Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (2 of 10) - The Humourous Lieutenant
Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Part 3 out of 4

Hell never hated good, as I hate you, Sir;
And I dare tell it to your face: What glory
Now after all your Conquests got, your Titles,
The ever-living memories rais'd to you,
Can my defeat be? my poor wrack, what triumph?
And when you crown your swelling Cups to fortune,
What honourable tongue can sing my story?
Be as your Emblem is, a g[l]orious Lamp
Set on the top of all, to light all perfectly:
Be as your office is, a god-like Justice,
Into all shedding equally your Vertues.

_Ant_. She has drencht me now; now I admire her goodness;
So young, so nobly strong, I never tasted:
Can nothing in the power of Kings perswade ye?

_Cel_. No, nor that power command me.

_Ant_. Say I should force ye?
I have it in my will.

_Cel_. Your will's a poor one;
And though it be a King's Will, a despised one.
Weaker than Infants legs, your will's in swadling Clouts,
A thousand ways my will has found to check ye;
A thousand doors to 'scape ye, I dare dye, Sir;
As suddenly I dare dye, as you can offer:
Nay, say you had your Will, say you had ravish'd me,
Perform'd your lust, what had you purchas'd by it?
What Honour won? do you know who dwells above, Sir,
And what they have prepar'd for men turn'd Devils?
Did you never hear their thunder? start and tremble,
Death sitting on your bloud, when their fires visit us.
Will nothing wring you then do you think? sit hard here,
And like a Snail curl round about your Conscience,
Biting and stinging: will you not roar too late then?
Then when you shake in horrour of this Villainy,
Then will I rise a Star in Heaven, and scorn ye.

_Ant_. Lust, how I hate thee now! and love this sweetness!
Will you be my Queen? can that price purchase ye?

_Cel_. Not all the World, I am a Queen already,
Crown'd by his Love, I must not lose for Fortune;
I can give none away, sell none away, Sir,
Can lend no love, am not mine own Exchequer;
For in anothers heart my hope and peace lies.

_Ant_. Your fair hands, Lady? for yet I am not pure enough
To touch these Lips, in that sweet Peace ye spoke of.
Live now for ever, and I to serve your Vertues--

_Cel_. Why now you show a god! now I kneel to ye;
This Sacrifice of Virgins Joy send to ye:
Thus I hold up my hands to Heaven that touch'd ye,
And pray eternal Blessings dwell about ye.

_Ant_. Vertue commands the Stars: rise more than Vertue;
Your present comfort shall be now my business.

_Cel_. All my obedient service wait upon ye. [_Ex. severally._


_Enter Leontius, Gentlemen, and Lieutenant._

_Leo_. Hast thou clean forgot the Wars?

_Lieu_. Prithee hold thy peace.

_1 Gent_. His mind's much elevated now.

_Leo_. It seems so.

_Lieu_. I am so troubled with this Fellow.

_Leo_. He will call me Rogue anon.

_1 Gent_. 'Tis ten to one else.

_Lieu_. O King that thou knew'st I lov'd thee, how I lov'd thee.
And where O King, I barrel up thy beauty.

_Leo_. He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't.

_Lieu_. O never, King.

_Leo_. By this hand, when I consider--

_Lieu_. My honest friend, you are a little sawcy.

_1 Gent_. I told you you would have it.

_Lieu_. When mine own worth--

_Leo_. Is flung into the ballance, and found nothing.

_Lieu_. And yet a Soldier.

_Leo_. And yet a sawcy one.

_Lieu_. One that has followed thee.

_Leo_. Fair and far off.

_Lieu_. Fought for thy grace.

_Leo_. 'Twas for some grief, you lye Sir.

_Lieu_. He's the son of a whore denies this: will that satisfie ye?

_Leo_. Yes, very well.

_Lieu_. Shall then that thing that honours thee?
How miserable a thing soever, yet a thing still;
And though a thing of nothing, thy thing ever.

_Leo_. Here's a new thing.

_2 Gent_. He's in a deep dump now.

_Leo_. I'le fetch him out on't. When's the King's birth-day?

_Lieu_. When e're it be, that day I'le dye with ringing.
And there's the resolution of a Lover. [_Exit._

_Leo_. A goodly resolution sure I take it.
He is bewitch'd, or moop'd, or his brains melted,
Could he find no body to fall in love with; but the King,
The good old King, to doat upon him too?
Stay, now I remember, what the fat woman warn'd me,
Bid me remember, and look to him too:
I'le hang if she have not a hand in this: he's conjured,
Goe after him, I pity the poor Rascal,
In the mean time I'le wait occasion
To work upon the Prince.

_2 Gent_. Pray doe that seriously. [_Ex. severally._


_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Lords._

_Lord_. He's very ill.

_Ant_. I am very sorry for't,
And much ashamed I have wronged her innocence,
_Menippus_, guide her to the Princes lodgings,
There leave her to his love again.

_Men_. I am glad Sir.

_Lord_. He will speak to none.

_Ant_. O I shall break that silence;
Be quick, take fair attendance.

_Men_. Yes Sir presently. [_Exit._

_Ant_. He will find his tongue, I warrant ye; his health too;
I send a physick will not fail.

_Lord_. Fair work it.

_Ant_. We hear the Princes mean to visit us
In way of truce.

_Lord_. 'Tis thought so.

_Ant_. Come: let's in then,
And think upon the noblest wayes to meet 'em. [_Exeunt._


_Enter Leontius._

_Leo_. There's no way now to get in: all the light stopt too;
Nor can I hear a sound of him, pray Heaven
He use no violence: I think he has more Soul,
Stronger, and I hope nobler: would I could but see once,
This beauty he groans under, or come to know
But any circumstance. What noise is that there?
I think I heard him groan: here are some coming;
A woman too, I'le stand aloof, and view 'em.

_Enter Menippus, Celia, Lords._

_Cel_. Well, some of ye have been to blame in this point,
But I forgive ye: The King might have pickt out too
Some fitter woman to have tri'd his valour.

_Men_. 'Twas all to the best meant, Lady.

_Cel_. I must think so,
For how to mend it now: he's here you tell me?

_Men_. He's Madam, and the joy to see you only
Will draw him out.

_Leo_. I know that womans tongue,
I think I have seen her face too: I'le goe nearer:
If this be she, he has some cause of sorrow:
'Tis the same face; the same, most excellent woman.

_Cel_. This should be Lord _Leontius_: I remember him.

_Leo_. Lady, I think ye know me.

_Cel_. Speak soft, good Souldier:
I do, and know ye worthy, know ye noble;
Know not me yet openly, as you love me;
But let me see ye again, I'le satisfie ye:
I am wondrous glad to see those eyes.

_Leo_. You have charged me.

_Cel_. You shall know where I am.

_Leo_. I will not off yet:
She goes to knock at's door: This must be she
The fellow told me of: right glad I am on't,
He will bolt now for certain.

_Cel_. Are ye within Sir?
I'le trouble you no more: I thank your courtesie,
Pray leave me now.

_All_. _Me_. We rest your humble servants. [_Ex. Me. &c._

_Cel_. So now my jives are off: pray Heaven he be here!
Master, my royal Sir: do you hear who calls ye?
Love, my _Demetrius_.

