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<p>A TRAGEDY CALLED ALL'S LOST BY LVST.</p>
<p>Written by <hi>William Rowley.</hi>
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<p>Divers times Acted by the Lady <hi>Elizabeths SERVANTS.</hi> And now lately by her Maiesties Servants, with great applause, at the <hi>Phoenix</hi> in <hi>Drury Lane.</hi>
</p>
<p>
<hi>Quod non dant Proceres, Dabit Histrio:</hi>
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<p>
<hi>LONDON:</hi> ¶ Printed by THOMAS HARPER, 1633.</p>
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<head>Dramatis Personae.</head>
<list>
<item>
<hi>ROderigo,</hi> King of Spaine.</item>
<item>
<hi>Medina,</hi> a Duke.</item>
<item>
<hi>Iulianus,</hi> a Generall against the Moores: Father to <hi>Iacinta.</hi>
</item>
<item>
<hi>Antonio,</hi> a Don, lover of <hi>Dionysia,</hi> yet husband to <hi>Margaretta.</hi>
</item>
<item>
<hi>Alonzo,</hi> a Don, Father to <hi>Dionysia:</hi>
</item>
<item>
<hi>Piamentelli.</hi>
</item>
<item>King of Africa.</item>
<item>Moores.</item>
<item>
<hi>Fidella</hi> a Moore, wayting-woman to</item>
<item>
<hi>Margaretta.</hi>
</item>
<item>
<hi>Pedro,</hi> an old fellow, Father to <hi>Margaretta:</hi>
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<item>
<hi>Iaques,</hi> a simple clownish Gentleman, his sonne, per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sonated by the Poet.</item>
<item>
<hi>Cloveele,</hi> a Rusticke:</item>
<item>
<hi>Lothario,</hi> a Privado to the King.</item>
<item>
<hi>Lazarello,</hi> Minion to <hi>Antonio. Cob</hi> a Page.</item>
<item>
<hi>Malaena,</hi> a Pandresse.</item>
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<head>The Argument.</head>
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<seg rend="decorInit">R</seg>Oderigo, <hi>King of</hi> Spaine, <hi>be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing deepely enamored upon</hi> Ia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cynta, <hi>a beautifull yong Spa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nish Lady, daughter to a great Commander in the warres, (called</hi> Iulianus) <hi>hath often by private solicitations and gifts, tryed to winne her to his embraces; but they not prevailing, hee resolves to enioy her byforce: whilst hee sailes in these lustfull thoughts,</hi> Lothario, <hi>(a Gentleman of better fortunes than condition) is his Pilot, steering his wickednesse on. To helpe which with winde and weather,</hi> Mulymumen, <hi>King of</hi> Bar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bary, <hi>with an Army of 60000. Moores, is rea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dy to crosse into</hi> Spaine, <hi>to invade</hi> Roderigo, <hi>who no way frighted, but laying hold on this occa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sion, sends</hi> Iulianus <hi>as Generall against the Afri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>can, and by his two evill Spirits,</hi> Lothario <hi>and</hi> Malaena) <hi>gets accesse to the Lady in her Fathers absence, but their Engines breaking, he ravishes her. The Dove being thus ruffled, is delivered out of one Falcons Tallons, to the gripe of another:</hi>
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Lothario <hi>is made her Keeper, whom</hi> Iacynta <hi>one day finding fast asleepe, takes the keyes of the Ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stle from him, & flyes to her Father in the Camp; who hearing the storie of the Ravisher, ioynes with those Spanish Lords in his Army, to bee re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>venged on the Tyrant: To hasten this vengeance, the African is taken prisoner, and againe set at liberty, with condition that hee shall Rally all his scattered Troopes, and then those two Armies be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing incorporated in one, to drive</hi> Roderigo <hi>out of his Kingdome, & to inthrone the Moore there.</hi> Mulymumen <hi>so likes the ravished Lady, that he begges her of her Father to be his: but</hi> Roderi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>go <hi>flying into</hi> Biscany, <hi>and the African Lord of all, is scorned by</hi> Iacynta, <hi>who in revenge, calls for</hi> Iulianus <hi>(her Father) commanding his eyes to be put out, and her tongue to be cut out, and so to leade him; In the end, the Barbarian to shorten</hi> Iulianus <hi>his misery, gives him a weapon, the Moore hath another, with intent to runne ful-butt at one another, much intreaty being made to let</hi> Iacynta <hi>dye nobly, tis promist, and then they both being ready to runne, the Moore snatches</hi> Iacynta <hi>before him, and so the Father kils his own Daugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter, and is presently by the Moore slaine himselfe.</hi>
