"As wreflers clip, fo I'll embrace you all, "Not to fupport, but to procure your fall.” Enter Malevole, Malevole. God arreft thee. Mendozo. At whose fuit? Malevole. At the devil's. Ah, you treacherous damnable monster! How do'ft? how do'it, thou treacherous rogue? Ah, ye rascal, I am banish'd the court, firrah. Mendozo. Pr'ythee let's be acquainted; I do love thee, faith. Malevole. At your fervice, by the lord, la: fhall's go to fupper? Let's be once drunk together, and fo unite a moft virtuously strengthened friendship: fhall's, Hugonot? fhall's? Mendozo. Wilt fall upon my chamber to-morrow morn? Malevole. As a raven to a dunghill. They fay there's one dead here; prick'd for the pride of the flesh. Mendozo. Ferneze: there he is; pr'ythee bury him. Malevole. O, most willingly: I mean to turn pure 48 Rochel churchman, I. Mendozo. Thou church-man! why, why? Malevole. Because I'll live lazily, rail upon authority, deny kings fupremacy in things indifferent, and be a pope in mine own parish. Mendozo. Wherefore do'st thou think churches were made? Malevole. To fcower plough-fhares: I have feen oxen plough up al- tars. 48 Rochel church-man] Rochel was at this time held by the Hugonots, or Proteftants, with the priviledge of profeffing their religion unmolested It was befieged, in 1573, by the duke of Anjou without fuccefs; but fell into the hands of its enemies in 1629, after a long, obftinate, and brave defence. Mendozo. Nay, monftrous! I ha' feen a fumptuous fteeple turn'd to a ftinking privy: more beastly, the facred'ft place made a dogkennel: nay, most inhuman, the ftone coffins of long fled christians burst up, and made hogs-troughs.-Hic finis Priami. Shall I ha' fome fack and cheese at thy chamber? Good night, good mifchievous incarnate devil, good night, Mendozo; ah, you inhuman villain, good night; night, fub. Mendozo. Good night: to-morrow morn. Malevole. [Exit Mendozo. Ay, I will come, friendly damnation, I will come. I do defcry cross-points; honefty and courtship straddle as far afunder as a true Frenchman's legs. Hark! luft cries for a furgeon; what news from limbo? How doth the grand cuckold, Lucifer? Ferneze. O help! help! conceal and fave me. [Ferneze ftirs, and Malevole helps him up and conveys him away. Malevole. Thy shame more than thy wounds do grieve me far. "Think what it is in lawless sheets to lie; D 3 Come, Come, I'll convey thee to a private port, From whole bright form night's heavy fhadow flies. [Exeunt. ACTUS III. SCENA I. Enter Pietro Jacomo, Mendozo, Count Equato, and Biliofo. Pietro Jacomo. "TIS grown to youth of day, how shall we waste this light? My heart's more heavy than a tyrant's crown. Mendozo. [Exit Equato, Would God I could! Mendozo, bid 'em haste : I would fain shift place; O vain relief! [Exit Mendozo, "Sad fouls may well change place, but not change grief:" Pietro Jacomo. I am not much unlike to fome fick man, Both life and thirst: O would I ne'er had known Biliofo. Biliofe. My lord, I have fome books which have been dedicated to my honour, and I never read them, and yet they had very fine names: 49 Phyfick for fortune. 50 Lozenges of fanctified fincerity. Very pretty works of curates, fcriveners, and fchool-mafters. Marry, I remember one Seneca, Lucius Anneus Seneca. Pietro Jacomo. Out upon him, he writ of temperance and fortitude, yet lived like a voluptuous epicure, and died like an effeminate coward. Hafte thee to Florence. Here, take our letters; fee them fealed: away; report in private to the honoured duke his daughter's forc'd difgrace, tell him at length, We know too much; due compliments advance: "There's nought that's fafe and fweet but ignorance." [Exit Pietro. Enter Bianca. Biliofo. Madam, I am going embaffador for Florence; 'twill be great charges to me. Bianca. No matter, my lord, you have the leafe of two manors come out next Christmas; you may lay your tenants on the greater rack for it: and when you come again, I'll teach you how you fhall get two hundred pounds a year by your teeth. How, madam? Biliofo. Bianca. Cut off fo much houfe-keeping; that which is faved by the teeth, you know is got by the teeth. Bilicfo. 'Fore God, and so I may; I am in wond'rous credit, lady. Bianca. See the ufe of flattery; I did ever counfel you to flatter greatness, and you have profited well: any man that will do fo 49 Phyfick for fortune] In 1579, was published a book, entitled, "Phyfick against fortune, as well profperous as adverfe, contained in two "Books. Written in Latin by Francis Petrarch, a most famous poet and “oratour, and now firft englished by Thomas Twyne." 4to. B. L. 50 Lozenges of fanctified fincerity] have not met with this book but from the ridicule thrown out in The Wits, vol. VIII. p. 446. I believe fome one with a fimilar title had before appeared. D 4 fhall fhall be fure to be like your 51 Scotch barnacle, now a block, instantly a worm, and presently a great goofe: this it is to rot and putrify in the bofom of greatness. Biliofo. Thou art ever my politician. O happy is that old lord that hath a politician to his young lady! I'll have fifty gentlemen fhall attend upon me: marry, the most of them shall be farmers' fons; because they shall bear their own charges, and they fhall go apparell'd thus; in fea-water green fuits, afhcolour cloaks, 52 watchet stockings, and 53 popin-jay green feathers. Will not the colours do excellent? Bianca. Out upon't; they'll look like citizens riding to their friends at Whitfuntide; their apparel just so many several parishes. Biliofo. I'll have it fo; and Paffarello, my fool, fhall go along with me, marry he shall be in velvet. A fool in velvet! Bianca. Biliofo. Ay, 'tis common for your fool to wear fattin; I'll have mine in velvet. 51 Scotch barnacle] In Mr. Collins's Note on The Tempest, A. 4. S. 1. the ridiculous opinions of feveral ancient writers refpecting barnacles are fet down. The following is from one more modern, but equally abfurd: "Among the reft there is the folon goofe, a large bird, but taftes more of "fish than flesh, because accustomed to the fea, and feeds there oftner ❝than in other places. The inhabitants fay, that the manner of its pro"duction is this: the lets fall her egg according to the feafon on the fide "of a rock, which, having a flimy glutinous matter about it, faftens itself "to the place where it happens to fall, nor can it be removed without "danger of breaking it to pieces. And fometimes the egg is fo unto"wardly fix'd, that there is no more room for the bird to come at it than "with one of her feet, which the fpreads on the upper part of the egg, "refts on it with her whole body, and in time, with the heat of her "foot, produces the young one, which from this way of hatching takes "its name, ard is called Solon quafi Sole on, from the fole of the dam's "foot, which after this manner gives it being. But, whether to or no, I "am not fure; you have the relation." Morer's Short Account of Scotland, 1702, p. 17. 52 watchet] i. e. pale blue. 53 popin-jay] A parrot, or a bird of that fpecies. See Skinner. 2 Bianca. |