_Leo_. These are pretty quail-pipes,
The Cock will Crow anon.

_Cel_. Can ye be drowsie,
When I call at your Window?

_Leo_. I hear him stirring:
Now he comes wondring out.

_Enter Demetrius._

_Dem_. 'Tis _Celias_ sound sure:
The sweetness of that tongue draws all hearts to it;
There stands the shape too.

_Le[o]_. How he stares upon her!

_Dem_. Ha? do mine eyes abuse me?
'Tis she, the living _Celia_: your hand Lady?

_Cel_. What should this mean?

_Dem_. The very self same _Celia_.

_Cel_. How do ye Sir?

_Dem_. Only turn'd brave.
I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat,
She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier.

_Cel_. How he surveyes me round? here has been foul play.

_Dem_. How came she thus?

_Cel_. It was a kind of death Sir,
I suffered in your absence, mew'd up here,
And kept conceal'd I know not how.

_Dem_. 'Tis likely:
How came you hither _Celia_? wondrous gallant:
Did my Father send for ye?

_Cel_. So they told me Sir,
And on command too.

_Dem_. I hope you were obedient?

_Cel_. I was so ever.

_Dem_. And ye were bravely us'd?

_Cel_. I wanted nothing:
My maiden-head to a mote i'th' Sun, he's jealous:
I must now play the knave with him, though I dye for't,
'Tis in my nature.

_Dem_. Her very eyes are alter'd:
Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet--
And what were those came for ye?

_Cel_. Monstrous jealous:
Have I liv'd at the rate of these scorn'd questions?
They seem'd of good sort, Gentlemen.

_Dem_. Kind men?

_Cel_. They were wondrous kind:
I was much beholding to 'em;
There was one _Menippus_ Sir.

_Dem_. Ha?

_Cel_. One _Menippus_,
A notable merry Lord, and a good companion.

_Dem_. And one _Charinthus_ too?

_Cel_. Yes, there was such a one.

_Dem_. And _Timon_?

_Cel_. 'Tis most true.

_Dem_. And thou most treacherous:
My Fathers bawds by----they never miss course;
And were these daily with ye?

_Cel_. Every hour Sir.

_Dem_. And was there not a Lady, a fat Lady?

_Cel_. O yes; a notable good wench.

_Dem_. The Devil fetch her.

_Cel_. 'Tis ev'n the merriest wench--

_Dem_. Did she keep with ye too?

_Cel_. She was all in all; my bed-fellow, eat with me,
Brought me acquainted.

_Dem_. You are well know[n] here then?

_Cel_. There is no living here a stranger I think.

_Dem_. How came ye by this brave gown?

_Cel_. This is a poor one:
Alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels?
Why, they are the poorest things, to those are sent me,
And sent me hourly too.

_Dem_. Is there no modestie?
No faith in this fair Sex?

_Leo_. What will this prove too?
For yet with all my wits, I understand not.

_Dem_. Come hither; thou art dead indeed, lost, tainted;
All that I left thee fair, and innocent,
Sweet as thy youth, and carrying comfort in't;
All that I hoped for vertuous, is fled from thee,
Turn'd black, and bankrupt.

_Leo_. 'By'r Lady, this cuts shrewdly.

_Dem_. Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee;
The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai'd thee;
Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one,
Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis'd one,
And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin;
Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of;
Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces.
Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating.

_Cel_. You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir;
I did but jest with you.

_Dem_. Look not upon me,
There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours;
And when they flame, more torments.

_Cel_. Dare ye trust me?
You durst once even with all you had: your love Sir?
By this fair light I am honest.

_Dem_. Thou subtle _Circe_,
Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses:
Curse not the day.

_Cel_. Come, come, you shall not do this:
How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me;
You are not in the field among your Enemies;
Come, I must cool this courage.

_Dem_. Out thou impudence,
Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee,
I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction,
I pull'd into my heart that sudden poyson,
That now consumes my dear content to cinders:
I am not now _Demetrius_, thou hast chang'd me;
Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang'd me;
Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me;
And where, before I touch'd on this fair ruine,
I was a man, and reason made, and mov'd me,
Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander.

_Cel_. And as you are noble, do you think I did this?

_Dem_. Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me.

_Cel_. I will go from ye, never more to see ye:
I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o're me;
And through the progress of my life hereafter;
Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man,
One that ne're knew the worth of polish'd vertue;
A base suspecter of a virgins honour,
A child that flings away the wealth he cri'd for,
Him will I call _Demetrius_: that fool _Demetrius_,
That mad man a _Demetrius_; and that false man,
The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince _Demetrius_.
You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye,
Petition for my peace; let those that feel here
The weight of evil, wait for such a favour,
I am above your hate, as far above it,
In all the actions of an innocent life,
As the pure Stars are from the muddy meteors,
Cry when you know your folly: howl and curse then,
Beat that unmanly breast, that holds a false heart
When ye shall come to know, whom ye have flung from ye.

_Dem_. Pray ye stay a little.

_Cel_. Not your hopes can alter me.
Then let a thousand black thoughts muster in ye,
And with those enter in a thousand doatings;
Those eyes be never shut, but drop to nothing:
My innocence for ever haunt and fright ye:
Those arms together grow in folds; that tongue,
That bold bad tongue that barks out these disgraces.
When you shall come to know how nobly vertuous
I have preserv'd my life, rot, rot within ye.

_Dem_. What shall I doe?

_Cel_. Live a lost man for ever.
Go ask your Fathers conscience what I suffered,
And through what seas of hazards I sayl'd through:
Mine honour still advanced in spight of tempests,
Then take your leave of love; and confess freely,
You were never worthy of this heart that serv'd ye,
And so farewel ungratefull-- [_Exit._

_Dem_. Is she gone?

_Leo_. I'le follow her, and will find out this matter.-- [_Exit._

_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Lords.

_Ant_. Are ye pleas'd now? have you got your heart again?
Have I restor'd ye that?

_Dem_. Sir even for Heaven sake,
And sacred truth sake, tell me how ye found her.

_Ant_. I will, and in few words. Before I tri'd her,
'Tis true, I thought her most unfit your fellowship,
And fear'd her too: which fear begot that story
I told ye first: but since, like gold I toucht her.

_Dem_. And how dear Sir?

_Ant_. Heavens holy light's not purer:
The constancy and goodness of all women
That ever liv'd, to win the names of worthy,
This noble Maid has doubled in her: honour,
All promises of wealth, all art to win her,
And by all tongues imploy'd, wrought as much on her
As one may doe upon the Sun at noon day
By lighting Candles up: her shape is heavenly,
And to that heavenly shape her thoughts are angels.

_Dem_. Why did you tell me Sir?

_Ant_. 'Tis true, I err'd in't:
But since I made a full proof of her vertue,
I find a King too poor a servant for her.
Love her, and honour her; in all observe her.
She must be something more than time yet tells her:
And certain I believe him b[l]est, enjoyes her:
I would not lose the hope of such a Daughter,
To adde another Empire to my honour.-- [_Exit._

_Dem_. O wretched state! to what end shall I turn me?
And where begins my penance? now, what service
Will win her love again? my death must doe it:
And if that sacrifice can purge my follies,
Be pleas'd, O mightie Love, I dye thy servant-- [_Exit._


_Enter_ Leontius, _and_ Celia.

