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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 6

Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 6

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such low terms I feed
Upon a Brothers trencher, let me dye
The Beggars death, and starve.

Cra. 'Tis bravely spoken,
Did what you do rank with it.
Bel. Why, what does he
You would not wish were yours?
Cra. I'll tell you Lady,
Since you rise up his Advocate, and boldly,
(For now I find, and plainly in whose favor
My Love and Service to you was neglected)
For all your wealth, nay, add to that your beauty,
And put your virtues in, if you have any,
I would not yet be pointed at, as he is,
For the fine Courtier, the womans man,
That tells my Lady stories, dissolves Riddles,
Ushers her to her Coach, lies at her feet
At solemn Masks, applauding what she laughs at;
Reads her asleep anights, and takes his oath
Upon her Pantoffles, that all excellence
In other Madams do but zany hers:
These you are perfect in, and yet these take not
Or from your birth and freedom.
Euph. Should another
Say this, my deeds, not looks should shew—
Bel. Contemn it:
His envie fains this, and he's but reporter,
Without a second, of his own dry fancies.
Cra. Yes Madam, the whole City speaks it with me,
And though [it may] distaste, 'tis certain you
Are brought into the scene, and with him censur'd;
For you are given out for the provident Lady,
That not to be unfurnish'd for her pleasures
(As without them to what vain use is greatness)
Have made choice of an able man, a young man
Of an Herculean back to do you service,
And one you may command too, that is active,
And does what you would have him.
Bel. You are foul-mouth'd.
Cra. That can speak well, write Verses too, and good ones,
Sharp and conceited, whose wit you may lie with
When his performance fails him; one you have
Maintain'd abroad to learn new ways to please you,
And by the gods you well reward him for it,
No night (in which while you lye sick and panting)
He watches by you, but is worth a talent:
No conference in your Coach, which is not paid with
A Scarlet Suit; this the poor people mutter,
Though I believe, for I am bound to do so,
A Lady of your youth, that feeds high too,
And a most exact Lady, may do all this
Out of a virtuous love, the last bought vizard
That Leachery purchas'd.
Euph. Not a word beyond this,
The reverence I owe to that one womb
In which we both were embrions, makes me suffer
What's past; but if continu'd——
Bel. Stay your hand,
The Queen shall right my honor.
Cra. Let him do it,
It is but marrying him; and for your anger
Know that I slight it: when your goddess here
Is weary of your sacrifice, as she will be.
Bel. Be not mov'd,
I know the rancor of his disposition,
And turn it on himself by laughing at it;
And in that let me teach you.
Euph. I learn gladly. [Exeunt.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Neanthes, Sosi[cl]es, and Eraton severally.

Nean. You are met unto my wishes, if you ever
Desir'd true mirth so far as to adventure
To dye with the extremity of laughter,
I come before the object that will do it;
Or let me live your fool.
Sos. Who is't Neanthes?
Nea. Lamprias the Usurers Son.
Era. Lamprias? the youth
Of six and fifty?
Sos. That was sent to travel
By rich Beliza, till he came to age,
And was fit for a Wife?
Nea. The very same,
This gallant with his Guardian, and his Tutor,
(And of the three, who is most fool I know not)
Are newly come to Corinth, I'll not stale them
By giving up their characters, but leave you
To make your own discoveries: here they are, Sir.

Enter Onos, Uncle and Tutor.

Tutor. That leg a little higher; very well.
Now put your Face into the Travellers posture;
Exceeding good.
Uncle. Do you mark how they admire him?
Tut. They will be all my Scholars, when they know
And understand him truly.
Era. Phœbus guard me
From this new Python.
Sos. How they have trimm'd him up
Like an old Reveller!
Nea. Curl'd him and perfum'd him,
But that was done with judgement, for he looks
Like one that purg'd perpetually; trust me,
That Witches face of his is painted too,
And every ditch upon it buries more
Then would set off ten Bawds, and all their

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