George Beaumont

“ I have no more to say but this: stand to your tacklings, lads, and show to the world you can as well brandish a sword as shake an apron. Saint George, and on, my hearts! All. Saint George, Saint George! [Exeunt.
[Wife. 'Twas well done, Ralph! I'll send thee 90
a cold capon a-field and a bottle of March beer; and, it may be, come myself to see thee. Cit. Nell, the boy hath deceived me much; I did
not think it had been in him. He has performed such a matter, wench, that, if I live, next year I'll have him captain of the galley-foist, or I'll want my will.] ”

“ George, I will have him dance Fading; Fading, is a fine Jig I'll assure you Gentlemen: begin brother, now a capers sweet heart, now a turn a th' toe, and then tumble: cannot you tumble youth?
Boy. No indeed forsooth.
Wife. Nor eat fire?
Boy. Neither.
Wife. Why then I thank you heartily, there's two pence to buy you points withall.
Enter Jasper and Boy.
Jasp. There boy, deliver this: but do it well. Hast thou provided me four lusty fellows?
Able to carry me? and art thou perfect
In all thy business? ”

“ Joseph, Master of Peterhouse, and author of the epic allegory, Psyche, was one of the poetic imitators through whom Spenser's [25] influence was conveyed to Milton. The Sir George Beaumont of Wordsworth's day to whom reference has already been made was celebrated by that poet both as artist and patron of art. And, according to Darley, [14] Lady Mary Wortley Montagu was of the race and maiden name of our dramatist's mother, Anne Pierrepoint. From which coincidence one may, if he will, argue poetic blood on that side of the family, too ”

“ I do not like that this unthrifty youth should embezzle away the money; the poor gentlewoman his mother will have a heavy heart for it, God knows. Cit.
And reason good, sweetheart. Wife.
But let him go; I’ll tell Ralph a tale in’s ear shall fetch him again with a wanion, I warrant him, if he be above ground; and besides, George, here are a number of sufficient gentlemen can witness, and myself, and yourself, and the musicians, if we be called in question. ”

“ I pray you, what was Sir Dagonet? was not he prentice to a grocer in London? Read the play of "The Four Prentices of London," where they toss their pikes so. I pray you, fetch him in, sir, fetch him in. 60
Boy. It shall be done.—It is not our fault, gentlemen. [Exit.
Wife. Now we shall see fine doings, I warrant ye,
George.]
Scene II.
[ [ [A Hall in the King of Moldavia's Court.] |] ]
[ [ [Enter the Princess Pompiona of Moldavia, Ralph, Tim, and George with his wife.] |] ]
Wife: Oh, here they come! How prettily the King of Cracovia's daughter is dressed! ”

“ The touch of familiarity with which Heywood [135] causes that whole row of poets, many of them then dead, Robin Green, Kit Marlowe, the Toms (Kyd, Watson and Nashe) , mellifluous Will, Ben, and the rest, to live for posterity as human, and lovable, gracefully heightens the compliment for one and all.
We may surmise that one more eulogist of Beaumont, his kinsman, [136] Sir George Lisle, a marvellously gallant cavalier, who distinguished himself at Newberry, and was shot by order of Fairfax about the end of the Civil War, was old enough in 1616 to have known our poet. ”

“ The father of the Maria, or Mary, Beaumont whom Henry Beaumont nurtured as a waiting gentlewoman in his household, was his second cousin, Anthony Beaumont of Glenfield in Leicestershire. While Maria was living at the Hall, the old Knight, Sir George Villiers of Brooksby, recently widowed, visited his kinswoman, Eleanor Lewis, Henry's wife, at Coleorton, "found there," writes a contemporary, Arthur Wilson, "this young gentlewoman, allied, and yet a servant of the family," was fascinated by her graces and made her Lady Villiers. ”

“ Sir Guy? de derry down,
For Lucies sake, that Lady bright, down, down,
As ever men beheld with eye? de derry down.
Merch. I'll be reveng'd by heaven. [Exeunt. Finis Act. Secund.
Musick.
Wife. How dost thou like this George?
Cit. Why this is well Cunnie: but if Ralph were hot once: thou shouldst see more.
Wife. The Fidlers go again Husband.
Cit. I Nell, but this is scurvy Musick: I gave the whoreson gallows money, and I think he has not got me the Waits of Southwark, if I hear him not anan, I'll twinge him by the ears.
[You] Musicians play Baloo.
Wife. No good George, let's ha Lachrymæ. ”

“ Cit. Did not I tell you Nell what your man would do? by the faith of my body wench, for clean action and good delivery, they may all cast their caps at him.
Wife. And so they may i'faith, for I dare speak it boldly, the twelve Companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber: well George, and he be not inveigled by some of these paltery Players, I ha much marvel: but George we ha done our parts, if the Boy have any grace to be thankful.
Cit. Yes, I warrant you duckling.
Enter Humphrey and Luce.
Hum. Good Mistriss Luce, how ever I in fault am,
For your lame horse ”