_Leo_. I know he do's not deserve ye; h'as us'd you poorly:
And to redeem himself--

_Cel_. Redeem?

_Leo_. I know it--
There's no way left.

_Cel_. For Heavens sake do not name him,
Do not think on him Sir, he's so far from me
In all my thoughts now, methinks I never knew him.

_Leo_. But yet I would see him again.

_Cel_. No, never, never.

_Leo_. I do not mean to lend him any comfort;
But to afflict him, so to torture him;
That even his very Soul may shake within him:
To make him know, though he be great and powerfull,
'Tis not within his aim to deal dishonourably,
And carry it off; and with a maid of your sort.

_Cel_. I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him;
Now, now, I could whet my anger at him;
Now arm'd with bitterness, I could shoot through him;
I long to vex him.

_Leo_. And doe it home, and bravely.

_Cel_. Were I a man!

_Leo_. I'le help that weakness in ye:
I honour ye, and serve ye.

_Cel_. Not only to disclaim me,
When he had seal'd his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me,
And poor believing I became his servant:
But most maliciously to brand my credit,
Stain my pure name.

_Leo_. I would not suffer it:
See him I would again, and to his teeth too:
Od's precious, I would ring him such a lesson--

_Cel_. I have done that already.

_Leo_. Nothing, nothing:
It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time
He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it.
That, and your urg'd on anger to the highest,
Why, 'twill be such a stroak--

_Cel_. Say he repent then,
And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman;
A woman that have lov'd him, Sir, have honour'd him:
I am no more.

_Leo_. Why, you may deal thereafter.

_Cel_. If I forgive him, I am lost.

_Leo_. Hold there then,
The sport will be to what a poor submission--
But keep you strong.

_Cel_. I would not see him.

_Leo_. Yes,
You shall Ring his knell.

_Cel_. How if I kill him?

_Leo_. Kill him? why, let him dye.

_Cel_. I know 'tis fit so.
But why should I that lov'd him once, destroy him?
O had he scap't this sin, what a brave Gentleman--

_Leo_. I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler,
A handsomer, the whole world had not show'd ye:
And to his making such a mind--

_Cel_. 'Tis certain:
But all this I must now forget.

_Leo_. You shall not
If I have any art: goe up sweet Lady,
And trust my truth.

_Cel_. But good Sir bring him not.

_Leo_. I would not for the honour ye are born to,
But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him.

_Cel_. You will be near me then.

_Leo_. I will be with ye;
Yet there's some hope to stop this gap, I'le work hard. [_Ex._


_Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent. Lieutenant, and Lords._

_Ant_. But is it possible this fellow took it?

_2 Gent_. It seems so by the violence it wrought with,
Yet now the fits ev'n off.

_Men_. I beseech your Grace.

_Ant_. Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart,
And am right glad she drank it not her self,
And more glad that the vertuous maid escap't it,
I would not for the world 'thad hit: but that this Souldier,
Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit;
Can he make rimes too?

_2 Gent_. H'as made a thousand Sir,
And plaies the burthen to 'em on a Jews-trump,

_Ant_. He looks as though he were bepist: do you love me Sir?

_Lieu_. Yes surely even with all my heart.

_Ant_. I thank ye;
I am glad I have so good a subject: but pray ye tell me,
How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter?

_Lieu_. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier
That your grace owes just half a years pay to.

_Ant_. Well remembred;
And did I seem so young and amiable to ye?

_Lieu_. Methought you were the sweetest youth--

_Ant_. That's excellent.

_Lieu_. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye,
I wished, and wished--

_Ant_. What didst thou wish prethee?

_Lieu_. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye,
A handsom wench Sir.

_Ant_. Why? God a Mercy Souldier:
I seem not so now to thee.

_Lieu_. Not all out:
And yet I have a grudging to your grace still.

_Ant_. Thou wast never in love before?

_Lieu_. Not with a King,
And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir,
I have had such plunges, and such bickrings,
And as it were such runnings atilt within me,
For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye.

_Ant_. God a-mercy still.

_Lieu_. I had it with a vengeance,
It plaid his prize.

_Ant_. I would not have been a wench then,
Though of this age.

_Lieu_. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye.

_Ant_. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers
That e're I saw--wilt have another potion?

_Lieu_. If you will be another thing, have at ye.

_Ant_. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier,
Do bravely, I'le love thee as much.

_Lieu_. I thank ye;
But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye:
I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge.

_2 Gent_. That's certain Sir;
Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye,
Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase;
Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd;
Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this,
Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet.

_Ant_. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd;
And sirrah, for this potion you have taken,
I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on.

_Men_. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk.

_Lieu_. I hope so.

_Ant_. Are the Princes come to th' Court?

_Men_. They are all, and lodg'd Sir.

_Ant_. Come then, make ready for their entertainment,
Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir.

_Lieu_. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [_Exeunt._


_Enter Demetrius, and Leontius.

_Dem_. Let me but see her, dear _Leontius_;
Let me but dye before her.

_Leo_. Would that would doe it:
If I knew where she lay now, with what honestie,
You having flung so main a mischief on her,
And on so innocent and sweet a Beauty,
Dare I present your visit?

_Dem_. I'le repent all:
And with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow,
That ever Lover made.

_Leo_. 'Twill be too late Sir:
I know not what will become of you.

_Dem_. You can help me.

_Leo_. It may be to her sight: what are you nearer?
She has sworn she will not speak to ye, look upon ye,
And to love ye again, O she cries out, and thunders,
She had rather love--there is no hope--

_Dem_. Yes _Leontius_,
There is a hope, which though it draw no love to it,
At least will draw her to lament my fortune,
And that hope shall relieve me.

_Leo_. Hark ye Sir, hark ye:
Say I should bring ye--

_Dem_. Do [not] trifle with me?

_Leo_. I will not trifle; both together bring ye,
You know the wrongs ye' done.

_Dem_. I do confess 'em.

_Leo_. And if you should then jump into your fury,
And have another querk in your head.

_Dem_. I'le dye first.

_Leo_. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain,
The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse.

_Dem_. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance.

_Leo_. You must look wondrous sad too.

_Dem_. I need not look so,
I am truly sadness self.

_Leo_. That look will do it:
Stay here, I'le bring her to you instantly:
But take heed how you bear your self: sit down there,
The more humble you are, the more she'l take compassion.
Women are per'lous thing[s] to deal upon. [_Exit._

_Dem_. What shall become of me? to curse my fortune,
Were but to curse my Father; that's too impious;
But under whatsoever fate I suffer,
Bless I beseech thee heaven her harmless goodness.

_Enter Leontius, and Celia._

_Leo_. Now arm your self.

_Cel_. You have not brought him?

_Leo_. Yes faith,
And there he is: you see in what poor plight too,
Now you may doe your will, kill him, or save him.

_Cel_. I will goe back.

_Leo_. I will be hang'd then Lady,
Are ye a coward now?

_Cel_. I cannot speak to him.

_Dem_. O me.

