Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LADY OF PLEASURE, by JAMES SHIRLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be patient, madam; you may have your pleasure Last Line: Full mirth, our souls shall leap into a dance. [exeunt. | ||||||||
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. SIR THOMAS BORNWELL. LORD A. SIR WILLIAM SCENTLOVE, Gallants. MASTER ALEXANDER KICKSHAW, MASTER JOHN LITTLEWORTH, HAIRCUT, a Barber. MASTER FREDERICK, nephew to LADY BORNWELL. Steward to SIR THOMAS BORNWELL. Steward to CELESTINA. Secretary to LORD A. Servants, &c. LADY BORNWELL, Wife of SIR THOMAS. CELESTINA, a young Widow. ISABELLA, Friends of CELESTINA. MARIANA, DECOY, a Procuress. Gentlewoman. SCENEThe STRAND. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.A Room in SIR THOMAS BORNWELL'S House. Enter Lady BORNWELL, and Steward. STEW. Be patient, madam; you may have your pleasure. Lady B. 'Tis that I came to town for. I would not Endure again the country conversation, To be the lady of six shires! The men, So near the primitive making, they retain A sense of nothing but the earth; their brains, And barren heads standing as much in want Of ploughing as their ground. To hear a fellow Make himself merry and his horse, with whistling Sellinger's Round! To observe with what solemnity They keep their wakes, and throw for pewter candlesticks! How they become the morris, with whose bells They ring all in to Whitsun-ales; and sweat, Through twenty scarfs and napkins, till the hobby-horse Tire, and the Maid Marian, dissolved to a jelly, Be kept for spoon meat! Stew. These, with your pardon, are no argument To make the country life appear so hateful; At least to your particular, who enjoyed A blessing in that calm, would you be pleased To think so, and the pleasure of a kingdom; While your own will commanded what should move Delights, your husband's love and power joined To give your life more harmony. You lived there Secure, and innocent, beloved of all; Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for: You might be envièd; but malice knew Not where you dwelt. I would not prophesy, But leave to your own apprehension, What may succeed your change. Lady B. You do imagine, No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted London past all defence. Your master should Do well to send you back into the country, With title of superintendent-bailiff. Stew. How, madam! Lady B. Even so, sir. Stew. I am a gentleman, Though now your servant. Lady B. A country gentleman, By your affection to converse with stubble. His tenants will advance your wit, and plump it so With beef and bag-pudding! Stew. You may say your pleasure, It becomes not me dispute. Lady B. Complain to The lord of the soil, your master. Stew. You're a woman Of an ungoverned passion, and I pity you. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL. Born. How now? What's the matter? Stew. Nothing, sir. [Exit. Born. Angry, sweetheart? Lady B. I am angry with myself, To be so miserably restrained in things, Wherein it doth concern your love and honour To see me satisfied. Born. In what, Aretina, Dost thou accuse me? Have I not obeyed All thy desires? against mine own opinion Quitted the country, and removed the hope Of our return, by sale of that fair lordship We lived in? changed a calm and retired life For this wild town, composed of noise and charge? Lady B. What charge, more than is necessary for A lady of my birth and education? Born. I am not ignorant how much nobility Flows in your blood; your kinsmen great and powerful I' the state; but with this, lose not you memory Of being my wife. I shall be studious, Madam, to give the dignity of your birth All the best ornaments which become my fortune; But would not flatter it, to ruin both, And be the fable of the town, to teach Other men loss of wit by mine, employed To serve your vast expenses. Lady B. Am I then Brought in the balance? So, sir! Born. Though you weigh Me in a partial scale, my heart is honest, And must take liberty to think you have Obeyed no modest counsel, to affect, Nay, study ways of pride and costly ceremony: Your change of gaudy furniture, and pictures Of this Italian master, and that Dutchman; Your mighty looking-glasses, like artillery, Brought home on engines; the superfluous plate, Antique and novel; vanities of tires; Fourscore-pound suppers for my lord, your kinsman, Banquets for t' other lady aunt, and cousins, And perfumes that exceed all: train of servants, To stifle us at home, and show abroad More motley than the French or the Venetian, About your coach, whose rude postillion Must pester every narrow lane, till passengers And tradesmen curse your choking up their stalls; And common cries pursue your ladyship, For hindering of their market. Lady B. Have you done, sir? Born. I could accuse the gaiety of your wardrobe, And prodigal embroideries, under which Rich satins, plushes, cloth of silver, dare Not show their own complexions; your jewels, Able to burn out the spectators' eyes, And show like bonfires on you by the tapers: Something might here be spared, with safety of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth Shines from the soul, and draws up just admirers. I could urge something more. Lady B. Pray do, I like Your homily of thrift. Born. I could wish, madam, You would not game so much. Lady B. A gamester too! Born. But are not come to that acquaintance yet, Should teach you skill enough to raise your profit. You look not through the subtilty of cards, And mysteries of dice; nor can you save Charge with the box, buy petticoats and pearls, And keep your family by the precious income; Nor do I wish you should: my poorest servant Shall not upbraid my tables, nor his hire, Purchased beneath my honour. You make play Not a pastime but a tyranny, and vex Yourself and my estate by it. Lady B. Good! proceed. Born. Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse; your revels in the night, Your meetings called the Ball, to which repair, As to the court of pleasure, all your gallants, And ladies, thither bound by a subpœna Of Venus, and small Cupid's high displeasure; 'Tis but the Family of Love translated Into more costly sin! There was a play on't, And had the poet not been bribed to a modest Expression of your antic gambols in't, Some darks had been discovered, and the deeds too In time he may repent, and make some blush, To see the second part danced on the stage. My thoughts acquit you for dishonouring me By any foul act; but the virtuous know, 'Tis not enough to clear ourselves, but the Suspicions of our shame. Lady B. Have you concluded Your lecture? Born. I have done; and howsoever My language may appear to you, it carries No other than my fair and just intent To your delights, without curb to their modest, And noble freedom. Lady B. I'll not be so tedious In my reply; but, without art or elegance, Assure you, I keep still my first opinion: And though you veil your avaricious meaning With handsome names of modesty and thrift, I find you would intrench and wound the liberty I was born with. Were my desires unprivileged By example, while my judgment thought 'em fit, You ought not to oppose; but when the practice And track of every honourable lady Authorise me, I take it great injustice To have my pleasures circumscribed, and taught me. A narrow-minded husband is a thief To his own fame, and his preferment too; He shuts his parts and fortunes from the world, While, from the popular vote and knowledge, men Rise to employment in the state. Born. I have No great ambition to buy preferment at So dear a rate. Lady B. Nor I to sell my honour, By living poor and sparingly; I was not Bred in that ebb of fortune, and my fate Shall not compel me to it. Born. I know not, Madam; but you pursue these ways Lady B. What ways? Born. In the strict sense of honesty, I dare Make oath they are innocent. Lady B. Do not divert, By busy troubling of your brain, those thoughts That should preserve 'em. Born. How was that? Lady B. 'Tis English. Born. But carries some unkind sense. Enter DECOY. Dec. Good morrow, my sweet madam. Lady B. Decoy! welcome; This visit is a favour. Dec. Alas, sweet madam, I cannot stay; I came but to present My service to your ladyship; I could not Pass by your door, but I must take the boldness To tender my respects. Lady B. You oblige me, madam; But I must not dispense so with your absence. Dec. Alas, the coach, madam, stays for me at the door. Lady B. Thou shalt command mine; prithee, sweet Decoy Dec. I would wait on you, madam, but I have many Visits to make this morning; I beseech Lady B. So you will promise to dine with me. Dec. I shall Present a guest. Lady B. Why, then good morrow, madam. Dec. A happy day shine on your ladyship! [Exit. Re-enter Steward. Lady B. What's your news, sir? Stew. Madam, two gentlemen. Lady B. What gentlemen? Have they no names? Stew. They are, The gentleman with his own head of hair, Whom you commended for his horsemanship In Hyde Park, and becoming so the saddle, The t'other day. Lady B. What circumstance is this To know him by? Stew. His name's at my tongue's end: He liked the fashion of your pearl chain, madam; And borrowed it for his jeweller to take A copy by it. Born. What cheating gallant's this? [Aside. Stew. That never walks without a lady's busk, And plays with fansMaster Alexander Kickshaw, I thought I should remember him. Lady B. What's the other? Stew. What an unlucky memory I have! The gallant that still danceth in the street, And wears a gross of ribbon in his hat; That carries oringado in his pocket, And sugar-plums, to sweeten his discourse; That studies compliment, defies all wit In black, and censures plays that are not bawdy Master John Littleworth. Lady B. They are welcome; but Pray entertain them a small time, lest I Be unprovided. Born. Did they ask for me? Stew. No, sir. Born. It matters not, they must be welcome. Lady B. Fie! how's this hair disordered? Here's a curl Straddles most impiously. I must to my closet. [Exit. Born. Wait on 'em; my lady will return again. [Exit Steward. I have to such a height fulfilled her humour, All application's dangerous: these gallants Must be received, or she will fall into A tempest, and the house be shook with names Of all her kindred. 'Tis a servitude I may in time shake off. Enter KICKSHAW and LITTLEWORTH. Kick and Little. Save you, Sir Thomas! Born. Save you, gentlemen! Kick. I kiss your hand. Born. What day is it abroad? Little. The morning rises from your lady's eye: If she look clear, we take the happy omen Of a fair day. Born. She'll instantly appear, To the discredit of your compliment; But you express your wit thus. Kick. And you modesty, Not to affect the praises of your own. Born. Leaving this subject, what game's now on foot? What exercise carries the general vote O' the town, now? nothing moves without your knowledge. Kick. The cocking now has all the noise; I'll have A hundred pieces on one battle.Oh, These birds of Mars! Little. Venus is Mars' bird too. Kick. Why, and the pretty doves are Venus's, To show that kisses draw the chariot. Little. I am for that skirmish. Born. When shall we have More booths and bagpipes upon Banstead downs? No mighty race is expected?But my lady Returns! Re-enter Lady BORNWELL. Lady B. Fair morning to you, gentlemen! You went not late to bed by your early visit. You do me honour. Kick. It becomes our service. Lady B. What news abroad? you hold precious intelligence. Little. All tongues are so much busy with your praise, They have not time to frame other discourse. Will't please you, madam, taste a sugar-plum? Born. What does the goldsmith think the pearl is worth You borrowed of my lady? Kick. 'Tis a rich one. Born. She has many other toys, whose fashion you Will like extremely: you have no intention To buy any of her jewels? Kick. Understand me Born. You had rather sell, perhaps. But leaving this. I hope you'll dine with us. Kick. I came o' purpose. Lady B. And where were you last night Kick. I, madam? where I slept not; it had been sin, where so much Delight and beauty was to keep me waking. There is a lady, madam, will be worth Your free society; my conversation Ne'er knew so elegant and brave a soul, With most incomparable flesh and blood; So spirited! so courtly! speaks the languages, Sings, dances, plays o' the lute to admiration! Is fair, and paints not; games too, keeps a table, And talks most witty satire; has a wit Of a clean Mercury Little. Is she married? Kick. No. Lady B. A virgin? Kick. Neither. Little. What! a widow! something Of this wide commendation might have been Excused. This such a prodigy! Kick. Repent, Before I name her: she did never see Yet full sixteen, an age, in the opinion Of wise men, not contemptible. She has Mourned out her year too for the honest knight That had compassion of her youth, and died So timely. Such a widow is not common; And now she shines more fresh and tempting Than any natural virgin. Lady B. What's her name? Kick. She was christened Celestina; by her husband, The Lady Bellamour: this ring was hers. Born. You borrowed it to copy out the posy. Kick. Are they not pretty rubies? 'twas a grace She was pleased to show me, that I might have one Made of the self-same fashion; for I love All pretty forms. Lady B. And is she glorious? Kick. She is full of jewels, madam; but I am Most taken with the bravery of her mind, Although her garments have all grace and ornament. Lady B. You have been high in praises. Kick. I come short; No flattery can reach her. Born. Now my lady Is troubled, as she feared to be eclipsed: This news will cost me somewhat. [Aside. Lady B. You deserve Her favour, for this noble character. Kick. And I possess it, by my stars benevolence. Lady B. You must bring us acquainted. Born. I pray do, sir; I long to see her too.Madam, I have Thought upon't, and corrected my opinion. Pursue what ways of pleasure your desires Incline you to, not only with my state, But with my person; I will follow you: I see the folly of my thrift, and will Repent in sack and prodigality, To your own heart's content. Lady B. But do not mock. Born. Take me to your embraces, gentlemen, And tutor me. Little. And will you kiss the ladies? Born. And sing and dance. I long to see this beauty; I would fain lose a hundred pounds at dice now. Thou shalt have another gown and petticoat To-morrow;will you sell me running-horses? We have no Greek wine in the house, I think; Pray send one of our footmen to the merchant, And throw the hogsheads of March-beer into The kennel, to make room for sack and claret. What think you to be drunk yet before dinner? We will have constant music, and maintain Them and their fiddles in fantastic liveries: I'll tune my voice to catches.I must have My dining-room enlarged, to invite ambassadors We'll feast the parish in the fields, and teach The military men new discipline, Who shall charge all their great artillery With oranges and lemons, boy, to play All dinner upon our capons. Kick. He's exalted! Born. I will do anything to please my lady, Let that suffice; and kiss o' the same condition. I am converted; do not you dispute, But patiently allow the miracle. Lady B. I am glad to hear you, sir, in so good tune. Enter Servant. Serv. Madam, the painter. Lady B. I am to sit this morning. Born. Do. While I give new directions to my steward. Kick. With your favour, we'll wait on you. Sitting's but a melancholy exercise without Some company to discourse. Lady B. It does conclude A lady's morning work. We rise, make fine, Sit for our picture, and 'tis time to dine. Little. Praying's forgot. Kick. 