Act 3 — [Scene II.][2586]
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[Scene II.][2586]
Enter Duke, Infelice, Carolo, Astolfo, Beraldo, Fontinell, and three or four Masters of Bridewell.
Duke. Your Bridewell? that the name? For beauty, strength, Capacity and form of ancient building, Besides the river’s neighbourhood, few houses Wherein we keep our court can better it. 1 Mast. Hither from foreign courts have princes come,5 And with our duke did acts of State commence. Here that great cardinal had first audience, The grave Campayne; that duke dead, his son That famous prince, gave free possession Of this, his palace, to the citizens,10 To be the poor man’s ware-house; and endow’d it With lands to th’ value of seven hundred mark,[2587] With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper, As the lands then were, to an hospital Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus15 Fortune can toss the world; a prince’s court Is thus a prison now. Duke. ’Tis Fortune’s sport: These changes common are: the wheel of fate Turns kingdoms up, till they fall desolate. But how are these seven hundred marks by th’ year20 Employ’d in this your work-house? 1 Mast. War and peace Feed both upon those lands: when the iron doors Of war burst open, from this house are sent Men furnisht in all martial complement. The moon hath through her bow scarce drawn to th’ head,25 Like to twelve silver arrows, all the months, Since sixteen hundred soldiers went aboard. Here providence and charity play such parts, The house is like a very school of arts; For when our soldiers, like ships driven from sea,30 With ribs all broken, and with tatter’d sides, Cast anchor here again, their ragged backs How often do we cover! that, like men, They may be sent to their own homes again.34 All here are but one swarm of bees, and strive To bring with wearied thighs honey to the hive. The sturdy beggar, and the lazy loon,[2588] Gets here hard hands, or lac’d[2589] correction. The vagabond grows staid and learns t’ obey, The drone is beaten well, and sent away.40 As other prisons are, some for the thief, Some, by which undone credit gets relief From bridled debtors; others for the poor, So this is for the bawd, the rogue, the whore. Car. An excellent team of horse! 1 Mast. Nor is it seen45 That the whip draws blood here, to cool the spleen Of any rugged bencher;[2590] nor does offence Feel smart on spiteful or rash evidence; But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere justice leave them in the beadle’s hand.50 As iron, on the anvil are they laid, Not to take blows alone, but to be made And fashion’d to some charitable use. Duke. Thus wholsom’st laws spring from the worst abuse.
Enter Orlando, [disguised as a Serving-man,] before Bellafront.
Bell. Let mercy touch your heart-strings, gracious lord,55 That it may sound like music in the ear Of a man desperate, being i’ th’ hands of law. Duke. His name? Bell. Matheo. Duke. For a robbery? Where is he? Bell. In this house.
Exeunt Bellafront and one of the Masters of Bridewell.
Duke. Fetch you him hither— Is this the party?60
Orl. This is the hen, my lord, that the cock with the lordly comb, your son-in-law, would crow over, and tread.
Duke. Are your two servants ready? Orl. My two pedlars are pack’d together, my good lord.65 Duke. ’T is well; this day in judgment shall be spent: Vice, like a wound lanc’d, mends by punishment. Inf. Let me be gone, my lord, or stand unseen; ’T is rare when a judge strikes and that none die, And ’t is unfit then women should be by.70 1 Mast. We’ll place you, lady, in some private room. Inf. Pray do so. Exit [with a Master, who returns alone]. Orl. Thus nice dames swear, it is unfit their eyes Should view men carv’d up for anatomies,[2591] Yet they’ll see all, so they may stand unseen; Many women sure will sin behind a screen.76
Enter Lodovico.
Lod. Your son, the Lord Hippolito, is ent’red. Duke. Tell him we wish his presence. A word, Sforza; On what wings flew he hither?79
Lod. These:—I told him his lark whom he loved, was a Bridewell-bird; he’s mad that this cage should hold her, and is come to let her out.
Duke. ’T is excellent: away, go call him hither. 85
Exit Lodovico.
Re-enter one of the Governors of the House; Bellafront after him with Matheo; after him the Constable; enter at another door Lodovico and Hippolito. Orlando steps forth and brings in two [of his Servants disguised as] Pedlars.
Duke. You are to us a stranger, worthy lord; ’T is strange to see you here. Hip. It is most fit That where the sun goes, atomies[2592] follow it. Duke. Atomies neither shape nor honour bear: Be you yourself, a sunbeam to shine clear.—90 Is this the gentleman? Stand forth and hear Your accusation.
Mat. I’ll hear none; I fly high in that: rather than kites shall seize upon me, and 94 pick out mine eyes to my face, I’ll strike my talons through mine own heart first, and spit my blood in theirs. I am here for shriving those two fools of their sinful pack. When those jackdaws have caw’d over me, then must I cry 99 guilty, or not guilty. The law has work enough already and therefore I’ll put no work of mine into his hands; the hangman shall ha ’t first. I did pluck those ganders, did rob them.
Duke. ’T is well done to confess. 104
Mat. Confess and be hanged, and then I fly high, is ’t not so? That for that; a gallows is the worst rub[2593] that a good bowler can meet with; I stumbled against such a post, else this night I had play’d the part of a true son in 109 these days, undone my father-in-law; with him would I ha’ run at leap-frog, and come over his gold, though I had broke his neck for ’t: but the poor salmon-trout is now in the net.