_Leo_. There was a sigh to blow a Church down;
So, now their eyes are fixt, the small shot playes,
They will come to th' batterie anon.

_Cel_. He weeps extreamly.

_Leo_. Rail at him now.

_Cel_. I dare not.

_Leo_. I am glad on't.

_Cel_. Nor dare believe his tears.

_Dem_. You may, blest beauty,
For those thick streams that troubled my repentance,
Are crept out long agoe.

_Leo_. You see how he looks.

_Cel_. What have I to doe how he looks? how lookt he then,
When with a poisoned tooth he bit mine honour?
It was your counsel too, to scorn and slight him.

_Leo_. I, if ye saw fit cause; and you confest too,
Except this sin, he was the bravest Gentleman,
The sweetest, noblest: I take nothing from ye,
Nor from your anger; use him as you please:
For to say truth, he has deserved your justice;
But still consider what he has been to you.

_Cel_. Pray do not blind me thus.

_Dem_. O Gentle Mistris,
If there were any way to expiate
A sin so great as mine, by intercession,
By prayers, by daily tears, by dying for ye:
O what a joy would close these eyes that love ye.

_Leo_. They say women have tender hearts, I know not,
I am sure mine melts.

_Cel_. Sir, I forgive ye heartily,
And all your wrong to me I cast behind me,
And wish ye a fit beauty to your vertues:
Mine is too poor, in peace I part thus from you;
I must look back: gods keep your grace: he's here still. [_Ex._

_Dem_. She has forgiven me.

_Leo_. She has directed ye:
Up, up, and follow like a man: away Sir,
She lookt behind her twice: her heart dwells here Sir,
Ye drew tears from her too: she cannot freeze thus;
The door's set open too, are ye a man?
Are ye alive? do ye understand her meaning?
Have ye bloud and spirit in ye?

_Dem_. I dare not trouble her.

_Leo_. Nay, and you will be nip't i'th' head with nothing,
Walk whining up and down; I dare not, I cannot:
Strike now or never: faint heart, you know what Sir--
Be govern'd by your fear, and quench your fire out.
A Devil on't, stands this door ope for nothing?
So get ye together, and be naught: now to secure all,
Will I go fetch out a more soveraign plaister. [_Exeunt._


_Enter Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentlemen,

_Ant_. This peace is fairly made.

_Seleu_. Would your Grace wish us
To put in more: take what you please, we yield it;
The honour done us by your son constrains it,
Your noble son.

_Ant_. It is sufficient, Princes;
And now we are one again, one mind, one body,
And one sword shall strike for us.

_Lys_. Let Prince _Demetrius_
But lead us on: for we are his vowed servants;
Against the strength of all the world we'l buckle.

_Ptol_. And even from all that strength we'l catch at victory.

_Sel_. O had I now recover'd but the fortune
I lost in _Antioch_, when mine Unckle perish'd;
But that were but to surfeit me with blessings.

_Lys_. You lost a sweet child there.

_Sel_. Name it no more Sir;
This is no time to entertain such sorrows;
Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince,
And wait upon him?

_Enter Leon._

_Ant_. I wonder he stayes from us:
How now _Leontius_, where's my son?

_Sel_. Brave Captain.

_Lys_. Old valiant Sir.

_Leo_. Your Graces are welcom:
Your son and't please you Sir, is new cashiered yonder,
Cast from his Mistris favour: and such a coil there is;
Such fending, and such proving; she stands off,
And will by no means yield to composition:
He offers any price; his body to her.

_Sel_. She is a hard Lady, denies that caution.

_Leo_. And now they whine, and now they rave: faith Princes,
'Twere a good point of charity to piece 'em;
For less than such a power will doe just nothing:
And if you mean to see him, there it must be,
For there will he grow, till he be transplanted.

_Sel_. Beseech your grace, let's wait upon you thither,
That I may see that beauty dares deny him,
That scornfull beauty.

_Ptol_. I should think it worse now;
Ill brought up beauty.

_Ant_. She has too much reason for't;
Which with too great a grief, I shame to think of,
But we'll go see this game.

_Lys_. Rather this wonder.

_Ant_. Be you our guide _Leontius_, here's a new peace. [_Ex._


_Enter Demetrius and Celia._

_Cel_. Thus far you shall perswade me, still to honour ye,
Still to live with ye, Sir, or near about ye;
For not to lye, you have my first and last love:
But since you have conceiv'd an evil against me,
An evil that so much concerns your honour,
That honour aim'd by all at for a pattern:
And though there be a false thought, and confest too,
And much repentance faln in showrs to purge it;
Yet, whilest that great respect I ever bore ye,
Dwells in my bloud, and in my heart that duty;
Had it but been a dream, I must not touch ye.

_Dem_. O you will make some other happy?

_Cel_. Never,
Upon this hand I'le seal that faith.

_Dem_. We may kiss,
Put not those out o'th' peace too.

_Cel_. Those I'le give ye,
So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your _ne ultra_,
I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye,
Be your poor Mistris still: in truth I love ye.

_Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Lieutenant,
and Gentleman._

_Dem_. Stay, who are these?

_Lys_. A very handsom Lady.

_Leo_. As e're you saw.

_Sel_. Pity her heart's so cruel.

_Lys_. How does your Grace? he stands still, will not hear us.

_Ptol_. We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes.

_Lys_. He bows a little now; he's strangely alter'd.

_Sel_. Ha? pray ye a word _Leontius_, pray ye a word with ye,
_Lysimachus_? you bo'th knew mine _Enanthe_,
I lost in _Antioch_, when the Town was taken,
Mine Uncle slain, _Antigonus_ had the sack on't?

_Lys_. Yes, I remember well the Girl.

_Sel_. Methinks now
That face is wondrous like her: I have her picture,
The same, but more years on her; the very same.

_Lys_. A Cherry to a Chery is not liker.

_Sel_. Look on her eyes.

_Leo_. Most certain she is like her:
Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir,
And I hope who will more.

_Ant_. What's that ye look at, Pr[in]ces?

_Sel_. This Picture, and that Lady, Sir.

_Ant_. Ha! they are near:
They only err in time.

_Lys_. Did you mark that blush there?
That came the nearest.

_Sel_. I must speak to her.

_Leo_. You'll quickly be resolved.

_Sel_. Your name sweet Lady?

_Cel_. _Enanthe_, Sir: and this to beg your blessing.

_Sel_. Do you know me?

_Cel_. If you be the King _Seleucus_,
I know you are my Father.

_Sel_. Peace a little,
Where did I lose ye?

_Cel_. At the Sack of _Antioch_,
Where my good Unckle di'd, and I was taken,
By a mean Souldier taken: by this Prince,
This noble Prince, redeem'd from him again,
Where ever since I have remain'd his Servant.

_Sel_. My joys are now too full: welcome _Enanthe_,
Mine own, my dearest, and my best _Enanthe_.

_Dem_. And mine too desperate.

_Sel_. You shall not think so,
This is a peace indeed.

_Ant_. I hope it shall be,
And ask it first.

_Cel_. Most Royal Sir, ye have it.

_Dem_. I once more beg it thus.

_Sel_. You must not be deny'd, Sir.