'Tis out of fashion. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in CELESTINA'S House. Enter CELESTINA and her Steward. Cel. Fie! what an air this room has! Stew. 'Tis perfumed. Cel. With some cheap stuff. Is it your wisdom's thrift To infect my nostrils thus? or is't to favour The gout in your worship's hand, you are afraid To exercise your pen in your account book? Or do you doubt my credit to discharge Your bills? Stew. Madam, I hope you have not found My duty, with the guilt of sloth or jealousy, Unapt to your command. Cel. You can extenuate Your faults with language, sir; but I expect To be obeyed. What hangings have we here! Stew. They are arras, madam. Cel. Impudence! I know't. I will have fresher, and more rich; not wrought With faces that may scandalize a Christian, With Jewish stories stuffed with corn and camels. You had best wrap all my chambers in wild Irish, And make a nursery of monsters here, To fright the ladies come to visit me. Stew. Madam, I hope Cel. I say I will have other, Good Master Steward, of a finer loom; Some silk and silver, if your worship please To let me be at so much cost. I'll have Stories to fit the seasons of the year, And change as often as I please. Stew. You shall, madam. Cel. I am bound to your consent, forsooth! And is My coach brought home? Stew. This morning I expect it. Cel. The inside, as I gave directions, Of crimson plush? Stew. Of crimson camel plush. Cel. Ten thousand moths consume't! Shall I ride through The streets in penance, wrapt up round in hair cloth? Sell't to an alderman, 'twill serve his wife To go a feasting to their country-house; Or fetch a merchant's nurse-child, and come home Laden with fruit and cheese-cakes. I despise it! Stew. The nails adorn it, madam, set in method, And pretty forms. Cel. But single gilt, I warrant. Stew. No, madam. Cel. Another solecism! Oh fie! This fellow will bring me to a consumption With fretting at his ignorance. Some lady Had rather never pray, than go to church in't. The nails not double gilt! To market with't; 'Twill hackney out to Mile-end, or convey Your city tumblers, to be drunk with cream And prunes at Islington. Stew. Good madam, hear me. Cel. I'll rather be beholding to my aunt The countess, for her mourning coach, than be Disparaged so. Shall any juggling tradesman Be at charge to shoe his running-horse with gold, And shall my coach nails be but single gilt! How dare these knaves abuse me so? Stew. Vouchsafe To hear me speak. Cel. Is my sedan yet finished, And liveries for my men-mules, according As I gave charge? Stew. Yes, madam, it is finished, But without tilting-plumes at the four corners; The scarlet's pure, but not embroidered. Cel. What mischief were it to your conscience Were my coach lined with tissue, and my harness Covered with needle-work? if my sedan Had all the story of the prodigal Embroidered with pearl? Stew. Alas, good madam, I know 'tis your own cost; I am but your steward, And would discharge my duty the best way. You have been pleased to hear me; 'tis not for My profit that I manage your estate, And save expense, but for your honour, madam. Cel. How, sir! my honour? Stew. Though you hear it not, Men's tongues are liberal in your character, Since you began to live thus high. I know Your fame is precious to you. Cel. I were best Make you my governor: audacious varlet! How dare you interpose your doating counsel! Mind your affairs with more obedience, Or I shall ease you of an offence, sir. Must I be limited to please your honour, Or, for the vulgar breath, confine my pleasures? I will pursue 'em in what shapes I fancy, Here, and abroad; my entertainments shall Be oftener, and more rich. Who shall control me? I live i' the Strand, whither few ladies come To live, and purchase, more than fame. I will Be hospitable then, and spare no cost That may engage all generous report To trumpet forth my bounty and my bravery, Till the court envy, and remove. I'll have My house the academy of wits, who shall Exalt their genius with rich sack and sturgeon, Write panegyrics of my feasts, and praise The method of my witty superfluities. The horses shall be taught, with frequent waiting Upon my gates, to stop in their career Toward Charing-cross, spite of the coachman's fury; And not a tilter but shall strike his plume, When he sails by my widow: my balcony Shall be the courtier's idol, and more gazed at Than all the pageantry at Temple Bar, By country clients. Stew. Sure my lady's mad. Cel. Take that for your ill manners. [Strikes him. Stew. Thank you, madam. I would there were less quicksilver in your fingers. [Exit. Cel. There's more than simple honesty in a servant Required to his full duty; none should dare But with a look, much less a saucy language, Check at their mistress' pleasure. I'm resolved To pay for some delight, my estate will bear it; I'll rein it shorter when I please. Re-enter Steward. Stew. A gentleman Desires to speak with your ladyship. Cel. His name? Stew. He says you know him not; he seems to be Of quality. Cel. Admit him. [Exit Steward. Enter HAIRCUT. Sir, with me? Hair. Madam, I know not how you may receive This boldness from me; but my fair intents Known, will incline you to be charitable. Cel. No doubt, sir. Hair. He must live obscurely, madam, That hath not heard what virtues you possess; And I, a poor admirer of your fame, Am come to kiss your hand. Cel. That all your business? Hair. Though it were worth much travel, I have more In my ambition. Cel. Speak it freely, sir. Hair. You are a widow. Cel. So! Hair. And I a bachelor. Cel. You come a wooing, sir, and would perhaps Show me a way to reconcile the two? Hair. And bless my stars for such a happiness. Cel. I like you, sir, the better, that you do not Wander about, but shoot home to the meaning; It is a confidence will make a man Know sooner what to trust to: but I never Saw you before, and I believe you come not With hope to find me desperate upon marriage. If maids, out of their ignorance of what Men are, refuse these offers, widows may, Out of their knowledge, be allowed some coyness: And yet I know not how much happiness A peremptory answer may deprive me of; You may be some young lord, and though I see not Your footmen and your groom, they may not be Far off, in conference with your horse. Please you To instruct me with your title, against which I would not willingly offend. Hair. I am A gentleman; my name is Haircut, madam. Cel. Sweet Master Haircut! are you a courtier? Hair. Yes. Cel. I did think so, by your confidence. Not to detain you, sir, with circumstance, I was not so unhappy in my husband, But that 'tis possible I may be a wife Again; but I must tell you, he that wins My affection, shall deserve me. Hair. I will hope, If you can love, I shall not present, madam, An object to displease you in my person: And when time, and your patience, shall possess you With further knowledge of me, and the truth Of my devotion, you will not repent The offer of my service. Cel. You say well. How long do you imagine you can love, sir? Is it a quotidian, or will it hold But every other day? Hair. You are pleasant, madam. Cel. Does it take you with a burning at the first, Or with a cold fit? for you gentlemen Have both your summer and your winter service. Hair. I am ignorant what you mean; but I shall never Be cold in my affection to such beauty. Cel. And 'twill be somewhat long ere I be warm in't. Hair. If you vouchsafe me so much honour, madam, That I may wait on you sometimes, I shall not Despair to see a change. Cel. But, now I know Your mind, you shall not need to tell it when You come again; I shall remember it. Hair. You make me fortunate. Re-enter Steward. Stew. Madam, your kinswomen, The lady Novice, and her sister, are New lighted from their coach. Cel. I did expect 'em, They partly are my pupils. I'll attend them. [Exit Steward. Hair. Madam, I have been too great a trespasser Upon your patience; I will take my leave: You have affairs, and I have some employment Calls me to court; I shall present again A servant to you. [Exit. Cel. Sir, you may present, But not give fire, I hope.Now to the ladies. This recreation's past, the next must be To read to them some court philosophy. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.A Room in Sir THOMAS BORNWELL'S House. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL. BORN. 'Tis a strange humour I have undertaken, To dance, and play, and spend as fast as she does; But I am resolved: it may do good upon her, And fright her into thrift. Nay, I'll endeavour To make her jealous too; if this do not Allay her gamboling, she's past a woman, And only a miracle must tame her. Enter Steward. Stew. 'Tis master Frederick, my lady's nephew. Born. What of him? Stew. Is come from the university. Born. By whose directions? Stew. It seems, my lady's. Born. Let me speak with him Before he sees his aunt. [Exit Stew.]I do not like it. Re-enter Steward, with FREDERICK, in his college dress. Master Frederick, welcome! I expected not So soon your presence; what's the hasty cause? Fred. These letters, from my tutor, will acquaint you. [Gives BORNWELL letters. Stew. Welcome home, sweet Master Frederick! Fred. Where's my aunt? Stew. She's busy about her painting, in her closet; The outlandish man of art is copying out Her countenance. Fred. She is sitting for her picture? Stew. Yes, sir; and when 'tis drawn she will be hanged Next the French cardinal, in the dining-room. But when she hears you are come, she will dismiss The Belgic gentleman, to entertain Your worship. Fred. Change of air has made you witty. Born. Your tutor gives you a handsome character, Frederick, and is sorry your aunt's pleasure Commands you from your studies; but I hope You have no quarrel to the liberal arts: Learning is an addition beyond Nobility of birth. Honour of blood, Without the ornament of knowledge, is A glorious ignorance. Fred. I never knew More sweet and happy hours than I employed Upon my books. I heard A part of my philosophy, and was so Delighted with the harmony of nature, I could have wasted my whole life upon it. Born. 'Tis pity a rash indulgence should corrupt So fair a genius! She's here; I'll observe. [Aside. Enter Lady BORNWELL, KICKSHAW, and LITTLEWORTH. Fred. My most loved aunt! Lady B. Support me, I shall faint. Little. What ails your ladyship? Lady B. Is that Frederick, In black? Kick. Yes, madam; but the doublet's satin. Lady B. The boy's undone! Fred. Madam, you appear troubled. Lady B. Have I not cause? Was not I trusted with Thy education, boy, and have they sent thee Home like a very scholar! Kick. 'Twas ill done, Howe'er they used him in the university, To send him to his, friends thus. Fred. Why, sir? black, (For 'tis the colour that offends your eye-sight,) Is not, within my reading, any blemish; Sables are no disgrace in heraldry. Kick. 'Tis coming from the college thus, that makes it Dishonourable. While you wore it for Your father, it was commendable; or were Your aunt dead, you might mourn, and justify. Lady B. What luck I did not send him into France! They would have given him generous education, Taught him another garb, to wear his lock, And shape, as gaudy as the summer; how To dance, and wag his feather à-la-mode, To compliment, and cringe; to talk not modestly, Like, "ay forsooth," and "no forsooth;" to blush, And look so like a chaplain!There he might Have learned a brazen confidence, and observed So well the custom of the country, that He might, by this time, have invented fashions For us, and been a benefit to the kingdom; Preserved our tailors in their wits, and saved The charge of sending into foreign courts For pride and antic fashions.Observe In what a posture he does hold his hat now! Fred. Madam, with your pardon you have practised Another dialect than was taught me when I was commended to your care and breeding. I understand not this; Latin or Greek Are more familiar to my apprehension: Logic was not so hard in my first lectures As your strange language. Lady B. Some strong waters; oh! Little. Comfits will be as comfortable to your stomach, madam. [Offers his box. Lady B. I fear he's spoiled for ever! he did name Logic, and may, for aught I know, be gone So far to understand it. I did always Suspect they would corrupt him in the college. Will your Greek saws and sentences discharge The mercer? or is Latin a fit language To court a mistress in?Master Alexander, If you have any charity, let me Commend him to your breeding.I suspect I must employ my doctor first, to purge The university that lies in's head; It alters his complexion. Kick. If you dare Trust me to serve him Lady B. Master Littleworth, Be you joined in commission. Little. I will teach him Postures and rudiments. Lady B. I have no patience To see him in this shape; it turns my stomach. When he has cast his academic skin He shall be your's. I am bound in conscience To see him bred; his own state shall maintain The charge, while he's my ward.Come hither, sir. Fred. What does my aunt mean to do with me? Stew. To make you a fine gentleman, and translate you Out of your learned language, sir, into The present Goth and Vandal, which is French. Born. Into what mischief will this humour ebb? She will undo the boy; I see him ruined. My patience is not manly: but I must Use stratagem to reduce her: open ways Give me no hope. [Aside. Stew. You shall be obeyed, madam. [Exeunt all but FREDERICK and Steward. Fred. Master Steward, are you sure we do not dream? Was't not my aunt you talked to? Stew. One that loves you Dear as her life. These clothes do not become you, You must have better, sir Fred. These are not old. Stew. More suitable to the town and time; we keep No Lent here, nor is't my lady's pleasure you Should fast from anything you have a mind to; Unless it be your learning, which she would have you Forget with all convenient speed that may be, For the credit of your noble family. The case is altered since we lived i' the country; We do not now invite the poor o' the parish To dinner, keep a table for the tenants; Our kitchen does not smell of beef; the cellar Defies the price of malt and hops; the footmen And coach-drivers may be drunk like gentlemen, With wine; nor will three fiddlers upon holidays, With aid of bag-pipes, that called in the country To dance, and plough the hall up with their hob-nails, Now make my lady merry. We do feed Like princes, and feast nothing else but princes; And are these robes fit to be seen amongst 'em? Fred. My lady keeps a court then! Is Sir Thomas Affected with this state and cost? Stew. He was not; But is converted: and I hope you will not Persist in heresy, but take a course Of riot, to content your friends; you shall Want nothing, if you can be proud, and spend it For my lady's honour. Here are a hundred Pieces, will serve you till you have new clothes; I will present you with a nag of mine, Poor tender of my service, please you accept; My lady's smile more than rewards me for it. I must provide fit servants to attend you, Monsieurs, for horse and foot. Fred. I shall submit, If this be my aunt's pleasure, and be ruled; My eyes are opened with this purse already, And sack will help to inspire me. I must spend it? Stew. What else, sir? Fred. I'll begin with you: to encourage You to have still a special care of me, There is five pieces,not for your nag. Stew. No, sir; I hope it is not. Fred. Buy a beaver For thy own block; I shall be ruled. Who does Command the wine cellar? Stew. Who commands but you, sir? Fred. I'll try to drink a health or two, my aunt's, Or anybody's; and if that foundation Stagger me not too much, I will commence In all the arts of London. Stew. If you find, sir, The operation of the wine exalt Your blood to the desire of any female Delight, I know your aunt will not deny Any of her chambermaids to practise on; She loves you but too well. Fred. I know not how I may be for that exerciseFarewell, Aristotle Prithee commend me to the library At Westminster; my bones I bequeath thither, And to the learned worms that mean to visit 'em. I will compose myself; I begin to think I have lost time indeed.Come to the wine cellar. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in CELESTINA'S House. Enter CELESTINA, MARIANA, and ISABELLA. Mar. But shall we not, madam, expose ourselves To censure for this freedom? Cel. Let them answer, That dare mistake us. Shall we be so much Cowards, to be frighted from our pleasure, Because men have malicious tongues, and show What miserable souls they have? No, cousin, We hold our life and fortunes upon no Man's charity; if they dare show so little Discretion to traduce our fames, we will Be guilty of so much wit to laugh at them. Isab. 'Tis a becoming fortitude. Cel. My stars Are yet kind to me; for, in a happy minute Be it spoke, I'm not in love, and men shall never Make my heart lean with sighing, nor with tears Draw on my eyes the infamy of spectacles. 'Tis the chief principle to keep your heart Under your own obedience; jest, but love not. I say my prayers, yet can wear good clothes, And only satisfy my tailor for them. I will not lose my privilege. Mar. And yet they say your entertainments are, Give me your pardon, madam, to proclaim Yourself a widow, and to get a husband. Cel. As if a lady of my years, some beauty, Left by her husband rich, that had mourned for him A twelvemonth too, could live so obscure i' the town, That gallants would not know her, and invite Themselves, without her chargeable proclamations! Then we are worse than citizens: no widow Left wealthy can be thoroughly warm in mourning, But some one noble blood, or lusty kindred, Claps in, with his gilt coach, and Flandrian trotters, And hurries her away to be a countess. Courtiers have spies, and great ones with large titles, Cold in their own estates, would warm themselves At a rich city bonfire. Isab. Most true, madam. Cel. No matter for corruption of the blood: Some undone courtier made her husband rich, And this new lord receives it back again. Admit it were my policy, and that My entertainments pointed to acquaint me With many suitors, that I might be safe, And make the best election, could you blame me? Mar. Madam, 'tis wisdom. Cel. But I should be In my thoughts miserable, to be fond Of leaving the sweet freedom I possess, And court myself into new marriage fetters. I now observe men's several wits, and windings, And can laugh at their follies. Mar. You have given A most ingenious satisfaction. Cel. One thing I'll tell you more, and this I give you Worthy your imitation, from my practice: You see me merry, full of song and dancing, Pleasant in language, apt to all delights That crown a public meeting; but you cannot Accuse me of being prodigal of my favours To any of my guests. I do not summon, By any wink, a gentleman to follow me, To my withdrawing chamber; I hear all Their pleas in court, nor can they boast abroad, And do me justice, after a salute, They have much conversation with my lip. I hold the kissing of my hand a courtesy, And he that loves me, must, upon the strength Of that, expect till I renew his favour. Some ladies are so expensive in their graces, To those that honour them, and so prodigal, That in a little time they have nothing but The naked sin left to reward their servants; Whereas, a thrift in our rewards will keep Men long in their devotion, and preserve Ourselves in stock, to encourage those that honour us. Isab. This is an art worthy a lady's practice. Cel. It takes not from the freedom of our mirth, But seems to advance it, when we can possess Our pleasures with security of our honour; And, that preserved, I welcome all the joys My fancy can let in. In this I have given The copy of my mind, nor do I blush You understand it. Isab. You have honoured us. Enter CELESTINA'S Gentlewoman. Gentlew. Madam, Sir William Scentlove's come, to wait on you. Cel. There's one would be a client.Make excuse For a few minutes. [Exit Gentlewoman. Mar. One that comes a wooing? Cel. Such a thing he would seem, but in his guiltiness Of little land, his expectation is not So valiant as it might be. He wears rich clothes, And feeds with noblemen; to some, I hear, No better than a wanton emissary, Or scout for Venus' wild fowl; which made tame, He thinks no shame to stand court sentinel, In hope of the reversion. Mar. I have heard That some of them are often my lord's tasters, The first fruits they condition for, and will Exact as fees, for the promotion. Cel. Let them agree, there's no account shall lie For me among their traffic. Re-enter Gentlewoman. Gentlew. Master Haircut, madam, Is new come in, to tender you his service. Cel. Let him discourse a little with Sir William. Mar. What is this gentleman, Master Haircut, madam? I note him very gallant, and much courted By gentlemen of quality. Cel. I know not, More than a trim gay man; he has some great office, Sure, by his confident behaviour: He would be entertained under the title Of servant to me, and I must confess, He is the sweetest of all men that visit me. Isab. How mean you, madam? Cel. He is full of powder; He will save much in perfume for my chamber, Were he but constant here. Give them access. [Exit Gentlewoman. Enter Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE and HAIRCUT. Scent. Madam, the humblest of your servants is Exalted to a happiness, if you smile Upon my visit. Hair. I must beg your charity Upon my rudeness, madam; I shall give That day up lost to any happiness, When I forgot to tender you my service. Cel. You practise courtship, gentlemen. Scent. But cannot Find wherewith more desert to exercise it. What lady's this, I pray? Cel. A kinswoman Of mine, Sir William. Scent. I am more her servant. Cel. You came from court, now, I presume? Hair. 'Tis, madam, The sphere I move in, and my destiny Was kind to place me there, where I enjoy All blessings that a mortal can possess, That lives not in your presence; and I should Fix my ambition, when you would vouchsafe Me so much honour, to accept from me An humble entertainment there. Cel. But by What name shall I be known? in what degree Shall I be of kindred to you? Hair. How mean you, madam? Cel. Perhaps you'll call me sister, I shall take it A special preferment; or it may be I may pass under title of your mistress, If I seem rich, and fair enough, to engage Your confidence to own me. Hair. I would hope Cel. But 'tis not come to that yet: you will, sir, Excuse my mirth. Hair. Sweet madam! Cel. Shall I take Boldness to ask what place you hold in court? 'Tis an uncivil curiosity; But you'll have mercy to a woman's question. Hair. My present condition, madam, carries Honour and profit, though not to be named With that employment I expect i' the state, Which shall discharge the first maturity Upon your knowledge; until then, I beg You allow a modest silence. Cel. I am charmed, sir; And if you 'scape ambassador, you cannot Reach a preferment wherein I'm against you. But where is Sir William Scentlove? Hair Give him leave To follow his nose, madam, while he hunts In view,he'll soon be at a fault. Cel. You know him? Hair. Know Scentlove? not a page but can decipher him; The waiting-women know him to a scruple; He's called the blister-maker of the town. Cel. What's that? Hair. The laundry ladies can resolve you, And you may guess: an arrant epicure, As this day lives, born to a pretty wit, A knight, too; but no gentleman. I must Be plain to you;your ladyship may have Use of this knowledge, but conceal the author. Scent. I kiss your fairest hand. Mar. You make a difference; Pray reconcile them to an equal whiteness. Scent. You wound my meaning, lady. Cel. Nay, Sir William Has the art of compliment. Scent. Madam, you honour me 'Bove my desert of language. Cel. Will you please To enrich me with your knowledge of that gentleman? Scent. Do you not know him, madam? Cel. What is he? Scent. A camphire ball; you shall know more hereafter; He shall tell you himself, and save my character; Till then,you see he's proud. Cel. One thing, gentlemen, I observe in your behaviour, which is rare In two that court one mistress: you preserve A noble friendship; there's no gum within Your hearts; you cannot fret, or show an envy Of one another's hope; some would not govern Their passions with that temper! Scent. The whole world Shall nor divorce our friendship.Master Haircut! Would I had lives to serve him! he is lost To goodness does not honour him. Hair. My knight! Cel. This is right playing at court shuttlecock. [Aside. Re-enter Gentlewoman. Gentlew. Madam, there is a gentleman desires To speak with you, one Sir Thomas Bornwell. Cel. Bornwell? Gentlew. He says he is a stranger to your ladyship. Scent. I know him. Hair. Your neighbour, madam. Scent. Husband to The lady that so revels in the Strand. Hair. He has good parts, they say, but cannot help His lady's bias. Cel. They have both much fame I' the town, for several merits. Pray admit him. [Exit Gentlewoman. Hair. What comes he for? [Aside. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL. Born. Your pardon, noble lady, that I have Presumed, a stranger to your knowledge, [Salutes CELESTINA. Cel. Sir, Your worth was here before you, and your person Cannot be here ungrateful. Born. 'Tis the bounty Of your sweet disposition, madam.Make me Your servant, lady, by her fair example, To favour me. [Offers to salute ISABELLA, who turns from him.]I never knew one turn Her cheek to a gentleman that come to kiss her, But she'd a stinking breath [Aside.]Your servant, gentlemen. Will Scentlove, how is't? Cel. I am sorry, coz, To accuse you; we in nothing more betray Ourselves to censure of ridiculous pride, Than answering a fair salute too rudely. Oh, it shows ill upon a gentlewoman Not to return the modest lip, if she Would have the world believe her breath is not Offensive. Born. Madam, I have business With you. Scent. His looks are pleasant. Cel. With me, sir? Born. I hear you have an excellent wit, madam; I see you are fair. Cel. The first is but report; And do not trust your eye-sight for the last, 'Cause I presume you're mortal, and may err. Hair. He is very gamesome. Born. You have an excellent voice, (They say you catched it from a dying swan,) With which, joined to the harmony of your lute, You ravish all mankind. Cel. Ravish mankind? Born. With their consent. Cel. It were the stranger rape; But there's the less indictment lies against it: And there is hope your little honesties Cannot be much the worse, for men do rather Believe they had a maidenhead, than put Themselves to the rack of memory how long 'Tis since they left the burden of their innocence. Born. Why, you are bitter, madam! Cel. So is physic; I do not know your constitution. Born. You shall, if't please you, madam. Cel. You're too hasty, I must examine what certificate You have first, to prefer you. Born. Fine! certificate? Cel. Under your lady's hand and seal. Born. Go to; I see you are a wag. Cel. But take heed how You trust to't. Born. I can love you in my wedlock, As well as that young gallant o' the first hair, Or the knight-bachelor; and can return As amorous delight to your soft bosom. Cel. Your person and your language are both strangers. Born. But may be more familiar; I have those That dare make affidavit for my body. Cel. Do you mean your surgeon? Born. My surgeon, madam? I know not how you value my abilities, But I dare undertake as much, to express My service to your ladyship, and with As fierce ambition fly to your commands, As the most valiant of these lay siege to you. Cel. You dare not, sir. Born. How, madam? Cel. I will justify it. You dare not marry me; and I imagine Some here, should I consent, would fetch a priest Out of the fire. Born. I have a wife indeed. Cel. And there's a statue not repealed, I take it. Born. You're in the right; I must confess you've hit And bled me in a master vein. Cel. You think I took you on the advantage; use your best Skill at defence, I'll come up to your valour, And show another work you dare not do: You dare not, sir, be virtuous. Born. I dare, By this fair hand I dare; and ask a pardon, If my rude words offend your innocence, Which, in a form so beautiful, would shine To force a blush in them suspected it, And from the rest draw wonder. Hair. I like not Their secret parley; shall I interrupt them? Isab. By no means, sir. Scent. Sir Thomas was not wont To show so much a courtier. Mar. He cannot Be prejudicial to you; suspect not Your own deserts so much; he's married. Born. I have other business, madam: you keep music: I came to try how you can dance. Cel. You did?I'll try his humour out of breath. [Aside. Although I boast no cunning, sir, in revels, If you desire to show your art that way, I can wait on you. Born. You much honour me; Nay, all must join to make a harmony. [They dance. Born. I have nothing now, madam, but to beseech, After a pardon for my boldness, you Would give occasion to pay my gratitude: I have a house will be much honoured, If you vouchsafe your presence; and a wife Desires to present herself your servant. I came with the ambition to invite you, Deny me not; your person you shall trust On fair security. Cel. Sir, although I use not This freedom with a stranger, you shall have No cause to hold me obstinate. Born. You grace me. Sir William Scentlove Hair. I must take my leave. You will excuse me, madam; court attendances Cel. By any means. Born. Ladies, you will vouchsafe Your company? Isab. We wait upon you, sir. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.Lord A. 