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<p>Antonio <hi>marries</hi> Margaretta, <hi>faire, but low
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in fortunes, and comming to these warres, fals in love with</hi> Dionysia, <hi>daughter to</hi> Alonzo, <hi>but the women come to tragicall ends, and</hi> Antonio <hi>for upbraiding</hi> Iulianus <hi>with selling his King and Country to the Moore, is by</hi> Iulianus <hi>slaine.</hi>
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<head>Prologue.</head>
<lg>
<l>THus from the Poet am I bid to say,</l>
<l>He knowes what Iudges sit to doome each Play,</l>
<l>(The over-curious Criticke, or the wise)</l>
<l>The one with squint, t'other with sunne-like eyes,</l>
<l>Shootes through each Scaene: the one cryas all things downe,</l>
<l>T'other hides strangers faults close as his owne.</l>
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<l>Las! Those who out of custome come to geere,</l>
<l>(S<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>ng the full quire of the nine Muses here)</l>
<l>So carping, not from wit, but apish spite,</l>
<l>And fetherdignorance, thus our Poet does slight.</l>
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<lg>
<l>T'is not a gay sute, or distorted face,</l>
<l>Can beate his merit off, which has wonne grace</l>
<l>In the full Theater, nor can now feare</l>
<l>The teeth of any snakie whisperer:</l>
<l>But to the white, and sweet unclouded brow,</l>
<l>(The heaven where true worth moves) our Poet does bow;</l>
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<l>Patrons of Arts, and Pilots to the Stage,</l>
<l>Who guide it (through all tempests) from the rage</l>
<l>Of envious whirle windes. O doe you but steere</l>
<l>His Muse this day, and bring her tot'h wish'd shore,</l>
<l>You are those Delphicke powers, whom shee'le adore.</l>
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<head>ALL'S LOST BY LVST.</head>
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<head type="sub">Actus Primus.</head>
<stage>Enter Rodericke, King of Spaine, Lothario, Medina, Iulianus, Antonio, and Lazarello.</stage>
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<speaker>Rodericke.</speaker>
<l>
<seg rend="decorInit">G</seg>Ive leave: <hi>Lothario.</hi>
</l>
<stage>Afide Lords.</stage>
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<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>My Soveraigne.</l>
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<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>The newes in briefe: how replyes <hi>Iacinta?</hi>
</l>
<l>Will she be woman? will shee meete our Armes</l>
<l>With an alternate roundure? will she doe?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>Nothing to the purpose my Liege, cold as <hi>Aquarius,</hi>
</l>
<l>There she was borne, and there she still remaines;</l>
<l>I cannot move her to enter into <hi>Pisces,</hi> I</l>
<l>Laid the flesh to her too, and the delights thereof, she leanes</l>
<l>Another way, and talkes all of the spirit, I</l>
<l>Frighted her with spirits too, but all would not doe:</l>
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<l>She drew her knife, pointed it to her breast, swore</l>
<l>She would doe something, but womens tongues are</l>
<l>Sometimes longer then their armes.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Enough, we have bethought another way.</l>
<l>This wooing application is too milde:</l>
<l>'Tis better trust the mercy of a storme.</l>
<l>To hast our way, then to be calmd for ever,</l>
<l>Short of the wished haven:</l>
<l>Now draw neere, you told us of a hot invasion<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
</l>
<l>The barbarous and tawney Affricans,</l>
<l>Intend upon our confines.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Med.</speaker>
<l>True, my Liege.</l>
<l>Full threescore thousand are discryde in Armes,</l>
<l>Ready to passe the Streights of <hi>Gibbraltar,</hi>
</l>
<l>Whose watry divisions, their Affricke bounds</l>
<l>
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<desc>〈…〉</desc>
</gap>om our Christian Europe in Granado,</l>
<l>And Audalusia; they spred and flourish</l>
<l>Their silver moones, led as it is supposde,</l>
<l>By some blinde guide, some Saintish Infidell,</l>
<l>That prophesies subjection of our Spaine,</l>
<l>Vnto the Moores.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>They would deter us with their swarty lookes:</l>
<l>Were they the same to their similitude,</l>
<l>Sooty as the inhabitants of hell,</l>
<l>Whom they neerest figure; cold feare should flye</l>
<l>From us as distant as they are from beauty:</l>
<l>They come to sacrifice their blouds to us,</l>
<l>If that be red, a <hi>m<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>re rubrum,</hi>
</l>