_Cel_. By me, I am sure he must not: sure he shall not;
Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it;
And from this hour, no envious spight e're part us.

_All_. The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye.

_Dem_. My new _Enanthe_.

_Ant_. Come, beat all the Drums up,
And all the noble instruments of War:
Let 'em fill all the Kingdom with their sound,
And those the brazen Arch of Heaven break through,
While to the Temple we conduct these two.

_Leo_. May they be ever loving, ever young,
And ever worthy of those lines they sprung;
May their fair issues walk with time along.

_Lieu_. And hang a Coward now; and there's my song. [_Exeunt._

* * * * *


_Would some man would instruct me what to say
For this same Prologue, usual to a Play,
Is tied to such an old form of Petition;
Men must say nothing now beyond commission:
The Cloaks we wear, the Leggs we make, the place
We stand in, must be one; and one the face.
Nor alter'd nor exceeded; if it be,
A general hisse hangs on our levitie:
We have a Play, a new Play to play now,
And thus low in our Playes behalf we bow;
We bow to beg your suffrage, and kind ear;
If it were naught, or that it might appear,
A thing buoy'd up by prayer, Gentlemen,
Believe my faith, you should not see me then.
Let them speak then have power to stop a storm:
I never lov'd to feel a House so warm:
But for the Play if you dare credit me,
I think it well: All new things you shall see,
And these disposed to all the mirth that may;
And short enough we hope: and such a Play
You were wont to like: sit nobly then, and see:
If it miscarry, pray look not for me._

* * * * *

Spoke by the _Lieutenant_.

_I am not cur'd yet throughly; for believe
I feel another passion that may grieve,
All over me I feel it too: and now
It takes me cold, cold, cold, I know not how:
As you are good men help me, a Carowse
May make me love you all, all here i'th' house,
And all that come to see me doatingly;
Now lend your hands; and for your courtesie,
The next imployment I am sent upon,
I'le swear you are Physicians, the War's none._


(A) The First Folio.
(B) The Second Folio.
(C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625.

This MS. is a beautiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound
in vellum, with gilt lines and a gilt design on the cover. The following
particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:--

'K. Digby Margrit
This Manuscript belonged to the celebrated
Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter
(one of the daughters & co-heiresses of his eldest
son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq're
of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter
& coheiress to Richard Williams Esq., my Great Grandfather.
Thro' this connection of my family with
that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books
& Manuscripts have come into my possession.
Wm W.E. Wynne.
given by W.W.E. Wynne Esqre to me
W. Ormsby Gore
April 8. 1837.'

The title-page is as follows:--

a pleasant Comedie
written by
John Fletcher gent.'

Surrounding the title are rough decorations drawn in ink in the form of
corkscrew scrolls.

The following dedication is written on the leaf following the

To the honorable
Kelham Digbie

Worthie Sir.

I know, that to a Man of your religious Inclination, a devine Argument
would have byn much more Wellcom; And such a one (good Sir) have I upon
the Anvile for you, but it requires some-what a more Consolatorie time to
fashion it: Being therefore by the Wise-mans rule (That sales there is a
time for all thinges) encouraged, I hope it will not be much in-oportune,
after a Season so sad, to present you with a Matter Recreative. Well
knowing, that you that know well how to bestow all your howers, will (in
yo'r release from higher Studies) not think a litle peece of time lost, in
casting, upon this Comedie, yo'r Smile, and upon him, that (in all dutie)
submits it to yo'r generous Acceptaunce, your Noble Favo'r, as upon one
that shall still rejoyce to be esteemed
Your Commaunded Beades-man
Ralph Crane.
Novemb. 27. 1625.

p. 281,
Omitted in C. Also omitted in A save the title, The Humourous Lieutenant.
l. 34. B _misprints_] Evanthe.

p. 282,
l. 2. C] 2 Gent. Ushers, & Servants with.
l. 3. C _omits_] quick.
l. 6. C] 'pray ye tell.
l. 7. C] Mornings.
l. 8. C _omits_] Lord.
C] you should live.
l. 11. C] are off the.
A] are of the.
l. 12. _Omitted in_ C.
l. 13. C _adds_]
(make all things perfect) would you have theis Ladies,
they that come here to see the Show, theis Beuties (Enter 2. or
that have byn labouring to sett-off their Sweetnes, (3. Ladies
and washed, and curld; perfum'd, and taken Glisters,
for feare a flaw of wind might over-take 'em,
loose theis, and all theire expectations?
l. 19. C] eie.
l. 20. C] and where.
l. 22. C] shall survey their.
l. 26. C] Enter divers Cittizens, & their wives.
ll. 28 and 29. C _gives these 2 ll. simply to_ Citt.
l. 36. _Omitted in_ C.
A] was as like.

p. 283,
ll. 1 and 2. _Omitted in_ C.
l. 6. C] he is.
l. 7. _Omitted in_ C.
l. 9. C] Enter Celia, (in poore attire).
l. 13. C] are lost too.
l. 14. C] mine eies.
l. 16. C] dores.
l. 22. C _omits_] Death.
l. 24. C _omits_] a Devil...mine honestie? _and adds_]

Cel. I crave your mercy: I meant no such thing to ye:
but if ye were a Gentleman:

2. alas (poore woman:)
'pray doe not thrust her soe:

Cel. nay: even continue:
and doe not let your Office fall (Sir) I beseech ye:
for want of Indiscretion, and ill-manners;
you would have made a notable sturdy Beadle:

1. She must goe out:

Cel. I am out already (Sir)
out of my witts, you say: 'pray heaven it prove not;
if this fell ffitt afflict me.

l. 29. C] Agent for the.
l. 32. C]

of Gentleman
and did forgive that hereditary folly
belongs to your Place: but now, etc.

l. 37. C _omits_] one.

p. 284,
l. 8. C] in Gibbitts.
l. 9. C] par'lous.
l. 14. C] Showes are past ye. A] shews are past.
l. 18. C] merry, (Sir).
l. 23. C] you deare (Sir).
l. 32. C. _gives the first three words to_ 1 Ush.
l. 33. C] Antigonus: and his Traine.

p. 285,
l. 2. C's _stage direction reads_ Enter ye Embassadors. from
Seleucus, Lysimachus, & Ptolomey:
l. 7. C] Greivances? _and omits_ l. 8.
ll. 13 and 14. C _prints_ (not Enemie)
_after_ ye' have hedg'd in _and omits_ as.
l. 17. C] bloody Roades.
l. 18. C _adds_]

2. Emb. We therefore,
as yet the ministers of Peace, of ffriendship,
as yet our MASTERS Swords, and Angers sleeping,
all former Injuries forgot, and buried,
as yet to stop that swelling tide of Blood,
(O mightie Sir) that when it comes, like Tempests
broke from the raging North, beates all before 'em.
We yet crave restitution of those Lands,
those Citties sackd*, those PRISONERS, and that PREY,
the Soldiers, by your will, stands Master of;
Thinck, etc.