's House.A dressing Room, with table and looking-glass; HAIRCUT preparing a peruke. LORD. [Within.]What hour is't? Hair. 'Bout three o'clock, my lord. Lord. 'Tis time to rise. Enter Lord A., in his dressing-gown. Hair. Your lordship went but late To bed last night. Lord. 'Twas early in the morning. Sec. [Within.]Expect awhile, my lord is busy. Enter Secretary. Lord. What's the matter? Sec. Here is a lady Desires access to you upon some affairs, She says, may specially concern your lordship. Lord. A lady? what's her name? Sec. Madam Decoy. Lord. Decoy? Prithee admit her.[Exit Secretary. Re-enter Secretary, with DECOY. Have you business, madam, With me? Dec. And such, I hope, as will not be Offensive to your lordship. Lord. I pray speak it. Dec. I would desire your lordship's ear more private. Lord. Wait i' the next chamber till I call. [Exeunt HAIRCUT and Secretary.]Now, madam. Dec. Although I am a stranger to your lordship, I would not lose a fair occasion offered, To show how much I honour, and would serve you. Lord. Please you to give me the particular, That I may know the extent of my engagement. I am ignorant by what desert you should Be encouraged to have care of me. Dec. My lord, I will take boldness to be plain; beside Your other excellent parts, you have much fame For your sweet inclination to our sex. Lord. How do you mean, madam? Dec. I' that way your lordship Hath honourably practised upon some Not to be named. Your noble constancy To a mistress, hath deserved our general vote; And I, a part of womankind, have thought How to express my duty. Lord. In what, madam? Dec. Be not so strange, my lord; I knew the beauty And pleasures of your eyes; that handsome creature With whose fair life all your delight took leave, And to whose memory you have paid too much Sad tribute. Lord. What's all this? Dec. This: if your lordship Accept my service, in pure zeal to cure Your melancholy, I could point where you might Repair your loss. Lord. Your ladyship, I conceive, Doth traffic in flesh merchandize. Dec. To men Of honour, like yourself. I am well known To some in court, and come not with ambition Now to supplant your officer. Lord. What is The Lady of Pleasure you prefer? Dec. A lady Of birth and fortune, one upon whose virtue I may presume, the Lady Aretina. Lord. Wife to Sir Thomas Bornwell? Dec. The same, sir. Lord. Have you prepared her? Dec. Not for your lordship, till I have found your pulse. I am acquainted with her disposition, She has a very appliable nature. Lord. And, madam, when expect you to be whipped For doing these fine favours? Dec. How, my lord? Your lordship does but jest, I hope; you make A difference between a lady that Does honourable offices, and one They call a bawd. Your lordship was not wont To have such coarse opinion of our practice. Lord. The Lady Aretina is my kinswoman. Dec. What if she be, my lord? the nearer blood, The dearer sympathy. Lord. I'll have thee carted. Dec. Your lordship will not so much stain your honour And education, to use a woman Of my quality Lord. 'Tis possible you may Be sent off with an honourable convoy Of halberdiers. Dec. Oh, my good lord! Lord. Your ladyship shall be no protection, If you but stay three minutes. Dec. I am gone. When next you find rebellion in your blood, May all within ten mile o' the court turn honest! [Exit. Lord. I do not find that proneness, since the fair Bella Maria died; my blood is cold, Nor is there beauty enough surviving To heighten me to wantonness.Who waits? Re-enter HAIRCUT and Secretary. And what said my lady? Hair. The silent language of her face, my lord, Was not so pleasant, as it showed upon Her entrance. Lord. Would any man that meets This lady take her for a bawd? Hair. She does The trade an honour, credit to the profession. We may, in time, see baldness, quarter noses, And rotten legs to take the wall of footcloths. Lord. I have thought better; call the lady back. I will not lose this opportunity. Bid her not fear. [Exit Secretary.]The favour is not common, And I'll reward it. I do wonder much Will Scentlove was not here to-day. Hair. I heard him say this morning he would wait Upon your lordship. She is returned, sir. Re-enter Secretary and DECOY. Sec. Madam, be confident, my lord's not angry. Lord. You return welcome, madam; you are better Read in your art, I hope, than to be frighted With any shape of anger, when you bring Such news to gentlemen. Madam, you shall Soon understand how I accept the office. Dec. You are the first lord, since I studied carriage, That showed such infidelity and fury Upon so kind a message. Every gentleman Will show some breeding; but if one right honourable Should not have noble blood Lord. You shall return My compliment, in a letter, to my lady Aretina. Favour me with a little patience. Show her that chamber. Dec. I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt DECOY and HAIRCUT.Secretary seats himself at a table. Lord. Write,"Madam, where your honour is in danger, my love must not be silent." Enter Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE and KICKSHAW. Scentlove and Kickshaw! Kick. Your lordship's busy, Lord. Writing a letter;nay, it shall not bar Any discourse. [Walks alternately to the Secretary and to SCENTLOVE and KICKSHAW. Sec. "Silent." Lord. "Though I be no physician, I may prevent a fever in your blood." And where have you spent the morning's conversation? Scent. Where you would have given the best barbary In your stable, to have met on honourable terms. Lord. What new beauty? You acquaint yourselves With none but wonders. Scent. 'Tis too low,a miracle. Lord. It will require a strong faith. Sec. "Your blood." Lord. "If you be innocent, preserve your fame, lest this Decoy-madam betray it, to your repentance." By what name is she known? Scent. Ask Alexander. He knows her. Kick. Whom? Scent. The lady Celestina. Lord. He has a vast knowledge of ladies. 'Las, poor Alexander! When dost thou mean thy body shall lie fallow? Kick. When there is mercy in a petticoat: I must turn pilgrim for some breath. Lord. I think 'Twere cooler travel, if you examine it, Upon the hoof through Spain. Scent. Through Ethiopia. Lord. Nay, less laborious to serve a prenticeship In Peru, and dig gold out of the mine, Though all the year were dog-days. Sec. "To repentance." Lord. "In brief, this lady, could you fall from virtue, within my knowledge, will not blush to be a bawd." Scent. But hang 't, 'tis honourable journey-work; Thou art famous by it, and thy name's up. Kick. So, sir! Let me ask you a question, my dear knight: Which is less servile, to bring up the pheasant, And wait, or sit at table uncontrolled, And carve to my own appetite? Scent. No more; Thou'rt witty, as I am. Sec. "A bawd." Scent. How's that? Kick. Oh, You are famous by't, and your name's up, sir. Lord. "Be wise, and reward my caution with timely care of yourself, so I shall not repent to be known your loving kinsman and servant" Gentlemen, the lady Celestina, Is she so rare a thing? Kick. If you'll have my Opinion, my lord, I never saw So sweet, so fair, so rich a piece of nature. Lord. I'll show thee a fairer presently, to shame Thy eyes and judgment; look on that. [Gives him a miniature.]So; I'll subscribe. [Signs his name to the letter. Seal it; I'll excuse your pen for the direction. Kick. Bella Maria's picture! she was handsome. Scent. But not to be compared Lord. Your patience, gentlemen; I'll return instantly. [Exit. Kick. Whither is my lord gone? Sec. To a lady i' the next chamber. Scent. What is she? Sec. You shall pardon me, I am his secretary. Scent. I was wont to be of his counsel. A new officer, And I not know't? I am resolved to batter All other with the praise of Celestina: I must retain him. Re-enter Lord A. Lord. Has not that object Convinced your erring judgments? Kick. What! this picture? Lord. Were but your thoughts as capable as mine Of her idea, you would wish no thought That were not active in her praise, above All worth and memory of her sex. Scent. She was fair, I must confess; but had your lordship looked With eyes more narrow, and some less affection, Upon her face, Kick. I do not love the copies Of any dead, they make me dream of goblins; Give me a living mistress, with but half The beauty of Celestina. [Returns the miniature. Come, my lord, 'Tis pity that a lord of so much flesh Should waste upon a ghost, when they are living Can give you a more honourable consumption. Scent. Why, do you mean, my lord, to live an infidel? Do, and see what will come on't; observe still, And dote upon your vigils; build a chamber Within a rock, a tomb among the worms, Not far off, where you may, in proof apocryphal, Court 'em not to devour the pretty pile Of flesh your mistress carried to the grave. There are no women in the world; all eyes, And tongues, and lips, are buried in her coffin! Lord. Why, do you think yourselves competent judges Of beauty, gentlemen? Both. What should hinder us? Kick. I have seen and tried as many as another, With a mortal back. Lord. Your eyes are bribed, And your hearts chained to some desires; you cannot Enjoy the freedom of a sense. kick. Your lordship Has a clear eyesight, and can judge and penetrate. Lord. I can, and give a perfect censure of Each line and point; distinguish beauty from A thousand forms, which your corrupted optics Would pass for natural. Scent. I desire no other Judge should determine us, and if your lordship Dare venture but your eyes upon this lady, I'll stand their justice, and be confident You shall give Celestina victory, And triumph, o'er all beauties past and living. Kick. I dare, my lord, venture a suit of clothes, You'll be o'ercome. Lord. You do not know my fortitude. Scent. Nor frailty; you dare not trust yourself to see her. Lord. Think you so, gentlemen? I dare see this creatrue To make you know your errors, and the difference Of her, whose memory is my saint. Not trust My senses! I dare see, and speak with her. Which holds the best acquaintance to prepare My visit to her? Scent. I will do't, my lord. Kick. She is a lady free in entertainments. Lord. I would give this advantage to your cause, Bid her appear in all the ornaments Did ever wait on beauty, all the riches Pride can put on, and teach her face more charms Than ever poet drest up Venus in; Bid her be all the Graces, and the queen Of love in one, I'll see her, Scentlove, and Bring off my heart, armed but with a single thought Of one that's dead, without a wound; and when I have made your folly prisoner, I'll laugh at you. Scent. She shall expect you; trust to me for knowledge. Lord. I'm for the present somewhere else engaged; Let me hear from you. [Exit. Scent. So! I am glad he's yet So near conversion. Kick. I am for Aretina. Scent. No mention of my lord. Kick. Prepare his lady, 'Tis time he were reduced to the old sport; One lord like him more would undo the court. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in Sir THOMAS BORNWELL'S House. Enter Lady BORNWELL with a letter, and DECOY. Dec. He is the ornament of your blood, madam; I am much bound to his lordship. Lady B. He gives you A noble character, Dec. 'Tis his goodness, madam. Lady B. I wanted such an engine. My lord has Done me a courtesy, to disclose her nature; I now know one to trust, and will employ her. [Aside. Touching my lord, for reasons which I shall Offer to your ladyship hereafter, I Desire you would be silent; but, to show How much I dare be confident in your secrecy, I pour my bosom forth: I love a gentleman, One whom there would not need much conjuration To meet.Your ear. [Whispers her. Dec. I apprehend you, and I shall Be happy to be serviceable. I am sorry Your ladyship did not know me before now: I have done offices: and not a few Of the nobility but have done feats Within my house, which is convenient For situation, and artful chambers, And pretty pictures to provoke the fancy. Enter LITTLEWORTH. Little. Madam, all pleasures languish in your absence. Lady B. Your pardon a few minutes, sir.You must Contrive it thus. [Walks aside with DECOY. Little. I attend, and shall account it Honour to wait on your return. Lady B. He must not Have the least knowledge of my name or person. Dec. I have practised that already for some great ones, And dare again, to satisfy you, madam; I have a thousand ways to do sweet offices. Little. If this Lady Aretina should be honest, I have lost time: she's free as air; I must Have closer conference, and if I have art, Make her affect me in revenge. Dec. This evening? Leave me to manage things. Lady B. You will oblige me. Dec. You shall command my art, and thank me after. [Exit. Lady B. I hope the revels are maintained within? Little. By Sir Thomas and his mistress. Lady B. How? his mistress? Little. The lady Celestina; I never saw Eyes shoot more amorous interchange. Lady B. Is't so? Little. He wears her favour with more pride Lady B. Her favour? Little. A feather that he ravished from her fan; And is so full of courtship! which she smiles on. Lady B. 'Tis well. Little. And praises her beyond all poetry. Lady B. I am glad he has so much wit. Little. Not jealous! [Aside. Lady B. This secures me. What would make other ladies pale With jealousy, gives but license to my wanderings. Let him now tax me, if he dare; and yet Her beauty's worth my envy, and I wish Revenge upon it, not because he loves, But that it shines above my own. [Aside. Enter KICKSHAW. Kick. Dear madam! Lady B. I have it.You two gentlemen profess Much service to me; if I have a way To employ your wit and secrecy? Both. You'll honour us. Lady B. You gave a high and worthy character Of Celestina. Kick. I remember, madam. Lady B. Do either of you love her? Kick. Not I, madam. Little. I would not, if I might. Lady B. She's now my guest, And, by a trick, invited by my husband, To disgrace me.You, gentlemen, are held Wits of the town, the consuls that do govern The senate here, whose jeers are all authentic. The taverns and the ordinaries are Made academies, where you come, and all Your sins and surfeits made the time's example. Your very nods can quell a theatre, No speech or poem good without your seal; You can protect scurrility, and publish, By your authority believed, no rapture Ought to have honest meaning. Kick. Leave our characters. Little. And name the employment. Lady B. You must exercise The strength of both your wits upon this lady, And talk her into humbleness or anger, Both which are equal, to my thought. If you Dare undertake this slight thing for my sake, My favour shall reward it; but be faithful, And seem to let all spring from your own freedom. Kick. This all! We can defame her; if you please, My friend shall call her whore, or any thing, And never be endangered to a duel. Lady B. How's that? Kick. He can endure a cudgelling, and no man Will fight after so fair a satisfaction: But leave us to our art, and do not limit us. Lady B. They are here; begin not till I whisper you. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL, CELESTINA, MARIANA, and ISABELLA. Lady B. Je vous prie, madame, d'excuser l'importunité de mes affaires, qui m'ont fait offenser, par mon absence, une dame de laquelle j'ai r eçu tant d'obligations. Cel. Pardonnez moi, madame; vous me faites trop d'honneur. Lady B. C'est bien de la douceur de votre naturel, que rous tenez cette langage; mais j'espère que mon mari n'a pas manqué de vous entretenir en mon absence. Cel. En vérité, monsieur nous a fort obligé. Lady B. Il cut trop failli, s'il n'eut taché de tout son pouvoir 224; vous rendre toutes sortes de services. Cel. C'est de sa bonté qu'il nous a tant favorisé. Lady B. De la vôtre plutôt, madame, que vous fait donner d'interprétation si bénigne à ses efforts. Cel. Je vois bien que la victoire sera toujours à madame, et de langage et de la courtesie. Lady B. Vraiment, madame, que jamais personne a plus désiré l'honneur de votre compagnie que moi. Cel. Laissons-en, je vous supplie, des complimens, et permettez à votre servante de vous baiser les mains. Lady B. Vous m'obligez trop. Born. I have no more patience; let's be merry again In our own language: madam, our mirth cools. Our nephew! Enter FREDERICK intoxicated, and Steward. Lady B. Passion of my brain! Fred. Save you, gentlemen! save you, ladies! Lady B. I am undone. Fred. I must salute; no matter at which end I begin. [Salutes CELESTINA. Lady B. There's a compliment! Cel. Is this your nephew, madam? Lady B. Je vous prie, madame, d'excuser les habits et le rude comportement de mon cousin. Il est tout fraîchement venu de l'université, où on l'a tout gâté. Cel. Excusez moi, madame, il est bien accompli. Fred. This language should be French by the motions of your heads, and the mirth of your faces. Lady B. I am dishonoured. Fred. 'Tis one of the finest tongues for ladies to show their teeth in: if you'll Latin it, I am for you, or Greek it; my tailor has not put me into French yet. Mille basia, basia mille. Cel. Je ne vous entends pas, monsieur; I understand you not, sir. Fred. Why, so! You and I then shall be in charity; For though we should be abusive, we have the benefit Not to understand one another. Where's my aunt? I did hear music somewhere; and my brains, Tuned with a bottle of your capering claret, Made haste to show their dancing. Little. Please you, madam. [Offering his box of sweetmeats to CELESTINA. They are very comfortable. Stew. Alas, madam, How would you have me help it? I did use All means I could, after he heard the music, To make him drunk, in hope so to contain him; But the wine made him lighter, and his head Flew hither, ere I missed his heels. Kick. Nay, he Spoke Latin to the lady. Lady B. Oh, most unpardonable! Get him off quickly, and discreetly too. Or, if I live Stew. It is not in my power; he swears I am An absurd sober fellow; and if you keep A servant in his house to cross his humour, When the rich sword and belt come home, he'll kill him. Lady B. What shall I do? Try your skill, Master Littleworth. Little. He has ne'er a sword.Sweet master Frederick Born. 'Tis pity, madam, such a scion should Be lost; but you are clouded. Cel. Not I, sir, I never found myself more clear at heart. Born. I could play with a feather; your fan, lady. Gentlemen, Aretina, ta, ra, ra, ra! Come, madam. Fred. Why, my good tutor in election, You might have been a scholar. Little. But I thank My friends, they brought me up a little better. Give me the town wits, that deliver jests Clean from the bow, that whistle in the air, And cleave the pin at twelvescore! Ladies do But laugh at a gentleman that has any learning; 'Tis sin enough to have your clothes suspected. Leave us, and I will find a time to instruct you. Come, here are sugar plums; 'tis a good Frederick. Fred. Why, is not this my aunt's house in the Strand? The noble rendezvous? Who laughs at me? Go, I will root here if I list, and talk Of rhetoric, logic, Latin, Greek, or any thing, And understand 'em too; who says the contrary? Yet, in a fair way, I contemn all learning, And will be as ignorant as he, or he, Or any taffata, satin, scarlet, plush, Tissue, or cloth o' bodkin gentleman, Whose manners are most gloriously infected. Did you laugh at me, lady? Cel. Not I, sir; But if I did show mirth upon your question, I hope you would not beat me, little gentleman? Fred. How! "little gentleman?" you dare not say These words to my new clothes, and fighting sword. Lady B. Nephew Frederick! Fred. "Little gentleman!" 'Tis an affront both to my blood and person. I am a gentleman of as tall a birth As any boast nobility; though my clothes Smell o' the lamp, my coat is honourable, Right honourable, full of or and argent. A "little gentleman!" Born. Coz, you must be patient; My lady meant you no dishonour, and You must remember she's a woman. Fred. Is she a woman? that's another matter. Do you hear? my uncle tells me what you are. Cel. So, sir. Fred. You called me "little gentleman." Cel. I did, sir. Fred. A little pink has made a lusty ship Strike her top-sail; the crow may beard the elephant, A whelp may tame the tiger, spite of all False decks and murderers; and a "little gentleman" Be hard enough to grapple with your ladyship, Top and top-gallant.Will you go drink, uncle, T' other enchanted bottle? you and I Will tipple, and talk philosophy. Born. Come, nephew. You will excuse a minute's absence, madam. Wait you on us. Stew. My duty, sir. [Exeunt Sir THOMAS BORNWELL, FREDERICK, and Steward. Lady B. Now, gentlemen. Kick. Madam, I had rather you excuse my language For speaking truth, than virtue suffer in My further silence; and it is my wonder That you, whose noble carriage hath deserved All honour and opinion, should now Be guilty of ill manners. Cel. What was that You told me, sir? Little. Do you not blush, madam, To ask that question? Cel. You amaze rather My cheek to paleness. What mean you by this? I am not troubled with the hickup, gentlemen, You should bestow this fright upon me. Little. Then Pride and ill memory go together. Cel. How, sir? Kick. The gentleman on whom you exercised Your thin wit, was a nephew to the lady Whose guest you are; and though her modesty Look calm on the abuse of one so near Her blood, the affront was impious. Little. I am ashamed on't. You an ingenious lady, and well mannered! I'll teach a bear as much civility. Cel. You may be master of the college, sir, For aught I know. Little. What college? Cel. Of the bears. Have you a plot upon me? Do you possess Your wits, or know me, gentlemen? Re-enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL: behind. Born. How's this? Kick. Know you? yes; we do know you to an atom. Little. Madam, we know what stuff your soul is made on. Cel. But do not bark so like a mastiff, pray. Sure they are mad.Let your brains stand awhile, And settle, gentlemen; you know not me; What am I? Little. Thou'rt a puppet, a thing made Of clothes and painting, and not half so handsome As that which played Susanna in the fair. Cel. I heard you visited those canvas tragedies, One of their constant audience, and so taken With Susan, that you wished yourself a rival With the two wicked elders. Kick. You think this Is wit now. Come, you are Cel. What, I beseech you? Your character will be full of salt and satire, No doubt. What am I? Kick. Why, you are a woman Cel. And that's at least a bow wide of your knowledge. Kick. Would be thought handsome, and might pass i' the country Upon a market day; but so miserably Forfeit to pride and fashions, that if Heaven Were a new gown, you'd not stay in't a fortnight. Cel. It must be miserably out of fashion then. Have I no sin but pride? Kick. Hast any virtue, Or but a good face, to excuse that want? Cel. You praised it yesterday. Kick. That made you proud. Cel. More pride! Kick. You need not:to close up the praise, I have seen a better countenance in a sybil. Cel. When you wore spectacles of sack, mistook The painted cloth, and kissed it for your mistress. Kick. Let me ask you a question: how much Have you consumed in expectation That I would love you? Cel. Why I think as much As you have paid away in honest debts This seven year. 'Tis a pretty impudence, But cannot make me angry. Little. Is there any Man that will cast away his limbs upon her? Kick. You do not sing so well as I imagined, Nor dance; you reel in your coranto, and pinch Your petticoat too hard: you've no good ear To the music, and incline too much one shoulder, As you were dancing on the rope, and falling. You speak abominable French, and make A curtsey like a dairy-maid.Not mad! [Aside. Little. Do we not sting her handsomely? Born. A conspiracy! Kick. Your state is not so much as 'tis reported, When you confer notes, all your husband's debts, And your own reconciled; but that's not it Will so much spoil your marriage. Cel. As what, sir? Let me know all my faults. Kick. Some men do whisper You are not over honest. Cel. All this shall not Move me to more than laughter, and some pity, Because you have the shapes of gentlemen; And though you have been insolent upon me, I will engage no friend to kick or cudgel you, To spoil your living and your limbs together: I leave that to diseases that attend you, And spare my curse, poor silken vermin! and Hereafter shall distinguish men from monkeys. Born. Brave soul!You brace of horse-leeches! [Coming forward.]I have heard Their barbarous language, madam; you are too merciful: They shall be silent to your tongue; pray punish them. Cel. They are things not worth my character, nor mention Of any clean breath; so lost in honesty, They cannot satisfy for wrongs enough, Though they should steal out of the world at Tyburn. Little. We are hanged already. Cel. Yet I will talk a little to the pilchards. You two, that have not 'twixt you both the hundred Part of a soul, coarse woollen-witted fellows, Without a nap, with bodies made for burdens! You, that are only stuffings for apparel, As you were made but engines for your tailors To frame their clothes upon, and get them custom, Until men see you move; yet, then you dare not, Out of your guilt of being the ignobler beast, But give a horse the wall, whom you excel Only in dancing of the brawls, because The horse was not taught the French way. Your two faces, One fat, like Christmas, t' other lean, like Candlemas, And prologue to a Lent, both bound together, Would figure Janus, and do many cures On agues, and the green disease, by frighting But neither can, with all the characters And conjuring circles, charm a woman, though She'd fourscore years upon her, and but one Tooth in her head, to love, or think well of you: And I were miserable, to be at cost To court such a complexion, as your malice Did impudently insinuate. But I waste time, And stain my breath in talking to such tadpoles. Go home, and wash your tongues in barley-water, Drink clean tobacco, be not hot i' the mouth, And you may 'scape the beadle; so I leave you To shame, and your own garters!Sir, I must Entreat you, for my honour, do not penance them, They are not worth your anger. How shall I Acquit your lady's silence? Born. Madam, I Am sorry to suspect, and dare revenge. Cel. No cause of mine. Born. It must become me to attend you home. Cel. You are noble.Farewell, mushrooms. [Exit with Sir THOMAS BORNWELL. Lady B. Is she gone? Little. I think we peppered her. Kick. I'm glad 'tis over; But I repent no service for you, madam. Enter Servant, with a letter and a jewel, which he delivers to KICKSHAW. To me? from whence?a jewel! a good preface. Be happy the conclusion! [Reads and smiles. Lady B. Some love letter. Little. He has a hundred mistresses: you may Be charitable, madam, I have none; He surfeits, and I fall away i' the kidneys. Kick. I'll meet. [Exit Servant. 'Tis some great lady, questionless, that has Taken notice, and would satisfy her appetite. [Aside. Lady B. Now, Master Alexander, you look bright o' the sudden; Another spirit's in your eye. Kick. Not mine, madam; Only a summons to meet a friend. Lady B. What friend? Little. By this jewel, I know her not. Lady B. 'Tis a she-friend. I'll follow, gentlemen; We may have a game at cent before you go. Kick. I shall attend you, madam. Little. 'Tis our duty. [Exeunt KICKSHAW and LITTLEWORTH. Lady B. I blush while I converse with my own thoughts. Some strange fate governs me, but I must on; The ways are cast already, and we thrive When our sin fears no eye nor perspective. [Exit. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.A Room in DECOY'S House. Enter two men leading KICKSHAW blinded, and go off suddenly. KICK. I am not hurt; my patience to obey them, Not without fear to have my throat cut else, Did me a courtesy. Whither have they brought me? [Pulls off a bandage. 'Tis devilish dark; the bottom of a well At midnight, with but two stars on the top, Were broad day to this darkness. I but think How like a whirlwind the rogues caught me up, And smothered my eyesight. Let me see, These may be spirits, and, for aught I know, Have brought me hither over twenty steeples. Pray Heaven they were not bailiffs! that's more worth My fear, and this a prison. All my debts Reek in my nostril, and my bones begin To ache with fear to be made dice; and yet This is too calm and quiet for a prison. What if the riddle prove I am robbed? and yet I did not feel 'em search me. How now! music! [Music within. Enter DECOY, disguised like an old Woman, with a light. And a light! What beldam's this? I cannot pray. What art? Dec. A friend. Fear not, young man, I am No spirit. Kick. Off! Dec. Despise me not for age, Or this coarse outside, which I wear not out Of poverty: thy eyes be witness; 'tis No cave, or beggar's cell, thou'rt brought to; let That gold speak here's no want, which thou mayst spend, And find a spring to tire even prodigality, If thou be'st wise. [Gives him a purse. Kick. The devil was a coiner From the beginning; yet the gold looks current. Dec. Thou'rt still in wonder: know, I am mistress of This house, and of a fortune that shall serve And feed thee with delights; 'twas I sent for thee; The jewel and the letter came from me. It was my art thus to contrive our meeting, Because I would not trust thee with my fame, Until I found thee worth a woman's honour. Kick. Honour and fame! the devil means to have A care on's credit. Though she sent for me, I hope she has another customer To do the trick withal; I would not turn Familiar to a witch. [Aside. Dec. What say'st? Canst thou Dwell in my arms to-night? shall we change kisses, And entertain the silent hours with pleasure, Such as old Time shall be delighted with, And blame the too swift motion of his wings, While we embrace? Kick. Embrace! she has had no teeth This twenty years, and the next violent cough Brings up her tongue; it cannot possibly Be sound at root. I do not think but one Strong sneeze upon her, and well meant, would make Her quarters fall away; one kick would blow Her up like gunpowder, and loose all her limbs. She is so cold, an incubus would not heat her; Her phlegm would quench a furnace, and her breath Would damp a musket bullet. [Aside. Dec. Have you, sir, Considered? Kick. What? Dec. My