<l>Wee'le make so high to quench their silver moones;</l>
<l>And on their carkasses an Is<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>mus make</l>
<l>To passe their straytes agen, and forrage there.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>Your forward valour speakes you maiesticall,</l>
<l>But my dread Liege, does not your treasury</l>
<l>Grow thinne and empty? so long have you held</l>
<l>A champion resolution 'gainst the Turke<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
</l>
<l>That <hi>Spaine</hi> is wasted in her noble strength,</l>
<l>On which presuming, tis to be supp<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 span">
<desc>〈…〉</desc>
</gap>
</l>
<l>The Moore is thus incourag'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
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<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>And yet we undaunted <hi>Iulianus,</hi> our treasury is</l>
<l>A myne unscarcht, wee have a Castle</l>
<l>Suppos'd inchanted, wee'le breake the magicke,</l>
<l>If spels there be, opethe forbidden dores</l>
<l>Which twenty of our predecessors have refus<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>e,</l>
<l>But added each a locke to guard it more,</l>
<l>Rather then our Souldiers shall want pay</l>
<l>To fight our battailes nobly.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>O my Lord, that's a dangerous secret, onely known</l>
<l>To such as can divine futurities,</l>
<l>And they with fearefull prophesies predict</l>
<l>Fatallevents to <hi>Spaine,</hi> when that shall be</l>
<l>Broke up by violence: till fate hath runne</l>
<l>Her owne wasting period; which out staide</l>
<l>Auspitiously they promise, that wreathes are kept</l>
<l>In the fore-dooming Court of destiny,</l>
<l>To binde us ever in a happy conquest.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Tut. feare frights us not, nor shall hope foole us</l>
<l>If neede provoke, wee'le dig supply through hell</l>
<l>And her enchantments. Who c<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>n prefixe us</l>
<l>A time to see these incantations loosde?</l>
<l>Perhaps 'twill stay tenne generations more,</l>
<l>When our bloud royall may want succession,</l>
<l>If not; what bootes it us (lost in our dust</l>
<l>And memory 500. yeeres) that then this hidden</l>
<l>Worke shall be; tush, the weakenesse of our predecessors</l>
<l>Shall not fright us, all is not deadly,</l>
<l>That lookes dangerous.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>I wish no life to see that day.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Med.</speaker>
<l>Nor I, so many Kings have fear'd that destiny.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Lord <hi>Iulianus,</hi> we commit to you</l>
<l>The charge of this great worke against the Moores,</l>
<l>With title of Lord Generall, as you please,</l>
<l>Order this high affaire; call to the field</l>
<l>An equall Army against those Affricans,</l>
<l>The bold and hardiest souldiers of our kingdome<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
</l>
<l>Scourge backe agen th<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>se halfe-nak'<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap> Infide<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>s</l>
<l>Into their sun-burnt Clymate; in thy heart</l>
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<l>Be loyaltie and courage, strength in thine arme:</l>
<l>With christian vaiour strike the heathens dead,</l>
<l>And for thy triumph, bring the <hi>Mulyes</hi> head.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>This honour which your Maiestie has given me,</l>
<l>Tho better it might fit anothers wearing,</l>
<l>Of abler limbs, wheretime has not defac't,</l>
<l>Nor halfe so many winters quencht his bloud,</l>
<l>As a new spring it hath revivde ag<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
<desc>••</desc>
</gap>
</l>
<l>This Autumne of my yeeres; there's but one care</l>
<l>I leave behinde me within the Court of <hi>Spaine,</hi>
</l>
<l>My poore <hi>Iacinta,</hi> mine, and onely mine;</l>
<l>May she here thrive in honour, and in favours,</l>
<l>And <hi>I</hi> shall meete her with a victory,</l>
<l>(Heaven put before) as shall endow us both</l>
<l>In your high esteeme.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>That shall be our care noble <hi>Iulianus,</hi> to see her safe,</l>
<l>We love <hi>I<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>cinta</hi> more then you must know,</l>
<l>And for her sake we doe remove you hence;</l>
<l>You may thanke your daughter for this honour Sir,</l>
<l>If you knew our purpose.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>I understand all this, whilst he warres abroad, his</l>
<l>Daughter must skirmish at home; <hi>Venus</hi> is in conjunction</l>