l. 19. B] love great, Sir.
l. 20. C] you late held. A] hold.
l. 31. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 32. C _adds_]

or War, (though rather
I could afford your Age, so much discretion
to leave off brawling now);* The Wars are doubtfull,
and on Our Horsemens Staves, Death lookes as grimly
as on your keene-edgd Swords: Our darts sure pointed,
and from Our sinowye Bowes, we can raise showres
of bloody Shaffts, shall hide the face of heaven,
and cast as deepe Ecclipzes ore the day,
and terrible, as yours: Our Strengthes are equall;
Our hopes, as high, and wanton: Even our _Men_
the same in Labours, and in Sufferance:
Hunger they dare contemne, as well as yours,
and where they find no Meate, feed on their Angers,
march on the edge of danger; Rest and Sleepe,
(the soules of soft, and tender Bodies) they
shake off, as well as yours: And when tyrde Nature
locks up their Spiritts, yet like Stormes, farr off,
even in their Rest, they raise a warlike Murmurr,
we come prepard for either. {Enter Prince Demetrius
{from hunting: attended
{wth yong Gentlemen.

l. 35. C] trembles.
l. 36. C] It's He.

p. 286,
l. 6. A _gives_ Gent _to the end of this line, not to line 5_.
l. 11. C] MASTERS lives.
l. 18. _A comma has been added at end of line_.
l. 25. C] now a god speakes. A] Now 'a speakes.
l. 35. A and C] at his best.
l. 40. C] MUNITION: Or must.

p. 287,
l. 3. C] must they.
l. 4. A] same field.
l. 6. C] their desires.
l. 9. A] mortall thinge.
l. 18. C] it's.
l. 19. A and C] make.
l. 20. C] 'pray _and so throughout_.
l. 22. C] 'pray ye.
l. 25. C] to 'ye.
l. 29. C] 'pre-thee _and so throughout_.
l. 37. C _omits_] Madam, my service--
l. 38. A] and 't.
ll. 39 and 40. C _omits_] 2.

p. 288,
l. 1. A _gives this line to_ Cel.
l. 6. C] ffare ye well.
l. 13. C _omits_] 3.
l. 14. C _omits_] yet.
l. 18. C] answeares.
l. 25. C] 1. Emb.
l. 31. C _omits_] Gentlemen.
l. 34. C] beg that.
l. 36. C] growne weake, and old.

p. 289,
l. 1. B] yer.
l. 5. C] teach me.
l. 11. C] O blesse.
l. 22. C _omits_] 2.
l. 26. C _omits_] now.
l. 29. A] thinkes.
l. 36. A and C] a wing.

p. 290,
l. 6. B] ned.
l. 7. C] beleeve't.
l. 27. C] a wanton.
ll. 28, 29 and 30. C]

Ant. did not you mark a Woman my Sonne risse to?
Gent. I saw her Sir
Ant. doe you know her?
Gent, noe; beleeve't, Sir:

ll. 28-36. A]

_Ant_. She must be known & suddenly; when you have done
Come in and take your leave sir, and some few
Prayers along.

_Ant_. [sic] Do ye know her?

_Gent. Char_. No, beleeve sir.

_Ant_. Did you observe her _Tymon_?

_Tym_. I look'd on her,
But what she is--

_Ant_. I must have that found.

_Tym_. Well sir

ll. 35 and 36. C]

Tim. well Sir:
Ant. When you have done come in, and take your leave Sir,
some fewe praires along.--Ext.

p. 291.
C _omits_ l. 9.
l. 11. C] see her.
l. 16. C _gives this line to_ Leo.
l. 21. C] Coronall.
l. 26. A] Th'allarums. C] the Allarums of soft vowes, and fightes
and fidle-fadles.
l. 31. C] Enter y'e Leiuetenant.
l. 35. C] hath serv'd.
l. 36. C] and trayld a.
l. 37. C] so honorbled.

p. 292,
l. 18. C] 'not a pangue.
l. 20. C] should be all.
l. 29. C] that hath.
l. 30. C] hath taken.
l. 38. C] stay us.

p. 293,
l. 9. C] noe 'beleeve' Sir.
l. 18. C _omits_] Sir.
l. 39. C] unles 'twas.

p. 294,
l. 4. C] y'ar.
l. 38. C _adds stage direction_] Droms beate.

p. 295,
l. 14. C _adds stage direction_] Droms agen.
l. 16. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 18. C] fye on.
l. 29. C _adds_] Exeunt severally.
l. 31. C] and Timon.

p. 296, ll. 2-4. C _adds_]

should never be imploid; how are you certaine
she is a stranger?

Tim. being so yong, and handsome,
and not made privy to your Graces pleasures
for I presume under your gracious favo'r
you have not yet (Sir.)

Ant. what (Sir?)

Tim. as they say (Sir)
made any salley on her, or delighted
your roiall body;

Ant. you prate like a coxcombe.

Tim. sure I thinck I doe (Sir) But (howsoever)
I speake with in my compasse; in theis matters
that concerne partie, and partie, and no farther,
that reach but to the meere instruction
and garnishing of youth:

Ant. you'll hold your prating?

Tim. I know not: for theis twentie yeares, I am sure on't,
(I thinck theis five and twenty) I have serv'd ye,
and serv'd ye with as good, and gratious pleasure,
like a true Subject, ever cautulous
that nothing you receivd from me, to sport ye,
but should endure all tests, and all translations:
I thinck I have don soe: and I thinck I have fitted yee:
and if a coxcomb can doe theis things handsomer:

Ant. Wellcom _Minippus_. {Enter _Minippus_.

l. 27. C] confident.
l. 30. C _gives this line to_ Car.
l. 31. C] there's,

p. 297,
l. 1. B] groose.
l. 7. C] Enter Demetrius, and Leontius.
l. 30. C] I live to know.
l. 36. C] sure if.

p. 298,
l. 4. C] hang out.
l. 7. C] as your.
l. 8. C] that know.
ll. 10 and 11. C _transposes these two_ ll.
l. 12. C] hath sent.
l. 17. C] I see ye.
l. 29. C] 'pray ye doe.
l. 35. C] designes it.

p. 299,
l. 2. C] we are mawld.
l. 8. C] so thrashd.
l. 11. C] on my...about.
l. 14. C] Coronall _and so throughout, with variations of spelling_.
l. 18. C] over.
l. 30. A _by mistake gives this line to_ Leo. C. _omits_ l. 31.
l. 33. C] in peeces.
l. 36. C] he hath.
l. 37. C] Julipps.
l. 38. C _gives this line to_ Dem.
l. 39. C] noe: noe: hang him.

p. 300,
l. 5. C] dampnable.
l. 13. C _adds_] Exit.
l. 21. C _omits this line and gives the following line to_ Leo.
l. 24. C] Enter Leucippe, and her Maides, writing.
l. 25. C] Mariane.
l. 35. C] peevish, very peevish.
l. 36. C] and the.

p. 301,
l. 1. C _adds stage direction_] she turnes over a Booke.
l. 19. C] those.
l. 33. C] The Chamber next to th' Parck.
l. 34. C] 2. Maid.
l. 35. A and C] bid.
l. 37. C] besides, she is. A] beside.
l. 39. C _omits one_ Thisbee. A _misprints it_ This.

p. 302,
l. 8. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 9. C] follow your.
l. 11. _adds stage direction_] she turnes over y'e Booke.
l. 19. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 22. A] and 't.
l. 28. C] come heather.
l. 33. C] your helpe.
l. 38. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 39. C] Maid.

