“ Lass. O wearie of the way and of my life, Where shall I rest my sorrow-tired [77] limmes!
Luc. Rest in my bosome, rest you here, my Lord; A place securer you can no where finde.
Lass. Nor more unfit for my displeased minde. A heavie slumber calles me to the earth; Heere will I sleepe, if sleep will harbour heere.
Luc. Unhealthful is the melancholic earth:
O let my Lord rest on Lucilia's lappe.
Ile helpe to shield you from the searching ayre
And keepe the colde dampes from your gentle bloud.
Lass. Pray thee, away; for, whilst thou art so neere, No sleepe will seaze on my suspicious eyes. ”

“ O Pembrooke, let me kneele unto thy bloud:
And yet I know not whether't be thy bloud,
Save that my soule by a divine instinct
Tells me it is the treasure of thy veynes.
If thou beest dead, thou mirrour of all men,
I vow to dye with thee: this field, this grove,
Shall be my receptacle till my last;
My pillow shall be made a banke of mosse,
And what I drinke the silver brooke shall yeeld.
No other campe nor Court will Katharine have
Till fates do limit her a common grave.
[SCENE 3.] Enter Fraunce, Navar, Philip, Flaunders, Thomasin, and attendants.
Nav. Our daughter fled? when? ”

“ Hya. O thou ordained to beare swords in thy toung, Dead thou hast struck me and I live no more.
Alb. It seemes your honoures loved him tenderly.
Lea. O my good friend, knewest thou how deer I loved him.
Hya. Nay, knewest thou, honest friend, how deere I loved him.
Alb. I see, then, you would rejoyce at his health.
Lea. As at my life, were it revived from death.
Hya. As at my soule, were it preserv'd from hell.
Alber. Be then from death and hell recovered both
As I am now by your firme loves to me.
Admire me not, I am that Alberdure
Whom you thought drownde; that friend, that love am I.
Lea. ”

“ With Drum and Trumpet to surveigh the Campe,
To court our daughters and to feast themselves
As fits the sonnes of honourable foes.
And if it prove a match betweene them both,
There end all difference: Ile bequeath my Crowne
As a rich offering to their nuptiall Rites.
Lew. Here, strike the truce upon my kingly hand, Which is as surely ratified in this As by the testimonial of a world. So now for three moneths space all warres surcease: Our thoughts are wholy fixt on love and peace. ”

“ Enter at one dore Philip and Roderick, a drummer before them with his Drum at his back: at the other dore Ferdinand and Pembrooke with their Drummes.
Ferd. Whither goes royall Philip thus prepard?
Phil. On what adventure goes Prince Ferdinand?
Ferd. To conquer all the world, fayre Katharine, Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far. Vertue and love conducts me to your sister.
Phil. On the like voyage are my fortunes bound, I goe to winne thy sister.
Ferd. Some fayre Starre On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire. ”

“ Why, Lady, tis a pretty kinde of terme new come up in perfuming, which they call a Titillation.
Hip. Very well expounded, my Lord; forth with your kinsmans parts I pray.
Tal. He is the best Sempster of any woman in England, and will worke you needle-worke-edgings, and French purles, from an Angell to foure Angells a yarde.
Eug. That's pretious ware indeed.
Tal. He will worke you any flower to the life, as like it as if it grew in the very place, and being a delicate perfumer, he will give it you his perfect, and naturall savour. ”

“ Mistresse, Ile bring you from Arabia, Turckie, and India, where the Sunne doth rise, Miraculous Jemmes, rare stuffes of pretious worke, To beautifie you more then all the paintings Of women with their coullour-fading cheekes. ”

“ Why then sir the lesse wit will serue his Lordships turne, marry if he had bin costive of laughter he must have had two or three drams of wit the more in his foole, for we must minister according to the quantity of his Lord [ship's] humor, you know, and if he shood have as much witt in his foole being laxative of laughter, as if he were costive of Laughter, why he might laugh himselfe into an Epilepsie, and fall down dead sodainly, as many have done with the extremity of that passion; and I know your Lord cares for nothing, but the health of a Foole. ”

“ Mom. Now I prethee let me leape out of my skin for joy: why thou wilt not now revive the sociable mirth of thy sweet disposition? wilt thou shine in the World anew? and make those that have sleighted thy love with the Austeritie of thy knowledge, dote on thee againe with thy commanding shaft of their humours?
Cla. Alas, my Lord, they are all farre out of my aime; and only to fit my selfe a little better to your friendshippe, have I given these wilfull raynes to my affections.
Mom. And yfaith is my sower friend to all worldly desires ouer taken with the hart of the World, Love? ”

“ He answers you for that presently, his love is without passion, and therefore free from alteration, for Pati you know is in alterationem labi; he loves you in his soule, he tels you, wherein there is no passion. ”