<l>With <hi>Mercury,</hi> wit and lechery are both in labour</l>
<l>At once alas poore mayden-head, th'art cast i'faith,</l>
<l>And must to execution; virginity hadst thou bin</l>
<l>Moulded in my compasse, thou hadst scap't this pitfall.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>On, to thy charge, prosper in thy high deedes;</l>
<l>Who aymes at honour nobly, nobly speedes.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>My heart and tongue, thus sentence to my fate,</l>
<l>In honour thrive, in basenesse ruinate.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>All helpe him on his speede: <hi>Lothario.</hi>
</l>
<stage>Exeunt omnes nisi Rod. & Loth.</stage>
<l>Have we not finely moulded our designe?</l>
<l>Times antient bawde, opportunity attends us now,</l>
<l>And yet our flaming bloud will scarce give leave</l>
<l>To opportunity.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>I told your highnesse of a second bawd to time, & yet</l>
<l>Not times second neither, for time nere pattern'd her</l>
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<l>A thing reall, not a dumb morall, as time it selfe</l>
<l>Is, but a speaking thing, and one that speakes</l>
<l>Effectually; one that has wrackt more mayden-heads</l>
<l>In <hi>Spaine,</hi> then she has yeers upon her reverent browes,</l>
<l>And yet she writes odde of threescore, an odde wench 'tis.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Thou nam'st her to me.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>Malena.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>And hast instructed her?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>I have prepar'd her fit for instruction my Liege; shee</l>
<l>Waites her further confirmation from your Highnesse:</l>
<l>Oh every souldier has a double heart, when the King's in field.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Call her</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>By her right name; bawd, where art thou bawd?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>If Words will serve, if not, by rapines force;</l>
<l>Wee'le plucke this apple from th'Hesperides.</l>
</sp>
<stage>Enter Malena.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>This is the thing I told your Highnesse of.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<p>A reverent one it is, & may be cal'd schoolemistresse of her sexe; if <hi>Apelles</hi> had ever picturde forth experience, here might he take his patterne.</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Indeed my Liege, I have bin the pattern that a great</l>
<l>Many has taken out pictures by, I confesse I have</l>
<l>Bin a greater friend to the Hospitals, then the Nunneries,</l>
<l>And I thinke it was the greater ch<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
<desc>••</desc>
</gap>ity, because</l>
<l>They are the poorer, and more wretched places.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>The very <hi>ipsissima</hi> of her sexe, my Liege, as old as</l>
<l>She is, I will undertake she shall wrastle a fall</l>
<l>With the strongest Virgin in <hi>Spaine,</hi> & throw her down too.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Thou must be my Lawyer (I'le fee thee well,)</l>
<l>And at the Barre of beauty plead a cause,</l>
<l>Which whether right or wrong, must needs be mine.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Indeed in rightfull causes, weake Lawyers will</l>
<l>Serve turne, but the wrong had need have</l>
<l>The best Orators; I'me but a weake vessell, you</l>
<l>Know my Liege.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>Shee'le hold out I warrant, harke you my Lieg,</l>
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<l>This vessell is not hollow yet, it does not sound,</l>
<l>There's mettall in her, there's sacke in this Tunne,</l>
<l>That has eaten up a great deale of dead</l>
<l>Flesh in her time, lights, longs and bad livers.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Come, come, you must not plead an insufficiency.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal</speaker>
<l>I'le doe my best my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>
<hi>Tush, in</hi> malo consilio foeminae vincunt viros.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Does he not abuse me my Liege?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Not at all, he sayes women overcome men in</l>
<l>Giving counsell.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Is there not a faulty word amongst them?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>Thou art able to corrupt any good sence, with bad construction:</l>
<l>I say <hi>foeminae vincunt,</hi> that is, <hi>quasi vincere cunctos,</hi>
</l>