“ Wife. George, dost thou think in thy conscience now 'twill be a match? tell me but what thou think'st sweet Rogue, thou seest the poor Gentleman (dear heart) how it labours and throbs I warrant you, to be at rest: I'll go move the Father for't.
Cit. No, no, I prethee sit still Honey-suckle, thou'lt spoil all; if he deny him, I'll bring half a dozen good fellows my self, and in the shutting of an evening knock't up, and there's an end.
Wife. I'll buss thee for that I'faith boy; well George, well you have been a wag in your days I warrant you: but God forgive you, and I do with all my heart. ”

“ Use makes perfectness. If all should fail, it is but a little straining my self extraordinary, and laugh my self to death.
Wife. It's a foolish old man this: is not he George?
Cit. Yes Cunny.
Wife. Give me a penny i'th' purse while I live George.
Cit. I by Lady Cunnie, hold thee there.
Mist. Mer. Well Charles, you promis'd to provide for Jasper, and I have laid up for Michael: I pray you pay Jasper his portion, he's come home, and he shall not consume Michaels stock: he saies his Master turn'd him away, but I promise you truly, I think he ran away. ”

“ The soup, however, was finished without any tidings of her, when, Lady Beaumont seeming a little uneasy, Sir George assured her there was no cause for alarm, as Charlotte would probably be found under her favourite gooseberry bush. Lady Beaumont seemed to acquiesce in this, and appeared tolerably composed, till the servant who had been sent to the garden came back to say that she was not there. Sir George insisted that the man had probably passed her without seeing her, the garden being so large ”

“ When she has no priest in the [48] house she feels afraid; but the simple presence of a priest so animates her that then she makes sure that no devil has any power over her house." In the years that follow to 1605, the Vauxes are identified as recusants and as sympathizers with the untoward fortunes of Fathers Southwell, Walpole, Garnet, and others. In 1601, their kinsman and Frank Beaumont's, Henry Hastings, nephew to George, fourth Earl of Huntingdon, has joined the ranks and in 1602, we find him in a list of Jesuits "to be sought after" by the Earl of Salisbury,—"John Gerard with Mrs. ”

“ No, no, Monsieur, let us be right Frenchmen, violent to charge; but when our follies are repell'd by reason, 'tis fit that we retreat, and ne'er come on more: Observe my learned Charles, he'll get thee a Nephew on Angellina shall dispute in her belly, and suck the Nurse by Logick: and here's Eustace, he was an Ass, but now is grown an Amadis; nor shall he want a Wife, if all my Land, for a Joynture, can effect: Y'are a good Lord, and of a gentle nature, in your looks I see a kind consent, and it shews lovely: and do you hear, old Fool? ”

“ I come in time to take possession of th'Office you assign me; hold the door! alas, 'tis nothing for a simple man to stay without, when a deep understanding holds conference within, say with his Wife: a trifle, Sir. I know I hold my Farm by Cuckolds Tenure; you are Lord o'th' Soil, Sir. Lilly is a Weft, a stray, she's yours to use, Sir, I claim no interest in her.
Bri. Art thou serious? speak, honest Andrew, since thou hast o'erheard us, and wink at small faults, man; I'm but a pidlar, a little will serve my turn; thou'lt find enough when I've my belly full: Wilt thou be private and silent? ”

“ O thy sweet temper! what would I have given, that Lady had been like thee: seest thou her? that face (my love) join'd with thy humble mind, had made a wench indeed.
Wel. Alas my love, what God hath done, I dare not think to mend. I use no paint, nor any drugs of Art, my hands and face will shew it.
La. Why what thing have you brought to shew us there? do you take mony for it?
Elder Lo. A Godlike thing, not to be bought for mony: 'tis my Mistris: in whom there is no passion, nor no scorn: what I will is for law; pray you salute her. ”

“ Young Lo. I am glad of your conversion Master Morecraft: Y'are in a fair course, pray pursue it still.
Mor. Come, we are all gallants now, I'le keep thee company; Here honest fellow, for this Gentlemans sake, there's two Angels more for thee.
Savil. God quite you Sir, and keep you long in this mind.
Young Lo. Wilt thou persevere?
Mor. Till I have a penny. I have brave cloathes a making, and two horses; canst thou not help me to a match Knight, I'le lay a thousand pound upon my crop-ear. ”