proposition. Canst love? Kick. I could have done; whom do you mean? I know you are pleased but to make sport. Dec. Thou art not So dull of soul as thou appear'st. Kick. This is But some device; my grannam has some trick in't. Yes, I can love. Dec. But canst thou affect me? Kick. Although to reverence so grave a matron Were an ambitious word in me, yet since You give me boldness, I do love you. Dec. Then Thou art my own. Kick. Has she no cloven foot? Dec. And I am thine, and all that I command, Thy servants; from this minute thou art happy, And fate in thee will crown all my desires. I grieved a proper man should be compelled To bring his body to the common market. My wealth shall make thee glorious; and, the more To encourage thee, howe'er this form may fright Thy youthful eyes, yet thou wilt find, by light Of thy own sense, for other light is banished My chamber, when our arms tie lovers' knots, And kisses seal the welcome of our lips, I shall not there affright thee, nor seem old, With rivelled veins; my skin is smooth and soft As ermines, with a spirit to meet thine, Active, and equal to the queen of love's, When she did court Adonis. Kick. This doth more Confirm she is a devil, and I am Within his own dominions. I must on, Or else be torn o' pieces. I have heard These succubæ must not be crossed. [Aside. Dec. We trifle Too precious time away; I'll show you a prospect Of the next chamber, and then out the candle. Kick. Have you no sack i' the house? I would go armed Upon this breach. Dec. It shall not need. Kick. One word, Mother; have not you been a cat in your days? Dec. I am glad you are so merry, sir. You observe That bed? [Opens a door. Kick. A very brave one. Dec. When you are Disrobed, you can come thither in the dark. You shall not stay for me? Come, as you wish For happiness. [Exit. Kick. I am preferred, if I Be modest and obey: she cannot have The heart to do me harm, an she were Hecate, Herself. I will have a strong faith, and think I march upon a mistress, the less evil. If I 'scape fire now, I defy the devil. [Exit. SCENE II.A Room in Sir THOMAS BORNWELL'S House. Enter FREDERICK gaily dressed, LITTLEWORTH, and Steward. Fred. And how do you like me now? Stew. Most excellent. Fred. Your opinion, Master Littleworth. Little. Your French tailor Has made you a perfect gentleman; I may Converse now with you, and preserve my credit. Do you find no alteration in your body With these new clothes? Fred. My body altered? No. Little. You are not yet in fashion then? that must Have a new motion, garb, and posture too, Or all your pride is cast away; it is not The cut of your apparel makes a gallant, But the geometrical wearing of your clothes. Stew. Master Littleworth tells you right; you wear your hat Too like a citizen. Little. 'Tis like a midwife; Place it with best advantage of your hair. Is half your feather moulted? This does make No show; it should spread over, like a canopy; Your hot-reined monsieur wears it for a shade, And cooler to his back. Your doublet must Be more unbuttoned hereabouts; you'll not Be a sloven else, a foul shirt is no blemish; You must be confident, and outface clean linen. Your doublet and your breeches must be allowed No private meeting here; your cloak's too long, It reaches to your buttock, and doth smell Too much of Spanish gravity; the fashion Is to wear nothing but a cape; a coat May be allowed a covering for one elbow, And some, to avoid the trouble choose to walk In querpo, thus. Stew. Your coat and cloak's a brushing In Long-lane, Lombard. [Aside. Fred. But what if it rain? Little. Your belt about your shoulder is sufficient To keep off any storm; beside, a reed But waved discreetly, has so many pores, It sucks up all the rain that falls about one. With this defence, when other men have been Wet to the skin through all their cloaks, I have Defied a tempest, and walked by the taverns Dry as a bone. Stew. Because he had no money To call for wine. [Aside. Fred. Why, do you walk enchanted? Have you such pretty charms in town? But stay; Who must I have to attend me? Little. Is not that Yet thought upon? Stew. I have laid out for servants. Little. They are everywhere. Stew. I cannot yet be furnished With such as I would put into his hands. Fred. Of what condition must they be, and how Many in number, sir? Little. Beside your fencing, Your singing, dancing, riding, and French master, Two may serve domestic, to be constant waiters Upon a gentleman; a fool, a pimp. Stew. For these two officers I have enquired, And I am promised a convenient whiskin: I could save charges, and employ the pie-wench, That carries her intelligence in whitepots; Or 'tis but taking order with the woman That trolls the ballads, she could fit him with A concubine to any tune; but I Have a design to place a fellow with him That has read all Sir Pandarus' works; a Trojan That lies concealed, and is acquainted with Both city and suburban fripperies, Can fetch 'em with a spell at midnight to him, And warrant which are for his turn; can, for A need, supply the surgeon too. Fred. I like thy providence; such a one deserves A livery twice a year. Stew. It shall not need; a cast suit of your worship's Will serve; he'll find a cloak to cover it, Out of his share with those he brings to bed to you, Fred. But must I call this fellow pimp? Little. It is Not necessary; Tom, or Jack, or Harry. Or what he's known abroad by, will sound better, That men may think he is a Christian. Fred. But hear you, Master Littleworth: is there not A method, and degrees of title in Men of this art? Little. According to the honour Of men that do employ 'em. An emperor May give this office to a duke; a king May have his viceroy to negociate for him; A duke may use a lord; the lord a knight, A knight may trust a gentleman; and when They are abroad, and merry, gentlemen May pimp to one another. Fred. Good, good fellowship! But for the fool now, that should wait on me, And break me jests? Little. A fool is necessary. Stew. By any means. Fred. But which of these two servants Must now take place? Little. That question, Master Frederick, The school of heraldry should conclude upon: But if my judgment may be heard, the fool Is your first man; and it is known a point Of state to have a fool. Stew. But, sir, the other Is held the finer servant; his employments Are full of trust, his person clean and nimble, And none so soon can leap into preferment, Where fools are poor. Little. Not all; there's story for't; Princes have been no wiser than they should be. Would any nobleman, that were no fool, Spend all in hope of the philosopher's stone, To buy new lordships in another country? Would knights build colleges, or gentlemen Of good estates challenge the field, and fight, Because a whore will not be honest? Come, Fools are a family over all the world; We do affect one naturally; indeed The fool is leiger with us. Stew. Then the pimp Is extraordinary. Fred. Do not you fall out About their places.Here's my noble aunt! Enter Lady BORNWELL. Little. How do you like your nephew, madam, now? Lady B. Well! turn about, Frederick. Very well! Fred. Am I not now a proper gentleman? The virtue of rich clothes! Now could I take The wall of Julius Cæsar, or affront Great Pompey's upper lip, and defy the senate. Nay, I can be as proud as your own heart, madam, You may take that for your comfort; I put on That virtue with my clothes, and I doubt not But in a little time I shall be impudent As any page, or player's boy. I am Beholding to this gentleman's good discipline; But I shall do him credit in my practice. Your steward has some pretty notions too, In moral mischief. Lady B. Your desert in this Exceeds all other service, and shall bind me Both to acknowledge and reward. Little. Sweet madam, Think me but worth your favour; I would creep Upon my knees to honour you, and for every Minute you lend to my reward, I'll pay A year of serviceable tribute. Lady B. You Can compliment. Little. Thus still she puts me off; unless I speak The downright word, she'll never understand me. A man would think that creeping on one's knees Were English to a lady. [Aside. Enter KICKSHAW. Kick. How is't, Jack?Pleasures attend you, madam! How does my plant of honour? Lady B. Who is this? Kick. 'Tis Alexander. Lady B. Rich and glorious! Little. 'Tis Alexander the Great. Kick. And my Bucephalus Waits at the door. Lady B. Your case is altered, sir. Kick. I cannot help these things, the Fates will have it; 'Tis not my land does this. Little. But thou hast a plough That brings it in. Lady B. Now he looks brave and lovely. Fred. Welcome, my gallant Macedonian. Kick. Madam, you gave your nephew for my pupil. I read but in a tavern; if you'll honour us, The Bear at the Bridge foot shall entertain you. A drawer is my Ganymede, he shall skink Brisk nectar to us; we will only have A dozen partridge in a dish; as many pheasants, Quails, cocks, and godwits shall come marching up Like the trained-band; a fort of sturgeon Shall give most bold defiance to an army, And triumph o'er the table. Lady B. Sir, it will But dull the appetite to hear more, and mine Must be excused. Another time I may be Your guest. Kick. 'Tis grown in fashion now with ladies; When you please, I'll attend you. Littleworth. Come, Frederick. Fred. We'll have music; I love noise. We will out-roar the Thames, and shake the bridge, boy. [Exit with KICKSHAW. Little. Madam, I kiss your hand; would you would think Of your poor servant; flesh and blood is frail, And troublesome to carry, without help. Lady B. A coach will easily convey it, or You may take water at Strand-bridge. Little. But I Have taken fire. Lady B. The Thames will cool it, sir. Little. But never quench my heart; your charity Can only do that. Lady B. I will keep it cold Of purpose. Little. Now you bless me, and I dare Be drunk in expectation. [Exit. Lady B. I am confident He knows me not, and I were worse than mad To be my own betrayer.Here's my husband. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL. Born. Why, how now, Aretina? What! alone? The mystery of this solitude? My house Turn desert o' the sudden! all the gamesters Blown up! Why is the music put to silence? Or have their instruments caught a cold, since we Gave them the last heat? I must know thy ground Of melancholy. Lady B. You are merry, as You came from kissing Celestina. Born. I Feel her yet warm upon my lip; she is Most excellent company: I did not think There was that sweetness in her sex. I must Acknowledge, 'twas thy care to disenchant me From a dull husband to an active lover. With such a lady I could spend more years Than since my birth my glass hath run soft minutes, And yet be young; her presence has a spell To keep off age; she has an eye would strike Fire through an adamant. Lady B. I have heard as much Bestowed upon a dull-faced chambermaid, Whom love and wit would thus commend. True beauty Is mocked when we compare thus, itself being Above what can be fetched to make it lovely; Or, could our thoughts reach something to declare The glories of a face, or body's elegance, That touches but our sense; when beauty spreads Over the soul, and calls up understanding To look what thence is offered, and admire. In both I must acknowledge Celestina Most excellently fair, fair above all The beauties I have seen, and one most worthy Man's love and wonder. Born. Do you speak, Aretina, This with a pure sense to commend? or is't The mockery of my praise? Lady B. Although it shame Myself, I must be just, and give her all The excellency of women; and were I A man Born. What then? Lady B. I know not with what loss I should attempt her love. She is a piece So angelically moving, I should think Frailty excused to dote upon her form, And almost virtue to be wicked with her. [Exit. Born. What should this mean? This is no jealousy, Or she believes I counterfeit. I feel Something within me, like a heat, to give Her cause, would Celestina but consent. What a frail thing is man! It is not worth Our glory to be chaste, while we deny Mirth and converse with women. He is good That dares the tempter, yet corrects his blood [Exit. SCENE III.A Room in CELESTINA'S House. Enter CELESTINA, MARIANA, and ISABELLA. Cel. I have told you all my knowledge: since he is pleased To invite himself, he shall be entertained, And you shall be my witnesses. Mar. Who comes with him? Cel. Sir William Scentlove, that prepared me for The honourable encounter. I expect His lordship every minute. Enter Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE. Scent. My lord is come. Cel. He has honoured me. Enter Lord A. and HAIRCUT. Scent. My lord, your periwig is awry. Lord. You, sir [While HAIRCUT is busy about his hair, Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE goes to CELESTINA. Scent. You may guess at the gentleman that's with him. It is his barber, madam, do you observe? An your ladyship wants a shaver. Hair. She is here, sir. I am betrayed.Scentlove, your plot. I may Have opportunity to be revenged. [Exit. Scent. She is in the midst. Lord. She's fair, I must confess; But does she keep this distance out of state? Cel. Though I am poor in language to express How much your lordship honours me, my heart Is rich and proud in such a guest. I shall Be out of love with every air abroad, And for this grace done my unworthy house, Be a fond prisoner, become anchorite, And spend my hours in prayer, to reward The blessing and the bounty of this presence. Lord. Though you could turn each place you move in to A temple, rather than a wall should hide So rich a beauty from the world, it were Less want to lose our piety and your prayer. A throne were fitter to present you to Our wonder, whence your eyes, more worth than all They look on, should chain every heart a prisoner. Scent. 