<l>Ouercomes all men.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Go to, go to, there is a broad word amongst'm, <hi>vincunt</hi>
</l>
<l>Quotha, is it spoke with a K, or a C? but in plaine</l>
<l>Language I will doe my best, if she be of my sexe, <hi>I</hi>
</l>
<l>Will shew her the end of her function, men follow</l>
<l>The traditions of their forefathers, so should</l>
<l>Women follow the trades of their fore-mothers.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>I see thou hast perswasive oratory.</l>
<l>Here's iuyce of liquorish, good for thy voyce,</l>
<l>Speake freely, and effectually.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>I will speake the words that have o'rethrowne a</l>
<l>Hundred in my time.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>I was within compass then.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>Let me have accesse to her, if she be flesh & bloud,</l>
<l>I'le move her, I will not leave her till I turne her to a stone.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Rod.</speaker>
<l>Vnite your forces both, conquer in love,</l>
<l>I will reward as for a victory</l>
<l>Purchac't with bloud from my worst enemy:</l>
<l>Effect, for ill things have their effects we see</l>
<l>Prosper, wee'le call it a prosperity.</l>
<stage>Exit.</stage>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mal.</speaker>
<l>You'le bring me to the place and party?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Lo.</speaker>
<l>Prepar'd with all advantage. I will assist thee, thou</l>
<l>Destroyer of mayden-heads.</l>
<stage>Exeunt.</stage>
</sp>
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Enter Antonio, and Lazarello.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Your passions erre my Lord, did you foresee</l>
<l>What may ensue; folly begets danger,</l>
<l>Nay oft, their full effects, destruction;</l>
<l>You would not clothe the noblenesse of your bloud</l>
<l>In such base weedes, shee's a beggar you doate on.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Th'ast spoke the worst thy malice can invent,</l>
<l>A beggar say'st? and better being so,</l>
<l>If a small Starre could overshine the Sunne,</l>
<l>And shew his brightnesse in the solsticie,</l>
<l>Should it be blam'd or prais'd? the feeble Vine</l>
<l>Brings forth sweet fruits, whilst the Cedars's barren;</l>
<l>Beggar is she, I'le poyse her graces with't,</l>
<l>And see how many infinites shee'le pull</l>
<l>The ballance downe, and yet that poverty</l>
<l>A goodnesse dis-esteem'd, shee's faire,</l>
<l>Modest, lovely, wise, vertuous.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Nay, if you doate, I'le waste no more good counsell,</l>
<l>And what's her dower Sir?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Infinites, I nam'd them to thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>O shee's faire, a faire dowry.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Chast and vertuous.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Those are iewels indeed, but they'le yeeld little.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>They are not things of prise, they are farre off,</l>
<l>And deare, yet Ladies send not for'em.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>May not a league be taken for a time?</l>
<l>Deferre this hasty match, you have employment</l>
<l>As a Souldier, the King has given you charge,</l>
<l>Approve your champion valour in the field,</l>
<l>If that remoue not this domesticke trouble,</l>
<l>Retire upon your <hi>Uenus.</hi>
</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>I'le prevent that venome,</l>
<l>This night I will be married to my sweet,</l>
<l>And then her memory enjoy'd, shall strengthen</l>
<l>Mine arme against my foe, which else would droope,</l>
<l>Suspecting of her losse, I feare it now;</l>
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<l>What eye can looke upon her, but is captiv'd</l>
<l>In the inchanted prison of her eyes.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Why you'le be jealous in your absence then?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Away, away, thou dost forget her vertues</l>
<l>Faster then I can name 'em; shee's chastity</l>
<l>It selfe, and when a Shrine shall be set up</l>
<l>Vnto that Saint, it shall be built upon</l>
<l>The marble that shall cover her.</l>
</sp>
<stage>Enter Iulianus and Iacinta.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Here comes the Generall.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>No more, no more, thy feares are all follies, my <hi>Iacinta</hi>
</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iac.</speaker>
<l>I must not leave you thus.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>
<hi>Antonio?</hi> what unplum'd? you are a Souldier Sir,</l>
<l>And Souldiers should be forward; looke yee</l>
