PROLOGUE. YOU YOU'RE welcome, Gentlemen, and would our Feaft Were fo well feafon'd, to please ev'ry Gueft; Ingenuous Appetites, I hope we fhall, And their Examples may prevail in all, My Lord Mayor's Feaft, and make him Sauces too, A ME N. Lphonfo, King of Naples, elder Brother to Frederick. Frederick, unnatural and libidinous Brother to Alphonfo, and Ufurper of his Kingdom. Sorano, a Lord, Brother to Evanthe, Frederick's wicked Inftrument. Valerio, a noble young Lord, Servant, afterward married to Evanthe. Camillo, Cleanthes, Menallo, three boneft Court Lords. Rugio, an honest Lord, Friend to Alphonfo. Marco, a Friar, Alphonfo's Friend, Podramo, a neceffary Creature to Sorano. Tonie, King Frederick's Knavish Fool. Caftruccio, Captain of the Citadel, an honeft Man. Citizens, Lawyer, Phyfician, Captain, Cut-purfe, Foal, and Attendants. WOME N. Queen, Wife to Frederick, a virtuous Lady. Evanthe, Sifter to Sorano, the chafte Wife of Valerio, or a Wife for a Month. Caffandra, an old Bawd, Waiting-woman to Evanthe. City Wives. SCENE, NAPLES. A A WIFE for a MONTH. ACTI. SCENE I. Enter King Frederick, Sorano, Valerio, Camillo, Cleanthes, Menallo, and Attendants. W S.ORANO. ILL your Grace speak? Fred. Let me alone, Sorano, Although my Thoughts feem fad, they're wel come to me. Sor. You know I'm private as your fecret Ready to fling my Soul upon your Service, Fred. Bid thofe depart. Sor. You must retire, my Lords. Cam. What new Defign Is hammering in his Head now? Cle. Let's pray heartily None of our Heads meet with't; my Wife's old, Men. Mine's ugly, that I am fure on, And I think honeft too, 'twould make me start elfe. And some few Infirmities elfe; he looks again, Come Come let's retire, certain 'tis fome She-bufinefs This new Lord's employ'd in. Val. I'll not be far off, Because I doubt the Cause. Fred. Are they all gone? Sor. All but your faithful Servant. But 'tis a thing thou canst not like. Sor. Pray ye fpeak it, Is it my Head? i have it ready for ye, Sir: Sor. That's th' least thing of a Thousand, Fred. But with whom, Sorano? [Exit. Sor. With whom you please, you must not be deny'd, Sir. Fred. Say it be with one of thy Kinswomen. Sor. Say with all, I fhall more love your Grace, I shall more honour Sor. I'll be as plain with you, Sir, She brought not her Perfections to the World, Sor. I mean my Sifter; ye, And if I had a Dozen more, they were all yours: Sor. I have fent my Man to her Upon fome Bufinefs to come (1) presently, Hither she shall come; your Grace dare speak unto her? -prefently (r) Hither, he shall come; -] Hither, i. e. into your Apartments. But Sorano could not fay that he had fent for her to come thither. The Comma therefore fhould be, as I have put it, after presently. Large Large golden Promifes, and fweet Language, Sir, Fred. She waits on my Queen. What Jealoufy and Anger may arife, Sor. You have a good fweet Lady, A Woman of fo ev'n and still a Temper, Ser. My Lord, your Servant ftays. Sor. Bid him come hither, And bring the Lady with him. Fred. I will woo her. And either lose myself, or win her Favour. Sor. She's coming in. Fred. Thy Eyes fhoot through the Door, They are so piercing, that the Beams they dart Enter Podramo and Evanthe. Evan. Whither doft thou go? This is the King's fide, and his private Lodgings, Pod. My Lord fent for ye. (2) The Fountain of all Honours, Plays and Pleafures, Your Will and your Commands unbounded alfo;] The Cenfure this Paffage is liable to I would endeavour to wipe off, by reading, Pains and Pleafures, Or throwing a Word in at the beginning of the fecend Line, and altering the Pointing in the first; The Fountain of all Honours; Pains and Pleasures Waiting your Will, and your Commands unbounded. i. e. I took you to be a great King that could punish or reward by arbitrary Will, and with an unbounded Authority. But the true Reading, as well as the most obvious, is this, The Fountain of all Honours, Place and Pleasures. So in the last Act of this Play Urbino (Valerio disguis'd) fays, Nor bir'd by Circumftance of Place and Honour. |