“ Well, well, well, I will heare thee no more, I will heare thee no more, good Captaine. Tha's an excellent wit, and thou shalt have Crownes, a mine honour, and now Knights, and Captaine, the foole you told me off, do you all know him?
Goos. I know him best my Lord.
Fur. Doe you sir Gyles? to him then, good Knight, and be here with him and here, and here, and here againe; I meane paint him unto us sir Gyles, paint him lively, lively now, my good Knightly boy.
Goos. Why my good Lord? he will nere be long from us, because we are all mortall you know. ”

“ He will make you flyes, and wormes, of all sorts most lively, and is now working a whole bed embrodred, with nothing but glowe wormes; whose lights a has so perfectly done, that you may goe to bed in the Chamber, doe any thing in the Chamber, without a Candle. ”

“ Hee is a kinde Gentleman, Ladie, though hee bee blunt, and is of this humour, the more you presume upon him without Ceremonie, the more he loves you; if he know you thinke him kinde once, and will say nothing but still use him, you may melt him into any kindnesse you will; he is right like a woman, and had rather, you shood bluntlie take the greatest favour you can of him, then shamefastly intreat it. ”

“ Wants but a sparke,—and farewell, Ganelon!
Nowe the poxe take my harte for trustynge hym!
What a brave noble creature were a man
... ... ... ... ... see and so prevent
... ... ... ... ... nay of his slave.
Enter Richard.
Ric. Health attend you!
Gan. O my dearest sweete,
Thy presence makes thee master of thy wish;
For in it rests my health and happynes.
Howe does my best friend? faythe, you look most sadd,
And we have bothe full cause. My syster's deathe
Hath, like the moone in opposytion,
Put out the eie of heaven. But doth the emperour
Styll keep her in hys armes. ”

“ For snowe and fyer can hardlye generate.
Gan. But whyle the snowe lyes on a mountayns topp,
Consumeinge with the heat which comfortts all
Excepte it selfe, the fyer may be blowne
Into a second flame.
Rich. I graunte you that—
Gan. Posytion and request; or elles I perishe.
Rich. What meanes my Ganelon?
Gan. Faythe to be playne
And not to wrong the love, which I have founde
Ever in thee, with any further doute,
My love would have thee call a kynge thy sonne
And gett him of my sister. Startst thou backe?
Come, I doe knowe thou lovest her with thy soule
And has syght for her often. ”

“ What other reason, Pembrook, wouldst thou have?
Prepare, prepare, in this conflict to show
Thou art a knight and canst o'recome thy foe.
Pem. And if I spare thee not, impute the cause To thine owne rashnes and mine aking wounds.
Fight, and hurt eche other; both fall downe as dead.
Ferd. I hope I have slayne thee.
Pem. Oh I feare thy life. How fares my Ferdinand?
Ferd. What? liv'st thou yet? Then my fare is ill.
Pem. I am markt for death, I feele a generall fayntnesse through my lymmes; Expence of bloud will soone expend my life.
Ferd. The like debility my joynts doe feele. ”

“ I doe affect, not superficially:
My love extendeth further than the skin.
The inward Bellamira tis I seeke,
And unto her will Philip be espousde.
Nav. Oh admirable love!
Lew. O my deare sonne, Thou makest me famous by thy loyalty.
Rod. I never heard the like.
Pem. Pen never writ A worthyer Story to posterity.
Ferd.—Pen never writ of a more treacherous friend Then, Pembrooke, thou hast prov'd to Ferdinand.
Phil. Sweet Love, prepare thee to be Philips Bryde; For heere I sweare, as I am royall borne, Ile marry thee before the mornings Sunne Hath runne the third part of his glorious course. ”

“ Dost not thou know that Fortune governes them without order, and therefore reason the mother of order is none of her counsaile? why should a man desiring to aspire an unreasonable creature, which is a woman, seeke her fruition by reasonable meanes? because thy selfe binds upon reason, wilt thou looke for congruity in a woman? why? there is not one woman amongst one thousand, but will speake false Latine, and breake Priscians head. Attempt nothing that you may with great reason doubt of and out of doubt you shall obtaine nothing. ”

“ I did not thynke thee such a foe to sence
To speake with suche a daringe impudence.
Bus. Howe's that?
Gan. Thus and observe me. As you love the cubboarde
Wherein your calves brayns are lockt up for breakfast,
Whenere agayne thou shalt but dare to play
The dogge and open thus when I am present
Without my spetyall lycence and comand,
Ile vexe thee so with punishment and shame
That life shalbe thy torment. Hence, thou slave,
Of no more shyrtts, than soules, and they consistinge
Of equall foulness! hence, I say! Ignorance
Shall not excuse thee thus agayne offendinge.
Bus. Preposterous! ”