'Twas pretty well come off. Lord. By your example I shall know how to compliment; in this, You more confirm my welcome. Cel. I shall love My lips the better, if their silent language Persuade your lordship but to think so truly. Lord. You make me smile, madam. Cel. I hope you came not With fear that any sadness here should shake One blossom from your eye. I should be miserable To present any object should displease you. Lord. You do not, madam. Cel. As I should account It no less sorrow, if your lordship should Lay too severe a censure on my freedom. I will not court a prince against his justice, Nor bribe him with a smile to think me honest. Pardon, my lord, this boldness, and the mirth That may flow from me. I believe my father Thought of no winding-sheet when he begot me. Lord. She has a merry soul.It will become Me ask your pardon, madam, for my rude Approach, so much a stranger to your knowledge. Cel. Not, my lord, so much stranger to my knowledge; Though I have but seen your person afar off, I am acquainted with your character, Which I have heard so often, I can speak it. Lord. You shall do me an honour. Cel. If your lordship will Be patient. Lord. And glad to hear my faults. Cel. That as your conscience can agree upon them: However, if your lordship give me privilege, I'll tell you what's the opinion of the world. Lord. You cannot please me better. Cel. You're a lord, Born with as much nobility as would, Divided, serve to make ten noblemen, Without a herald; but with so much spirit And height of soul, as well might furnish twenty. You are learned, a thing not compatible now With native honour; and are master of A language that doth chain all ears, and charm All hearts, where you persuade; a wit so flowing, And prudence to correct it, that all men Believe they only meet in you, which, with A spacious memory, make up the full wonders: To these you have joined valour, and upon A noble cause, know how to use a sword To honour's best advantage, though you wear none. You are as bountiful as the showers that fall Into the spring's green bosom; as you were Created lord of Fortune, not her steward; So constant to the cause in which you make Yourself an advocate, you dare all dangers; And men had rather you should be their friend, Than justice or the bench bound up together. Lord. But did you hear all this? Cel. And more, my lord. Lord. Pray let me have it, madam. Cel. To all these virtues there is added one, (Your lordship will remember, when I name it, I speak but what I gather from the voice Of others)it is grown to a full fame That you have loved a woman. Lord. But one, madam? Cel. Yes, many; give me leave to smile, my lord, I shall not need to interpret in what sense; But you have showed yourself right honourable, And, for your love to ladies, have deserved, If their vote might prevail, a marble statue. I make no comment on the people's text, My lord, I should be sorry to offend. Lord. You cannot, madam; these are things we owe To nature for. Cel. And honest men will pay Their debts. Lord. If they be able, or compound. Cel. She had a hard heart would be unmerciful, And not give day to men so promising; But you owed women nothing. Lord. Yes, I am Still in their debt, and I must owe them love, It was part of my character. Cel. With your lordship's Pardon, I only said you had a fame For loving women; but of late, men say You have, against the imperial laws of love, Restrained the active flowings of your blood, And with a mistress buried all that is Hoped for in love's succession, as all beauty Had died with her, and left the world benighted! In this you more dishonour all our sex Than you did grace a part; when everywhere Love tempts your eye to admire a glorious harvest, And everywhere as full blown ears submit Their golden heads, the laden trees bow down Their willing fruit, and court your amorous tasting. Lord. I see men would dissect me to a fibre; But do you believe this? Cel. It is my wonder, I must confess, a man of nobler earth Than goes to vulgar composition, (Born and bred high, so unconfined, so rich In fortunes, and so read in all that sum Up human knowledge, to feed gloriously, And live at court, the only sphere wherein True beauty moves; nature's most wealthy garden, Where every blossom is more worth than all The Hesperian fruit by jealous dragon watched, Where all delights do circle appetite, And pleasures multiply by being tasted,) Should be so lost with thought of one turned ashes. There's nothing left, my lord, that can excuse you, Unless you plead, what I am ashamed to prompt Your wisdom to? Lord. What's that? Cel. That you have played The surgeon with yourself. Lord. And am made eunuch? Cel. It were much pity. Lord. Trouble not yourself, I could convince your fears with demonstration That I am man enough, but knew not where, Until this meeting, beauty dwelt. The court You talk of must be where the queen of love is, Which moves but with your person; in your eye Her glory shines, and only at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickening torch. Cel. Nay, now you compliment; I would it did, My lord, for your own sake. Lord. You would be kind, And love me then? Cel. My lord, I should be loving, Where I found worth to invite it, and should cherish A constant man. Lord. Then you should me, madam. Cel. But is the ice about your heart fallen off? Can you return to do what love commands? Cupid, thou shalt have instant sacrifice, And I dare be the priest. Lord. Your hand, your lip; [Kisses her. Now I am proof 'gainst all temptation. Cel. Your meaning, my good lord? Lord. I, that have strength Against thy voice and beauty, after this May dare the charms of womankind.Thou art, Bella Maria, unprofanèd yet; This magic has no power upon my blood. Farewell, madam! if you durst be the example Of chaste as well as fair, you were a brave one, Cel. I hope your lordship means not this for earnest: Be pleased to grace a banquet. Lord. Pardon, madam. Will Scentlove, follow; I must laugh at you. Cel. My lord, I must beseech you stay, for honour, For her whose memory you love best. Lord. Your pleasure. Cel. And by that virtue you have now professed, I charge you to believe me too; I can Now glory that you have been worth my trial, Which, I beseech you, pardon. Had not you So valiantly recovered in this conflict, You had been my triumph, without hope of more Than my just scorn upon your wanton flame; Nor will I think these noble thoughts grew first From melancholy, for some female loss, As the fantastic world believes, but from Truth, and your love of innocence, which shine So bright in the two royal luminaries At court, you cannot lose your way to chastity. Proceed, and speak of me as honour guides you. [Exit Lord A. I am almost tired.Come, ladies, we'll beguile Dull time, and take the air another while. [Exeunt. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I.A Room in Sir THOMAS BORNWELL'S House. Enter Lady BORNWELL, and a Servant with a purse. LADY B. But hath Sir Thomas lost five hundred pounds Already? Serv. And five hundred more he borrowed. The dice are notable devourers, madam; They make no more of pieces than of pebbles, But thrust their heaps together, to engender. "Two hundred more the caster!" cries this gentleman. "I am with you.I have that to nothing, sir." Again; "'Tis covered!" and the table too, With sums that frightened me. Here one sneaks out, And with a martyr's patience smiles upon His money's executioner, the dice; Commands a pipe of good tobacco, and I' the smoke on't vanishes. Another makes The bones vault o'er his head, swears that ill-throwing Has put his shoulder out of joint, calls for A bone-setter. That looks to the box, to bid His master send him some more hundred pounds, Which lost, he takes tobacco, and is quiet. Here a strong arm throws in and in, with which He brushes all the table, pays the rooks That went their smelts a piece upon his hand, Yet swears he has not drawn a stake this seven year. But I was bid make haste; my master may Lose this five hundred pounds ere I come hither. [Exit. Lady B. If we both waste so fast, we shall soon find Our state is not immortal. Something in His other ways appear not well already. Enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL, and Servants, one with a purse. Born. Ye tortoises, why make ye no more haste? Go pay to the master of the house that money, And tell the noble gamesters I have another Superfluous thousand; at night I'll visit 'em. Do you hear? Serv. Yes, an please you. Born. Do't ye drudges. [Exeunt Servants. Ta, ra, ra!Aretina! Lady B. You have a pleasant humour, sir. Born. What! should a gentleman be sad? Lady B. You have lost Born. A transitory sum; as good that way As another. Lady B. Do you not vex within for't? Born. I had rather lose a thousand more, than one Sad thought come near my heart for't. Vex for trash! Although it go from other men like drops Of their life blood, we lose with the alacrity We drink a cup of sack, or kiss a mistress. No money is considerable with a gamester; They have souls more spacious than kings. Did two Gamesters divide the empire of the world, They'd make one throw for't all, and he that lost Be no more melancholy than to have played for A morning's draught. Vex a rich soul for dirt! The quiet of whose every thought is worth A province. Lady B. But when dice have consumed all, Your patience will not pawn for as much more. Born. Hang pawning! sell outright, and the fear's over. Lady B. Say you so? I'll have another coach tomorrow If there be rich above ground. Born. I forgot To bid the fellow ask my jeweller Whether the chain of diamonds be made up; I will present it to my Lady Bellamour, Fair Celestina. Lady B. This gown I have worn Six days already; it looks dull, I'll give it My waiting-woman, and have one of cloth Of gold embroidered; shoes and pantables Will show well of the same. Born. I have invited A covey of ladies, and as many gentlemen To-morrow, to the Italian ordinary; I shall have rarities and regalias To pay for, madam; music, wanton songs, And tunes of silken petticoats to dance to. Lady B. And to-morrow have I invited half the court To dine here. What misfortune 'tis your company And our's should be divided! After dinner I entertain them with a play. Born. By that time Your play inclines to the epilogue, shall we Quit our Italian host; and whirl in coaches To the Dutch magazine of sauce, the Stillyard, Where deal, and backrag, and what strange wine else They dare but give a name to in the reckoning, Shall flow into our room, and drown Westphalias, Tongues, and anchovies, like some little town Endangered by a sluice, through whose fierce ebb We wade, and wash ourselves, into a boat, And bid our coachmen drive their leather tenements By land, while we sail home, with a fresh tide, To some new rendezvous. Lady B. If you have not Pointed the place, pray bring your ladies hither; I mean to have a ball to-morrow night, And a rich banquet for 'em, where we'll dance Till morning rise, and blush to interrupt us. Born. Have you no ladies i' the next room, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you govern! Farewell! a wife's no company.Aretina, I've summed up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet. Lady B. What mean you? Born. And I'd rather Be lord one month of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be years Consuming what we have in foolish temperance. Live in the dark, and no fame wait upon us! I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. Lady B. A month good! And what shall be done then? Born. I'll over sea, And trail a pike. With watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold and hunger, And taking here and there a musket-shot, I can earn every week four shillings, madam; And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limb, when I return, With good friends, I despair not to be enrolled Poor knight of Windsor. For your course, madam, No doubt you may do well; your friends are great; Or if your poverty, and their pride, cannot Agree, you need not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by; there are customers. Farewell, be frolic, madam! If I live, I will feast all my senses, and not fall Less than a Phaeton from my throne of pleasure, Though my estate flame like the world about me. [Exit. Lady B. 'Tis very pretty! Enter DECOY. Madam Decoy! Dec. What! melancholy, After so sweet a night's work? Have not I Showed myself mistress of my art? Lady B. A lady. Dec. That title makes the credit of the act A story higher. You've not seen him yet? I wonder what he'll say. Lady B. He's here. Enter KICKSHAW and FREDERICK. Kick. Bear up, My little myrmidon; does not Jack Littleworth Follow? Fred. Follow? he fell into the Thames At landing. Kick. The devil shall dive for him, Ere I endanger my silk stockings for him: Let the watermen alone, they have drags and engines. When he has drunk his julep, I shall laugh To see him come in pickled the next tide. Fred. He'll never sink, he has such a cork brain. Kick. Let him be hanged or drowned, all's one to me; Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Bear his wine credibly. Fred. Is not this my aunt? Kick. And another handsome lady; I must know her. [Goes up to DECOY. Fred. My blood is rampant too, I must court somebody; As good my aunt as any other body. Lady B. Where have you been, cousin? Fred. At the Bear At the Bridge-foot, where our first health began To the fair Aretina, whose sweet company Was wished by all. We could not get a lay, A tumbler, a device, a bona roba, For any money; drawers were grown dull: We wanted our true firks, and our vagaries. When were you in drink, aunt? Lady B. How? Fred. Do not ladies Play the good fellows too? There's no true mirth Without 'em. I have now such tickling fancies! That doctor of the chair of wit has read A precious lecture, how I should behave Myself to ladies; as now, for example. [Goes up to Lady BORNWELL. Lady B. Would you practise upon me? Fred. I first salute you, You have a soft hand, madam; are you so All over? Lady B. Nephew! Fred. Nay, you should but smile. And then again I kiss you; and thus draw Off your white glove, and start, to see your hand More excellently white: I grace my own Lip with this touch, and turning gently thus, Prepare you for my skill in palmistry, Which, out of curiosity, no lady But easily applies to: the first line I look with most ambition to find out, Is Venus' girdle, a fair semicircle, Enclosing both the mount of Sol and Saturn; If that appear, she's for my turn; a lady Whom nature has prepared for the career; And, Cupid at my elbow, I put forward: You have this very line, aunt. Lady B. The boy's frantic! Fred. You have a couch or pallet; I can shut The chamber door. Enrich a stranger, when Your nephew's coming into play! Lady B. No more. Fred. Are you so coy to your own flesh and blood? Kick. Here, take your playfellow; I talk of sport, And she would have me marry her. Fred. Here's Littleworth. Enter LITTLEWORTH, wet. Why, how now, tutor? Little. I have been fishing. Fred. And what have you caught? Little. My belly full of water. Kick. Ha, ha! Where's thy rapier? Little. My rapier is drowned, And I am little better; I was held up by the heels, And out came a ton of water, beside wine. Kick. It has made thee sober. Little. Would you have me drunk With water? Lady B. I hope your fire is quenched by this time. Fred. It is not now, as when "your worship walked By all the taverns, Jack, dry as a bone." Kick. You had store of fish under water, Jack. Little. It has made a poor John of me. Fred. I do not think but if we cast an angle Into his belly, we might find some pilchards. Little. And boiled, by this time.Dear madam, a bed. Kick. Carry but the water-spaniel to a grass-plot, Where he may roll himself; let him but shake His ears twice in the sun, and you may grind him Into a posset. Fred. Come, thou shalt to my bed, Poor pickerel. Dec. Alas, sweet gentleman! Little. I have ill luck an I should smell by this time; I am but new ta'en, I am sure.Sweet gentlewoman! Dec. Your servant. Little. Pray do not pluck off my skin; It is so wet, unless you have good eyes, You'll hardly know it from a shirt. Dec. Fear nothing. [Exeunt all but KICKSHAW and Lady BORNWELL. Lady B. He has