<l>I have bright steele for the blacke Affricans;</l>
<l>
<hi>I</hi> tell you Sir, <hi>I</hi> went not with more ioy</l>
<l>Vnto my mayden Bride, that Hymen night,</l>
<l>From whence <hi>I</hi> fetcht this iewell of my heart,</l>
<l>Then now <hi>I</hi> doe unto my second nuptials.</l>
<l>Oh 'tis a gallant Mistresse, an old man</l>
<l>Is young agen at sight of her.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Worthy Sir, your leading vallor wil centuple the harts</l>
<l>Of all your followers; when set you forward?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>Tush, we limit time to her best haste,</l>
<l>Three dayes will be the most, the longer stay</l>
<l>Looses the more advantage.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>We shall be ready to attend your honour,</l>
<l>
<hi>Hymen,</hi> this night <hi>I</hi> vow to thee, <hi>Mars</hi> be my</l>
<l>Morrowes Saint.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Laz.</speaker>
<l>Here were a Saint fitting your orisons.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Blasphemy, speake that no more, the begger,</l>
<l>(If you will so prophane to speake her so)</l>
<l>Is gold refinde, compar'd unto this rubbish,</l>
<l>Diamond to Marble; my noble Lord</l>
<l>Wee'le leave you to hasten our attendance on you.</l>
</sp>
<stage>Exit Ant. & Lazar.</stage>
<sp>
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<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>Farewell <hi>Antonio,</hi>
</l>
<l>I'me in haste too, my preparations call me.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iac.</speaker>
<l>
<hi>I</hi> call too, <hi>I</hi> beseech you heare me.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>Th'art a clog to me,</l>
<l>Me thinkes thou shouldst be reading o're new fashions,</l>
<l>Conferring with your Tire-woman for faire dressings,</l>
<l>Your Ieweller has new devices for yee,</l>
<l>Fine labels for your eares, bracelets for wrists,</l>
<l>Such as will illustrate your white hand;</l>
<l>These are all Pedlars ware to me, <hi>Iacinta;</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>I</hi> am for Corslets, Helmets, Bils, Bowes, and Pikes,</l>
<l>The thundring Guns, Trumpets tan tara,</l>
<l>The ratling sheepeskin, and the whistling Fife:</l>
<l>What Musicke's this to your eares? ha, farewell,</l>
<l>Farewell, and heaven blesse thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iac.</speaker>
<l>Good heaven, how slightly</l>
<l>You o're-run my feares, you goe to meete</l>
<l>With a full power, an armed foe abroad,</l>
<l>And leave me single to an enemy</l>
<l>That hath both power and will to ruine me.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>'Tis treason that thou speak'st, and by the Saint</l>
<l>Of <hi>Spaine,</hi> mend it, or I'le discover thee:</l>
<l>Wrong my dread Liege, my King, my Soveraigne,</l>
<l>To say that he should doate upon your face,</l>
<l>Away, away, 'tis but your beauties pride,</l>
<l>So to belye it selfe thou art not faire,</l>
<l>Thou hast no eye to attract Maiestie,</l>
<l>To looke upon't; say he speake love to thee,</l>
<l>'Twas but to try thee, perhaps 'twas my consent,</l>
<l>Will you enquire the hidden hearts of Kings?</l>
<l>He would not wrong thee for his kingdomes wealth,</l>
<l>Even for my sake, away you wanton foole.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iac.</speaker>
<l>There has bin ravishers, remember <hi>Tarquin.</hi>
</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iul.</speaker>
<l>There has bin chast Ladies, remember <hi>Lucres:</hi>
</l>
<l>I'le heare no more, my time and haste hath bard me,</l>
<l>My blessing take, heaven and that shall guard thee.</l>
<stage>Exit.</stage>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iac.</speaker>
<l>You leave me in a tempest, heaven guide my fate,</l>
<l>Oh let me sinke ere I be captivate.</l>
<stage>Exit.</stage>
</sp>
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Enter Pedro, Iaques, and Claveele.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<l>I doe not like this match, this gay out-side</l>
<l>Is cloth of gold, within a ragged lining.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<p>O poore comparison father, doe they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold; no, but with fine, gentle, and easie linings, and such my sister may be, for tho I say it that should not say it, my sister has a good face, a white necke, and a dainty hand, and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spaine.</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<l>Cedars and shrubs cannot grow up together.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>Away, away, speake not so like a Wood monger, I'le</l>
<l>Put you downe with a caparison now, doe we not use</l>
<l>To graft sweet apples upon crab-tree stocks, doe we</l>