“ Fleay, not having seen the complete play, proceeds to say that the extracts I gave "are quite consistent with the supposition that it is one of Field's lost works," I must take leave to dissent. Field is the author of two comedies, "A Woman is a Weathercock" and "Amends for Ladies," and he assisted Massinger in the "Fatal Dowry." His comedies are well-constructed, bright, and airy. There is no slovenliness in the workmanship, and success is attained by honest, straightforward endeavour. ”

“ Busied to starch her French purles, and her puffs,
When I am in my Anima reflexa.
Quid est faelicitas? quae origo rerum?
And make these beings that are knowne to be
The onely serious object of true men
Seeme shadowes, with substantiall stir she keeps
About her shadowes, which if husbands love
They must beleeve; and thus my other selfe
Brings me another body to dispose,
That have already much too much of one,
And must not looke for any Soule of her
To helpe to rule two bodies?
Mom. Fie for shame;
I never heard of such an antedame [35] .
Doe women bring no helpe of soule to men? ”

“ Enter France, Flaunders
and attendants.
Lew. Prince Ferdinand and honourd English Pembrooke,
Now by S. Denis welcome! One runne straight
And give our daughter notice of these ghests.
What, man? we know you come prepar'd to woo,
To woo, to winne: now by our sacred life
We wish in soule our daughter were your wife.
Our sonne is with your sister: faire hap wayt,
For peace or war lives in your love or hate. ”

“ Alberdure is in love with Hyanth, but he has a rival in the person of his own father, the Duke of Saxony, who had been previously contracted to the Lady Catherine. Meanwhile Lord Lassenbergh, who is living disguised as a painter under Flores' roof, has gained the affections of Lucilia. In the conduct of the complicated plot no great dexterity is shown. There is a want of fusion and coherence. The reader jumbles the characters together, and would fain see at least one couple cleared off the stage in order to simplify matters. ”

“ A pox a peace, it keeps our Ancient whole, but s'hart our gaberdines go to wrack. But futra! tis well known since Dick Bowyer came to France he hath shewed himselfe a gentleman and a Cavaliero and sets feare at's heeles. And I could scape (a pox on it) th'other thing, I might haps return safe and sound to England. But what remedy? al flesh is grasse and some of us must needes be scorcht in this hote Countrey. Lieutenant Core, prithee lead my Band to their quarter; and the rogues do not as they should, cram thy selfe, good Core, downe their throats and choak them. ”

“ Nothing so: for it springs naturally out of the bloode, nor are we subject to any disease, or sorrowe, whose causes or effects simply and natively concerne the body, that the minde by any meanes partaketh, nor are there any passions in the soule, for where there are no affections, there are no passions: And Affectus your Master Galen refers parti irascenti, For illic est anima sentiens ubi sunt affectus: Therefore the Rationall Soule cannot be there also. ”

“ Why serves our owne dissemblinge arte if we
Cannot suspect when others doe dissemble?
Eld. True, daughter; love is like the weassell that went into the meale-chamber; it comes in a littill chyncke no bygger then our eie syghte, but haveinge a whyle fedd on imagynatyon dreames sonnetts to the tune of syghes and heyhos; it growes plumpe and full of humor; it asks a crannye as bygg as a conye borrowe to gett out agayne. ”

“ To do anything with 'a wet finger' is to do it easily. 'It seems not very improbable that it alluded to the vulgar and very inelegant custom of wetting the finger to turn over a book with more ease.'—Nares. ”

“ Sir Gyles Goosecap has always a deathes head (as it were) in his mouth, for his onely one reason for everything is, because we are all mortall; and therefore he is generally cald the mortall Knight; then hath he another pretty phrase too, and that is, he will "tickle the vanity ant" still in everything; and this is your Summa totalis of both their virtues.
Ia. Tis enough, tis enough, as long as they have land enough, but now muster your third person afore us I beseech you. ”

“ I discredit my wit with their company, now I thinke on't, plague a god on them; Ile fall a beating on them presently.
[Exit.
[SCENE 2.] Enter Lord Momford, and Clarence. Clarence, Horatio.
Cla. Sing good Horatio, while I sigh, and write.
According to my master Platos minde,
The soule is musicke, and doth therefore joy
In accents musicall, which he that hates
With points of discord is together tyed,
And barkes at Reason, Consonant in sense.
Divine Eugenia, beares the ocular forme
Of musicke, and of Reason, and presents
The soule exempt from flesh in flesh inflam'd [31] ”

“ Whereto my proper hate unto Orlando
And love to you entyce me equallye.
Gan. O by no meanes, whom should I trust but thee;
Tys thou & I must make eche other happye.
Repayre the with thys golde, & for thy paynes
Be equall sharer in my present meanes
And future blessyngs.
Did. No more, Sir; Ile dooe't. I speake it with a confydence whereby Ide have you say unto your selfe 'tys doone.'
Gan. Thanks, my most honest Didier.
Other affayres of seryous consequence
Call me; the Empresse must be solicyted
Unto an acte for which I'de loathe her but
My ends have gloryous aymes. ”