this pace: take up, when I bid thee.

Clora. Peace, and let's hear his wisdom.
Fred. You will mad him.

Jac. I am somewhat bold, but that's all one.
Clora. A short

And pithy saying of a soldier

Frank. As I live,

Thou art a strange mad wench!
Clora. To make a parson.

Jac. Ladies, I mean to kiss you—
Clora. How he wipes

His mouth, like a young preacher! We shall have it.
Jac. In order as you lie before me: First,
I will begin with you.

Frank. With me, sir?

Jac. Yes, a little more, sweet wit; One taste more o' your office. Go thy ways, With thy small kettle-drums; upon my conscience, Thou art the best that e'er man laid his leg o'er. Clora. He smells just like a cellar : Fy upon him! Jac. Sweet lady, now to you.

[Going to FREDERICK. Clora. For love's sake, kiss him. Fred. I shall not keep my countenance. Frank. Try, pr'ythee.

Jac. Pray be not coy, sweet woman; for 1'll I am blunt; but you must pardon me. [kiss you. Clora. Oh, God, my sides!

All. Ha, ha, ha, ha!