“ A Priapisme followes, and as Ile handle it,
It shall old lecherous Goat in authoritie.
Now they begin to bill; how he slavers her!
[G] ramercie Lilly, she spits his kisses out,
And now he offers to fumble she fals off,
(That's a good Wench) and cries fair play above boord
Who are they in the corner? As I live,
A covey of Fidlers; I shall have some musick yet
At my making free oth' Companie of Horners;
There's the comfort, and a Song too! He beckons for one—
Sure 'tis no Anthem nor no borrowed rhymes
Out of the Schoole of vertue; I will listen— A Song. ”

“ Speake not so softly Sir, tis very likely.
Bri. Come leave your finical talke, and let's dispatch, Charles.
Cha. Dispatch? What? Bri. Why the land. Cha. You are deceiv'd, Sir,
Now I perceive what 'tis that woes a woman,
And what maintaines her when shee's woo'd: Ile stop here.
A wilfull poverty nere made a beauty,
Nor want of meanes maintain'd it vertuously:
Though land and monies be no happinesse,
Yet they are counted good additions.
That use Ile make; He that neglects a blessing,
Though he want present knowledge how to use it,
Neglects himself ”

“ The man that cryes consider is our foe: let my steel know him.
Young Lo. Stay thy dead doing hand, he must not die yet: prethee be calm my Hector.
Capt. Peasant slave, thou groom compos'd of grudgings, live and thank this Gentleman, thou hadst seen Pluto else. The next consider kills thee.
Trav. Let him drink down his word again in a gallon of Sack.
Poet. 'Tis but a snuffe, make it two gallons, and let him doe it kneeling in repentance.
Savil. Nay rather kill me, there's but a lay-man lost. Good Captain doe your office.
Young Lo. Thou shalt drink Steward, drink and dance my Steward. ”

“ Gos. How soon my light's put out! hard hearted Bruges! Within thy Walls may never honest Merchant Venture his fortunes more: O my poor Wench too.
Enter Gerrard.
Ger. Good fortune, Master.
Gos. Thou mistak'st me, Clause, I am not worth thy Blessing.
Ger. Still a sad man!
Enter Higgen and Prigg, like Porters. No belief gentle Master? come bring it in then, And now believe your Beadsman.
Gos. Is this certain? Or dost thou work upon my troubled sense?
Ger. 'Tis gold, Sir, Take it and try it.
Gos. Certainly 'tis treasure; Can there be yet this Blessing? ”

“ I would behold your dreames too, if't were possible;
Those were rich showes. Ang. I am becomming Traitor.
Cha. Then like blew Neptune courting of an Hand,
Where all the perfumes and the pretious things
That wait upon great Nature are laid up,
Ide clip it in mine armes, and chastly kiss it,
Dwell in your bosome like your dearest thoughts,
And sigh and weepe. Ang. I've too much woman in me.
Cha. And those true teares falling on your pure Chrystals, Should turne to armelets for great Queenes 't adore.
Ang. I must be gone. Cha. Do not, I will not hurt ye ”

“ Come, sir, she’s yours; upon my faith, she’s yours; You have my hand: for other idle lets Between your hopes and her, thus with a wind They are scattered and no more. My wanton prentice, That like a bladder blew himself with love, I have let out, and sent him to discover New masters yet unknown. Hum.
I thank you, sir, Indeed, I thank you, sir ”

“ With Kings and Emperours, and weigh their Counsels,
Calling their Victories (if unjustly got)
Unto a strict accompt, and in my phancy,
Deface their ill-plac'd Statues; Can I then
Part with such constant pleasures, to embrace
Uncertaine vanities? No, be it your care
T'augment your heap of wealth; It shall be mine
T'encrease in knowledg—Lights there for my study. Exit.
Bri. Was ever man that had reason thus transported From all sense and feeling of his proper good? It vexes me, and if I found not comfort In my young Eustace, I might well conclude My name were at a period! Lew. ”

“ Any tree, with windy force,
Cross thy streams, to stop thy course:
May no beast that comes to drink,
With his horns cast down thy brink;
May none that for thy fish do look,
Cut thy banks to damm thy Brook;
Bare-foot may no Neighbour wade
In thy cool streams, wife nor maid,
When the spawns on stones do lye,
To wash their Hemp, and spoil the Fry.
God. Thanks Virgin, I must down again,
Thy wound will put thee to no pain:
Wonder not so soon 'tis gone:
A holy hand was laid upon.
Amo. And I unhappy born to be, Must follow him that flies from me.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Perigot. ”

“ Ne'er shall we more upon Shrove-Tuesday meet, And pluck down houses of iniquity;— 180
My pain increaseth;—I shall never more Hold open, whilst another pumps both legs, Nor daub a satin gown with rotten eggs; Set up a stake, oh, never more I shall! I die! fly, fly, my soul, to Grocers' Hall! Oh, oh, oh, &c. [Wife. Well said, Ralph! do your obeisance to
the gentlemen, and go your ways: well said, Ralph!] ”