p. 3O3,
l. 1. C _for_ Phe _reads_ Girle.
l. 3. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 5. C _puts_ I'll...action _in parentheses_.
l. 7. C] Who's that there? _and omits stage direction._
l. 10. B] Menippe.
l. 12. C] if you were.
l. 14. C] o' th'.
l. 32. C] thou wert.

p. 304,
l. 8. C] will yet work, without Barme (boy).
l. 12. C] Enter Antigonus, and a Soldier; wth Attendants.
l. 18. C] 'faith. A] discretion.
l. 20. C] and ye Leiutenant.
l. 22. A] _Lord Men_. A and B] Grace--s.
l. 27. C] backs.
l. 29. C] by heaven.

p. 305,
l. 11. A] say truth.
l. 25. C] 'chaunce.
l. 30. C _omits this line_.
l. 35. C] but I.

p. 306,
l. 5. C] and would.
l. 18. C] a joyfull showt. Enter Gentlemen.
l. 19. C] He doth.
l. 20. B] top?
l. 28. C] Gent.
l. 34. A and C] for heaven sake.
l. 39. C] all take.

p. 307,
l. 3. C] stood then before.
l. 11. C] that ye.
l. 14. C] I give.
l. 15. C _omits this line_.
l. 20. C] if 'twer.
l. 22. C] ev'n...ev'n that pure blessing.
l. 25. C] still (Sir?).
l. 28. C] Gent.
l. 31. C _gives this line to_ Gent.
l. 35. C] 'mercie upon ye.
l. 36. C] ayle ye? 'pray doe. A] ayle ye...'death.
l. 40. C] did ye.

p. 308,
ll. 1 and 2. C] 'beate...'beate.
l. 3. A and C] has.
l. 9. C] strake.
l. 10. C] dost not thou.
l. 12. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and the next only to_ Dem.
l. 17. C] 'has beat. A] h'as.
l. 19. C _omits this line_.
l. 35. C] now ye.

p. 309,
l. 12. C] where 't please you, as ye march.
l. 15. C] and there.
l. 28. C] a goodly company.
l. 34. C] your musty whore; you Rogue.

p. 310,
l. 1. C] by this good light I'll.
l. 2. C] 'strange.
l. 3. C] have that.
l. 5. C] out upon thee.
l. 16. C] and Hostisse.
l. 27. C] there is.
l. 32. C] blesse him.
l. 38. C] o'th'.

p. 311,
l. 8. C] heaven knowes, the.
l. 21. C] Minippus _and so throughout_.
l. 34. C] an hundred.
l. 37. C _omits_] on.

p. 312,
l. 13. C] her be more.
l. 17. C] and Hostesse _and so throughout_.
l. 18. C] from whence.
l. 21. C] you knew.
l. 27. C] doth it.

p. 313,
l. 1. C] a Trap.
l. 3. C] how I begin to sweatt now?
l. 7. C] out upon it.
l. 8. C] 'twas.
ll. 26-28 _are not in_ C.
l. 29. C] I dare not cursse him?
ll. 31-34 _are not in_ C.
l. 37. C] in the' ie (Lady).
l. 40 _is not in_ C.

p. 314,
l. 1 _is not in_ C.
l. 14. C] beshrew thy hart, why.
ll. 18 and 19. C]

his angry will, if ere he come to know this
as he shall.

l. 21. C] too sencibly.
ll. 22 and 23. C]

no stale Stuff, for your money-Marts; that sent it?
who dares...dar'st.

l. 34. C] how doth he?
l. 35. C] oh, my head: my head.

p. 315, l. 1. A] did a'.
l. 21 _is not in_ C, _but see below_.
l. 23. C]

Hos. you'll find I said soe:
I say it must be: the more my greif (heaven knowes)
I hope etc.

l. 25. C] art' sure.
l. 27. C] (she is mightie crafty. A] peilous crafty.
l. 33. C] whilst the.

p. 316,
l. 3. C]

(now the devill's in her)
he's etc.

l. 13. C] Leontius running after him: Drums within.
l. 23. A and C] doe but make.
l. 28. C] 'faith.
l. 31. C] art' not thou he?
l. 37. C] ye' have found the cause on't.

p. 317,
l. 8. B] so see.
l. 9. C] thou fight no more.
l. 10. C] in the.
l. 11. C] nere.
l. 19. C] heaven deliver me.
l. 11. C] Sirha.
l. 24. C] provocatives.
l. 30. C] a' devill.
l. 31. C] provoake ye.
l. 36. C] mary' that.
l. 37. C] Enter Gentlemen.
l. 39. C] hath 'hedgd. A] has.

p. 318,
l. 3. C] he hath.
l. 4. C _omits_] Sir.
l. 11. C] help.
l. 23. C _omits_] 2.
l. 25. C _adds another_] quickly.
l. 26. C] run...thicke.
C _gives this line to_ Lieu. _and the next to_ Leo.
l. 31. C] I'll bate thee one:
goe winck, and fight: for shame.
l. 38. C] a tird Girole.
l. 39. C _omits_] 2.

p. 319,
l. 1. C] why that, (Sir) that: doe.
l. 2. C _omits_] 2.
ll. 10 and 11. C]

I thanck thee: A] God a mercy,
I thanck thee, with. God a mercy with.

l. 17. C] argument: a toy:
l. 18. C _omits this line_.
l. 21. C] I'll nere.
l. 23. C] fit ye.
l. 24. C] upon's.
l. 25. C] who doth best: (Boyes.)

p. 320,
l. 1. C] how doth she her coming?
l. 11. C] she hath.
l. 14. C] she hath...they fitt.
l. 17. C] and others.
l. 18. A _omits_] _Ant_.
l. 21. A] sung to it.
l. 22. C] Eies (by heaven) they kill on.
l. 33. C] 'pray ye where's.
l. 37. C] there was.

p. 321,
l. 16. C] Ladies.
l. 17. C] not trouble ye.
l. 20. A and C] of such.
l. 28. C] on my.

p. 322,
l. 12. C _omits_] now.
l. 25. C] Gentlemen.
l. 26. C] sure I.
l. 33. C] and of a.

p. 323,
l. 2. C] and Gentlemen.
l. 19. C] a flotten.
ll. 24-26 _are omitted in_ C.
l. 34. C _omits_] 'Life.

p. 324,
l. 9. C _adds a fourth_ ha.
l. 12. C _omits_] 2.
l. 15. C _gives this line to_ 1 Phis _and the next to_ 2 Phis.
l. 21. C] did not I.
l. 23. C] he's.
l. 34. C] and other Gentlemen.

p. 325,
l. 3. C] our Watches.
l. 5. C] 'faith.
l. 8. C] yet: I see he.
l. 9. C _omits_] too.
l. 11. C] beleeve'.
l. 18. C] such a Hell...rise to.
l. 22. C] he's fairly.
l. 24. A and C] Doctor.
l. 26. C _omits_] 2.
l. 31. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 36. C _adds stage direction_] he drinks. 2. Kans.

