Beaumont Fletchers Works, vol 2 | Page 8

will fall to his jewlips.
Leo. He marches not i'th' tail on's.
Lieu. No, plague take him, He'l kiss our tails as soon; he looks upon us,
As if he would say, if ye will turn again, friends, We will belabor you a
little better, And beat a little more care into your coxcombs. Now shall
we have damnable Ballads out against us, Most wicked madrigals: and
ten to one, Colonel, Sung to such lowsie, lamentable tunes.
Leo. Thou art merry, How e're the game goes: good Sir be not troubled,
A better day will draw this back again. Pray go, and cheer those left,

and lead 'em off, They are hot, and weary.
Dem. I'le doe any thing.
Leo. Lieutenant, send one presently away To th' King, and let him
know our state: and hark ye, Be sure the messenger advise his Majestie
To comfort up the Prince: he's full of sadness.
Lieu. When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather, Unless I be well
pepper'd, I shall stink, Colonel.
Leo. Go, I'le prepare thee one.
Lieu. If ye catch me then, Fighting again, I'le eat hay with a horse.
[Exit.

SCENA III.
Enter Leucippe (reading) and two Maids at a Table writing.
Leu. Have ye written to Merione?
1 Ma. Yes, Madam.
Leu. And let her understand the hopes she has, If she come speedilie--
1 Ma. All these are specified.
Leu. And of the chain is sent her, And the rich stuff to make her shew
more handsom here?
1 Maid. All this is done, Madam.
Leu. What have you dispatcht there?
2 Maid. A letter to the Country maid, and't please ye.
Leu. A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: Have ye bought the

embroydered gloves, and that purse for her, And the new Curle?
2 Maid. They are ready packt up Madam.
Leu. Her maiden-head will yield me; let me see now; She is not fifteen
they say: for her complexion-- Cloe, Cloe, Cloe, here, I have her, Cloe,
the Daughter of a Country Gentleman; Her age upon fifteen: now her
complexion, A lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling, The body
neatly built: she strikes a Lute well, Sings most inticingly, these helps
consider'd, Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred, Or
three hundred and fifty Crowns, 'twill bear it handsomly. Her Father's
poor, some little share deducted, To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be
pretty. Who takes care of the Merchants Wife?
1 Ma. I have wrought her.
Leu. You know for whom she is?
1 Ma. Very well, Madam, Though very much ado I had to make her
Apprehend that happiness.
Leu. These Kind are subtile; Did she not cry and blubber when you
urg'd her?
1 Ma. O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish.
Leu. Good signs, very good signs, Symptoms of easie nature. Had she
the Plate?
1 Ma. She lookt upon't, and left it, And turn'd again, and view'd it.
Leu. Very well still.
1 Ma. At length she was content to let it lye there, Till I call'd for't, or
so.
Leu. She will come?
1 Ma. Do you take me For such a Fool, I would part without that

promise?
Leu. The Chamber's next the Park.
1 Ma. The Widow, Madam, You bad me look upon.
Leu. Hang her, she is musty: She is no mans meat; besides, she's poor
and sluttish: Where lyes old Thisbe now, you are so long now--
2 Ma. Thisbe, Thisbe, Thisbe, agent Thisbe, O I have her, She lyes now
in Nicopolis.
Leu. Dispatch a Packet, And tell her, her Superiour here commands her
The next month not to fail, but see deliver'd Here to our use, some
twenty young and handsom, As also able Maids, for the Court service,
As she will answer it: we are out of beauty, Utterly out, and rub the
time away here With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it. [Knock
within Who's that? look out, to your business, Maid, There's nothing
got by idleness: there is a Lady, Which if I can but buckle with, Altea,
A, A, A, A, Altea young, and married, And a great lover of her husband,
well, Not to be brought to Court! say ye so? I am sorry, The Court shall
be brought to you then; how now, who is't?
1 Ma. An ancient woman, with a maid attending, A pretty Girl, but out
of Cloaths; for a little money, It seems she would put her to your
bringing up, Madam.
Enter Woman and Phebe.
Leu. Let her come in. Would you ought with us, good woman? I pray
be short, we are full of business.
Wo. I have a tender Girl here, an't please your honour.
Leu. Very well.
Wom.