sack enough, and I may find his humour. [Aside. Kick. And how is't with your ladyship? You look Without a sunshine in your face. Lady B. You are glorious In mind and habit. Kick. Ends of gold and silver! Lady B. Your other clothes were not so rich. Who was Your tailor, sir? Kick. They were made for me long since; They have known but two bright days upon my back. I had a humour, madam, to lay things by; They will serve two days more: I think I have gold enough To go to the mercer. I'll now allow myself A suit a week, as this, with necessary Dependances, beaver, silk stockings, garters, And roses, in their due conformity; Boots are forbid a clean leg, but to ride in. My linen every morning comes in new, The old goes to great bellies. Lady B. You are charitable. Kick. I may dine with you sometime, or at the court, To meet good company, not for the table. My clerk o' the kitchen's here, a witty epicure, A spirit, that, to please me with what's rare, Can fly a hundred mile a day to market, And make me lord of fish and fowl. I shall Forget there is a butcher; and to make My footman nimble, he shall feed on nothing But wings of wild fowl. Lady B. These ways are costly. Kick. Therefore I'll have it so; I have sprung a mine. Lady B. You make me wonder, sir, to see this change Of fortune: your revenue was not late So plentiful. Kick. Hang dirty land, and lordships! I would not change one lodging I have got, For the Chamber of London. Lady B. Strange, of such a sudden, To rise to this estate! No fortunate hand At dice could lift you up so, for 'tis since Last night: yesterday, you were no such monarch. Kick. There be more games than dice. Lady B. It cannot be A mistress, though your person is worth love; None possibly are rich enough to feed As you have cast the method of your riots. A princess, after all her jewels, must Be forced to sell her provinces. Kick. Now you talk Of jewels, what do you think of this? Lady B. A rich one. Kick. You'll honour me to wear't; this other toy I had from you; this chain I borrowed of you, A friend had it in keeping. [Gives her the jewel and chain.]If your ladyship. Want any sum, you know your friend, and Alexander. Lady B. Dare you trust my security? Kick. There's gold, I shall have more to-morrow. Lady B. You astonish me; Who can supply these? Kick. A dear friend I have. She promised we should meet again i' the morning. Lady B. Not that I wish to know More of your happiness than I have already Heart to congratulate,be pleased to lay My wonder. Kick. 'Tis a secret Lady B. Which I'll die Ere I'll betray. Kick. You have always wished me well; But you shall swear not to reveal the party. Lady B. I'll lose the benefit of my tongue. Kick. Nor be Afraid at what I say. What think you first Of an old witch, a strange ill-favoured hag, That, for my company last night, has wrought This cure upon my fortune? I do sweat To think upon her name. Lady B. How, sir! a witch? Kick. I would not fright your ladyship too much At first, but witches are akin to spirits. The truth isNay, if you look pale already, I have done. Lady B. Sir, I beseech you. Kick. If you have But courage then to know the truth, I'll tell you In one word; my chief friend isthe devil! Lady B. What devil? how I tremble! Kick. Have a heart; 'Twas a she-devil too, a most insatiate, Abominable devil, with a tail Thus long. Lady B. Goodness defend me! did you see her? Kick. No, 'twas i' the dark; but she appeared first to me I' the likeness of a beldam, and was brought, I know not how, nor whither, by two goblins, More hooded than a hawk. Lady B. But would you venture Upon a devil! Kick. Ay, for means. Lady B. How black An impudence is this! [Aside.]But are you sure It was the devil you enjoyed? Kick. Say nothing; I did the best to please her; but as sure As you live, 'twas a hell-cat. Lady B. Do you not quake? Kick. I found myself in the very room i' the morning, Where two of her familiars had left me. Enter Servant. Serv. My lord is come to visit you. Kick. No words, As you respect my safety. I have told tales Out of the devil's school; if it be known, I lose a friend. 'Tis now about the time I promised her to meet again; at my Return I'll tell you wonders. Not a word. [Exit. Lady B. 'Tis a false glass; sure I am more deformed: [Looks in her pocket mirror. What have I done?my soul is miserable. Enter Lord A. Lord. I sent you a letter, madam. Lady B. You expressed Your noble care of me, my lord. Re-enter Sir THOMAS BORNWELL with CELESTINA. Born. Your lordship Does me an honour. Lord. Madam, I am glad To see you here; I meant to have kissed your hand, Ere my return to court. Cel. Sir Thomas has Prevailed to bring me, to his trouble, hither. Lord. You do him grace. Born. Why, what's the matter, madam? Your eyes are tuning Lachrimæ. Lady B. As you Do hope for Heaven, withdraw, and give me but The patience of ten minutes. Born. Wonderful! I will not hear you above that proportion. She talks of Heaven:Come, where must we to counsel? Lady B. You shall conclude me when you please. [Exit. Born. I follow. Lord. What alteration is this? I, that so late Stood the temptation of her eye and voice, Boasted a heart 'bove all licentious flame, At second view turn renegade, and think I was too superstitious, and full Of phlegm, not to reward her amorous courtship With manly freedom. Cel. I obey you, sir. Born. I'll wait upon your lordship presently. [Exit. Lord. She could not want a cunning to seem honest When I neglected her. I am resolved. You still look pleasant, madam. Cel. I have cause, My lord, the rather for your presence, which Hath power to charm all trouble in my thoughts. Lord. I must translate that compliment, and owe All that is cheerful in myself to these All-quick'ning smiles: and rather than such bright Eyes should repent their influence upon me, I would release the aspects, and quit the bounty Of all the other stars. Did you not think me A strange and melancholy gentleman, To use you so unkindly? Cel. Me, my lord? Lord. I hope you made no loud complaint; I would not Be tried by a jury of ladies. Cel. For what, my lord? Lord. I did not meet that noble entertainment You were late pleased to show me. Cel. I observed No such defect in your lordship, but a brave And noble fortitude. Lord. A noble folly; I bring repentance for't. I know you have, Madam, a gentle faith, and will not ruin What you have built to honour you. Cel. What's that? Lord. If you can love, I'll tell your ladyship. Cel. I have a stubborn soul else. Lord. You are all Composed of harmony. Cel. What love do you mean? Lord. That which doth perfect both; madam, you have heard I can be constant, and if you consent To grace it so, there is a spacious dwelling Prepared within my heart for such a mistress. Cel. Your mistress, my good lord? Lord. Why, my good lady, Your sex doth hold it no dishonour To become mistress to a noble servant In the now court Platonic way. Consider Who 'tis that pleads to you; my birth, and present Value, can be no stain to your embrace; But these are shadows when my love appears, Which shall, in his first miracle, return Me in my bloom of youth, and thee a virgin; When I, within some new Elysium, Of purpose made and meant for us, shall be In every thing Adonis, but in his Contempt of love; and court thee from a Daphne Hid in the cold rind of a bashful tree, With such warm language and delight, till thou Leap from that bays into the queen of love, And pay my conquest with composing garlands Of thy won myrtle for me. Cel. What's all this? Lord. Consent to be my mistress, Celestina, And we will have it spring-time all the year; Upon whose invitations, when we walk, The winds shall play soft descant to our feet, And breathe rich odours to re-pure the air: Green bowers on every side shall tempt our stay, And violets stoop to have us tread upon 'em. The red rose shall grow pale, being near thy cheek, And the white blush, o'ercome with such a forehead. Here laid, and measuring with ourselves some bank, A thousand birds shall from the woods repair, And place themselves so cunningly behind The leaves of every tree, that while they pay Us tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagine The very trees bear music, and sweet voices Do grow in every arbour. Here can we Embrace and kiss, tell tales, and kiss again, And none but Heaven our rival. Cel. When we are Weary of these, what if we shift our paradise, And through a grove of tall and even pine, Descend into a valley, that shall shame All the delights of Tempe; upon whose Green plush the Graces shall be called to dance, To please us, and maintain their fairy revels, To the harmonious murmurs of a stream That gently falls upon a rock of pearl. Here doth the nymph, forsaken Echo, dwell, To whom we'll tell the story of our love, Till at our surfeit and her want of joy, We break her heart with envy. Not far off, A grove shall call us to a wanton river, To see a dying swan give up the ghost, The fishes shooting up their tears in bubbles, That they must lost the genius of their waves And such love linsey woolsey, to no purpose. Lord. You chide me handsomely; pray tell me how You like this language. Cel. Good my lord, forbear. Lord. You need not fly out of this circle, madam; These widows are so full of circumstance! I'll undertake, in this time I have courted Your ladyship for the toy, to have broken ten, Nay, twenty colts, virgins I mean, and taught 'em The amble, or what pace I most affected. Cel. You're not, my lord, again, the lord I thought you; And I must tell you now, you do forget Yourself and me. Lord. You'll not be angry, madam? Cel. Nor rude, (though gay men have a privilege,) It shall appear:there is a man, my lord, Within my acquaintance, rich in worldly fortunes, But cannot boast any descent of blood, Would buy a coat of arms. Lord. He may, and legs Booted and spurred, to ride into the country. Cel. But these will want antiquity, my lord, The seal of honour. What's a coat cut out But yesterday, to make a man a gentleman? Your family, as old as the first virtue That merited an escutcheon, doth owe A glorious coat of arms; if you will sell now All that your name doth challenge, in that ensign, I'll help you to a chapman, that shall pay, And pour down wealth enough for't. Lord. Sell my arms! I cannot, madam. Cel. Give but your consent, You know not how the state may be inclined To dispensation; we may prevail Upon the Heralds' office afterward. Lord. I'll sooner give these arms to the hangman's axe, My head, my heart, to twenty executions, Than sell one atom from my name. Cel. Change that, And answer him would buy my honour from me; Honour, that is not worn upon a flag, Or pennon, that, without the owner's dangers, An enemy may ravish, and bear from me; But that which grows and withers with my soul, Beside the body's stain: think, think, my lord, To what you would unworthily betray me, If you would not, for price of gold, or pleasure, (If that be more your idol,) lose the glory And painted honour of your house.I have done. Lord. Enough to rectify a satyr's blood. Obscure my blushes here. Enter Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE and HAIRCUT behind. Hair. Or this, or fight with me; It shall be no exception that I wait Upon my lord; I am a gentleman, You may be less, and be a knight: the office I do my lord is honest, sir. How many Such you have been guilty of Heaven knows. Scent. 'Tis no fear of your sword, but that I would not Break the good laws established against duels. Hair. Off with your periwig, and stand bare. [Sir WILLIAM SCENTLOVE takes off his periwig. Lord. From this Minute I'll be a servant to your goodness; A mistress in the wanton sense is common, I'll honour you with chaste thoughts, and call you so. Cel. I'll study to be worth your fair opinion. Lord. Scentlove, your head was used to a covering, Beside a hat; when went the hair away? Scent. I laid a wager, my lord, with Haircut, Who thinks I shall catch cold, that I'll stand bare This half hour. Hair. Pardon my ambition, Madam, I told you truth; I am a gentleman, And cannot fear that name is drowned in my Relation to my lord. Cel. I dare not think so. Hair. From henceforth call my service duty, madam: That pig's head, that betrayed me to your mirth, Is doing penance for't. Scent. Why may not I, My lord, begin a fashion of no hair? Cel. Do you sweat, Sir William? Scent. Not with store of nightcaps. Re-enter Sir THOMAS and Lady BORNWELL, in conversation. Lady B. Heaven has dissolved the clouds that hung upon My eyes, and if you can with mercy meet A penitent, I throw my own will off, And now in all things obey yours. My nephew Send back again to the college, and myself To what place you'll confine me. Born. Dearer now Than ever to my bosom, thou shalt please Me best to live at thy own choice. I did But fright thee with a noise of my expenses; The sums are safe, and we have wealth enough, If yet we use it nobly. My lordmadam, Pray honour us to-night, Lady B. I beg your presence, And pardon. Born. I know not how my Aretina May be disposed to-morrow for the country. Cel. You must not go before you have done Me honour to accept an entertainment Where I have power; on those terms I'm your guest. Born. You grace us, madam. Lady B. Already I feel a cure upon my soul, and promise My after life to virtue. Pardon, Heaven, My shame, yet hid from the world's eye. [Aside. Re-enter DECOY behind. Dec. Sweet madam! Lady B. Not for the world be seen here! we are lost. I'll visit you at home. [Exit DECOY.]But not to practise What she expects: my counsel may recover her. [Aside. Re-enter KICKSHAW. Kick. Where's madam?Pray lend me a little money, My spirit has deceived me; Proserpine Has broke her word. Lady B. Do you expect to find The devil true to you? Kick. Not too loud. Lady B. I'll voice it Louder, to all the world, your horrid sin, Unless you promise me religiously, To purge your foul blood by repentance, sir. Kick. Then I'm undone. Lady B. Not while I have power To encourage you to virtue; I'll endeavour To find you out some nobler way at court, To thrive in. Kick. Do't, and I'll forsake the devil, And bring my flesh to obedience. You shall steer me. My lord, your servant. Lord. You are brave again. Kick. Madam, your pardon. Born. Your offence requires Humility. Kick. Low as my heart.Sir Thomas, I'll sup with you, a part of satisfaction. Born. Our pleasures cool. Music! and when our ladies Are tired with active motion, to give Them rest, in some new rapture to advance Full mirth, our souls shall leap into a dance. [Exeunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF NUNS by JAMES SHIRLEY CUPID UNGODDED by JAMES SHIRLEY LOVE'S HUE AND CRY by JAMES SHIRLEY PIPING PEACE, FR. THE IMPOSTURE by JAMES SHIRLEY THE COMMONWEALTH OF BIRDS by JAMES SHIRLEY THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE by JAMES SHIRLEY TO MY FRIEND, MASTER JOHN FORD; ON 'LOVE'S SACRIFICE' by JAMES SHIRLEY TO ONE SAYING SHE [OR, HIS MISTRESS] WAS OLD by JAMES SHIRLEY |
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