p. 326,
l. 3. B _misprints_] remembrace.
l. 7. C] Will performd.
l. 9. C] Wine begins to tickle.
l. 12. C] a Drom beates.
l. 13. C] one sung.
l. 15. C] Song?
l. 18. C _omits_] 2.
ll. 20 and 21. A] dare ye...dare ye.
l. 25. C] 'bove.
l. 28. C _gives this line to_ Dem. _ending with_ Sore?
_and adds_ 'tis true (Sir) _to the beginning of_ Phis.
l. 34. C]

Phis. I know he's weake: but yet his hart's whole.

p. 327,
l. 2. C _gives this line to_ Dem.
l. 6. C] how the.
l. 8. C _omits_] away, away, away.
l. 10. C] and Soldiers.
l. 24. C _adds_] Alarum within.
l. 31. C] who charges.

p. 328,
l. 2. C] here five.
l. 5. A and C] a-peeces.
l. 11. C] Did I not.
l. 12. C _adds_] Exeunt.
ll. 13 and 14. C] Enter ye Leiutenant...driving Soldier before him.
l. 15. C] coxcomb.
l. 23. C _omits_] and...Gentlemen.
l. 25. C] men.
l. 29. C] he's hurt shrewdly.
l. 30. C] these.

p. 329, l. 2. C _omits_] 2.
l. 6. C _adds_] Ext.
l. 9. C]

yet: Come Leontius
Let's now up to theis Conquerors: they are our owne.

l. 17. C _adds_] say: a Trompet: _The stage direction_ Enter a Trompet and
a Harrold _is 2 or 3 lines higher in_ C.
l. 25. C] Enter Seleucus Lismachus and Ptolomey.
l. 29. C] Honours.
l. 34. C] Dem. that will not doe it.
l. 35. C _has_ Leontius _at the end, not the beginning, of the line._

p. 330,
l. 3. A] such prizes.
l. 5. C] to doe.
l. 14. C] Mans.
l. 16. C] easie price.
l. 31. C] our comfort.

p. 331,
l. 29. C] by heaven it.
l. 31. C] Lis. Ptol.
l. 32. C _omits this line and the stage direction on the following line_.
l. 36. C _omits this line and adds_ Exet.

p. 332,
l. 5. A] And yet when she is as free, and when she is courted.
C] and yet She is, as free, and when she is courted.
l. 19. C _omits_] or Lords.
ll. 22 and 23. C gives these two lines to_ 1. Gent.
l. 25. C] and those.
l. 27. C] never see so...frozen.
l. 34. C] sings daintely.
l. 37. A] th' matter.

p. 333,
l. 5. C] Enter Celia wth Ladies.
l. 10. C] Loves as Lay's.
l. 15. C] State.
l. 16. C] nowhether.
l. 21. C] no mortall.
l. 27. C] 'send.
l. 28. A and C] hand.
l. 30. A and C] that: that.

p. 334
l. 16. C] be to an.
l. 17. A and C] slubbers.
l. 26. C] nothing els to.

p. 335,
l. 16. C] hath suckd.
l. 29. C] so light.
l. 39. C] 'pree-thee...doth the.
l. 40. C] he doth.

p. 336,
l. 7. C] 'may.
l. 8. C] I have soe (Lady).
l. 17. C] be thine.
l. 18. C] the flames.
l. 36. C] Enter Demetrius: Leontius:
Gent: Soldiers: ye Host (talking wth Demetrious).

p. 337,
l. 1. A and C] on ye.
l. 9. C _gives_ Exeunt _as the sole stage direction_.
l. 18. C] There is.
l. 19. C] Leontius, etc.
l. 23. C] hath.
l. 26. C] 'faith Sir.
l. 30. C] he hath.
l. 39. C] bore ye. A] bare me.

p. 338,
l. 21. A and C] a Sorcerer.
l. 23. C] which hath.
l. 26. A _by mistake omits_ Dem. _and reads_ In heaven.
l. 37. A] and doe believe.

p. 339,
l. 3. C] shew'd.
l. 5. C] upon her.
l. 26. C _omits_] and Gent.
l. 30. C] Wayt you.
l. 33. C] your Highnes.

p. 340,
l. 8. C] discontent: Will speake.
l. 9. C _omits_] 2 Gent. C] hath taken. A] Has.
l. 17. C] she's not.
l. 22. C] hath now.
l. 24. C] none come.
l. 30. C] thy life.
l. 34. C] but drip...Snow doth.

p. 341,
l. 4. A and C] and there.
l. 6. C] in now.
l. 16. C] yet you.
l. 31. C] reneage els. A] the coole: he will revenge els.
l. 36. A] I swore I.

p. 342,
l. 1. C] Enter a Magitian wth a Bowle in his hand.
l. 3. A and C] Powders. A _gives this line to_ Mag.
l. 8. C] never.
l. 10. C _omits_] Exit.
l. 12. C's _stage direction runs_: He seems to Conjure: sweett Musick
is heard, and an Antick of litle Fayeries enter and dance about ye Bowle
and fling in things, and Ext. C _omits the Song and the Answer_.
l. 16. A] loose.
ll. 19 and 20. _A comma and a full stop have been transposed after_ Spell
_and_ desires.
l. 28. A] view e're day.
l. 30. A] and one.

P. 343,
l. 14. C _omits this line_.
l. 17. A _prefaces with_ Lew (_char_.),
l. 22. C _omits_] art.
l. 24. _Omitted from_ B _in error_.
l. 25. C] Gent. and Leiutenant.
l. 38. C] has given.
l.33. A _gives this line to_ Leo.

p. 344,
l. 1. C] ffortifications.
l. 5. C _omits_] Away.
l. 12. C] beware he's. A _gives this line to_ Leo.
l. 14. A _gives this line to_ Lieut.
l. 17. C _omits_] him.
l. 18. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 20. C] doesoe:
l. 21. C] Doe if ye.
l. 24. C _omits stage direction_.
l. 34. C] owne, Boy.
l. 35. C] w'th a.
l. 39. C _adds stage direction_] he swounds.

p. 345,
l. 2. C] Exit Dem.
l. 4. C _omits_] with a Bowl.
l. 5. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and reads_] alas, he's. C _omits_] 2.
l. 10. A and C] Waters.
l. 11. C _gives this line to_ Leo.
l. 13. A _gives this line to_ 2 Gent.
l. 14. C _omits_] 2.
l. 15. C _gives this line to_ Gent.
l. 22. C _omits_] 2.
l. 26. C] won the.
ll. 30 and 31. C] Gent. well Sir--ex't.--Enter Leucippe.
l. 36. C] in the.

p. 346,
l. 1. C] after that.
l. 5. C] has. A] 'has.
l. 13. C _omits_] Ex.
l. 18. C] that rais'd it.
l. 26. C] o' th' crimes.
l. 32. C] theis thirty...upwards. A] these.
l. 33. C] from it.
l. 36. C] shame light on him...greive hartely.

p. 347,
l. 5. C]

for heaven-sake it.

l. 13. C] fye on't, it doth.
l. 17. A] for a fit.
l. 33. C] on my.

p. 348,
l. 2. C] and of.
l. 4. C] I will, by heaven.
l. 8. C] a hart-sore.


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