<l>Not use to enoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry?</l>
<l>Such is my sisters case now, say that the noble man</l>
<l>Would enoculate his Lordship upon my sisters yeomandry,</l>
<l>What hurt were in this? would it grieve you to be a</l>
<l>Lords brother, or this old woman to have her Lady</l>
<l>Daughter to aske, Grauam, how doe you, will you ride</l>
<l>Abroad in your Croarch, or your embroderd side-saddle?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Cla.</speaker>
<l>I, thou talk'st wildly boy, yet err'st not much</l>
<l>In my conceit, be content man, and adde as meete it is,</l>
<l>Ioy to content, your daughter shal be made a happy woman</l>
<l>By a noble marriage.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<l>Happy say'st thou? oh 'tis as distant as the Moon from earth,</l>
<l>And has the like effects, it changes oft,</l>
<l>So with a silver brow, greatnesse lookes on us</l>
<l>Promising and lovely, but once growne full,</l>
<l>It brings swelling billowes to o'rewhelme us.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>Pray father talk no more of the moon, but of your son,</l>
<l>Not my selfe that am your son and heire, but of your</l>
<l>Son in law that shall be, my noble L. <hi>Antonio,</hi> Lord of</l>
<l>Barcelona, and his noble Lady my sister, that shall be.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<p>'Twill well become her, what armes shall I give to make her gentle by?</p>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>Those we can buy of the Heraulds, you know shee</l>
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<l>Has cryde Orenges the most of her time here in Ciuill,</l>
<l>Now a fine Orenge for her crest, with Ciuillity</l>
<l>Written round aboud it would speaks wondrous well,</l>
<l>Then a Capon in a Scutchen with a gizard</l>
<l>Vnder his left arme, with his spurs vpon his heeles</l>
<l>Riding vpon a Leman.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<l>Away, away</l>
<l>Thy talkes impertinent, what should a Capon</l>
<l>Do with a Leman?</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>I, you say well Father there indeed,</l>
<l>A Capon desires no Leman, and therefore</l>
<l>Wele hope of both that neither the Lord</l>
<l>Proue himselfe a Capon, nor my Sister a Leman.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ped.</speaker>
<l>I, this thou touchest by a forced figure,</l>
<l>The perfect sence of all, thence grows my feare:</l>
<l>This loue was first <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
<desc>〈◊〉</desc>
</gap>, and borne in lust</l>
<l>How long has he laid an vnlawfull leige</l>
<l>Against her Virgin honour, which had she yeelded,</l>
<l>And beene so lemond, she nere had bin profferd</l>
<l>The stile of wife.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Cla.</speaker>
<l>Peace, see they come.</l>
</sp>
<stage>Enter Ant. and Margaretta.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>I marry, heres a Lady now will weare her owne haire.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mar.</speaker>
<l>Nay now no further protestations,</l>
<l>You haue said enough to make me new, or ruine me,</l>
<l>And this my spirit, bids me prophesye</l>
<l>If you repent, as loue might be ore sated</l>
<l>In its best desires; and any croffe euent</l>
<l>Should fall upon this your unequall choise,</l>
<l>Yours is the crime, your handmaid must be blamelesse,</l>
<l>Since you haue sought what I haue not desirde,</l>
<l>And yet, you may avoide the fatall doome</l>
<l>(If any such there be) by throwing backe</l>
<l>Your atchieu'de vassayle.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Teach me no errour.</l>
<l>I will not learne it, sweetest, if you do.</l>
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<l>Speake nothing now but of those holy rytes</l>
<l>Whose sacred hands must guide vs to the path</l>
<l>Of your desired ioyes.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Mar.</speaker>
<l>Heres all the barre;</l>
<l>When these haue giuen consent I am your owne.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>It shall be done in this acknowledgement.</l>
<l>Father and mother let me but call you so.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>And brother eke also.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Yes brother too,</l>
<l>By this I claime them all, your daughter makes</l>
<l>Me your sonne, and yours.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>And my brother.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Ant.</speaker>
<l>Ile not forget that neither.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Iaq.</speaker>
<l>If you do, I will forget to call your Lady Sister.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Cla.</speaker>
<l>Sir, I haue question'd all the will in me,</l>