Hip. And now the law must teach you to fly high. 114
Mat. Right, my lord, and then may you fly low; no more words:—a mouse, mum, you are stopp’d.
Bell. Be good to my poor husband, dear my lords.
Mat. Ass!119 Why shouldst thou pray them to be good to me, When no man here is good to one another?
Duke. Did any hand work in this theft but yours?
Mat. O yes, my lord, yes:—the hangman has never one son at a birth, his children always come by couples. Though I cannot give 125 the old dog, my father, a bone to gnaw, the daughter shall be sure of a choke-pear.—Yes, my lord, there was one more that fiddled my fine pedlars, and that was my wife.
Bell. Alas, I? 130
Orl. [Aside.] O everlasting, supernatural, superlative villain!
All. Your wife, Matheo?
Hip. Sure it cannot be. 134
Mat. Oh, sir, you love no quarters of mutton that hang up, you love none but whole mutton. She set the robbery, I perform’d it; she spurr’d me on, I gallop’d away.
Orl. My lords,—
Bell. My lords,—fellow, give me speech,—if my poor life140 May ransom thine, I yield it to the law. Thou hurt’st thy soul, yet wip’st off no offence, By casting blots upon my innocence. Let not these spare me, but tell truth; no, see Who slips his neck out of the misery,145 Though not out of the mischief. let thy servant That shar’d in this base act accuse me here. Why should my husband perish, he go clear?
Orl. [Aside.] A good child, hang thine own father!
Duke. Old fellow, was thy hand in too? 150
Orl. My hand was in the pie, my lord, I confess it. My mistress, I see, will bring me to the gallows, and so leave me; but I’ll not leave her so: I had rather hang in a woman’s company, 154 than in a man’s; because if we should go to hell together, I should scarce be letten in, for all the devils are afraid to have any women come amongst them. As I am true thief, she neither consented to this felony, nor knew of it. 160
Duke. What fury prompts thee on to kill thy wife?
Mat. It is my humour, sir, ’t is a foolish bag-pipe that I make myself merry with. Why should I eat hemp-seed at the hangman’s thirteen-pence halfpenny[2594] ordinary, and have this whore laugh at me, as I swing, as I totter? 166
Duke. Is she a whore?
Mat. A six-penny mutton pasty, for any to cut up.
Orl. Ah, toad, toad, toad. 169
Mat. A barber’s cittern[2595] for every serving-man to play upon; that lord, your son, knows it.
Hip. I, sir? Am I her bawd then?
Mat. No, sir, but she’s your whore then.
Orl. [Aside.] Yea, spider; dost catch at great flies?
Hip. My whore? 175
Mat. I cannot talk, sir, and tell of your rems and your rees and your whirligigs and devices: but, my lord, I found ’em like sparrows in one nest, billing together, and bulling of me. I took ’em in bed, was ready to kill him, was up 180 to stab her—
Hip. Close thy rank jaws:—pardon me, I am vex’d.— Thou art a villain, a malicious devil; Deep as the place where thou art lost, thou liest. Since I am thus far got into this storm,185 I’ll through, and thou shalt see I’ll through untoucht. When thou shalt perish in it.
Re-enter Infelice.
Inf. ’T is my cue To enter now.—Room! let my prize[2596] be play’d; I ha’ lurked in clouds, yet heard what all have said; What jury more can prove sh’as wrong’d my bed,190 Than her own husband? She must be punished. I challenge law, my lord; letters and gold And jewels from my lord that woman took. Hip. Against that black-mouth’d devil, against letters and gold, And against a jealous wife, I do uphold195 Thus far her reputation; I could sooner Shake th’ Appenine and crumble rocks to dust Than, though Jove’s shower rain’d down, tempt her to lust. Bell. What shall I say?
Orl. (discovers himself.) Say thou art not a 200 whore, and that’s more than fifteen women amongst five hundred dare swear without lying, this shalt thou say—no, let me say’t for thee;—thy husband’s a knave, this lord’s an honest man; thou art no punk, this lady’s a right 205 lady. Pacheco is a thief as his master is, but old Orlando is as true a man as thy father is. I ha’ seen you fly high, sir, and I ha’ seen you fly low, sir, and to keep you from the gallows, sir, a blue coat have I worn, and a thief did I turn. 210 Mine own men are the pedlars, my twenty pounds did fly high, sir, your wife’s gown did fly low, sir: whither fly you now, sir? You ha’ scap’d the gallows, to the devil you fly next, sir. Am I right, my liege? 215
Duke. Your father has the true physician play’d.
Mat. And I am now his patient. Hip. And be so still; ’Tis a good sign when our cheeks blush at ill. Const. The linen-draper, Signor Candido, He whom the city terms the patient man,220 Is likewise here for buying of those lawns The pedlars lost. Inf. Alas, good Candido! Duke. Fetch him; and when these payments up are cast, Exit Constable. Weigh out your light gold, but let’s have them last.
Enter Candido and Constable, [who presently goes out.]
Duke. In Bridewell, Candido? Cand. Yes, my good lord.225 Duke. What make you here? Cand. My lord, what make you here? Duke. I’m here to save right, and to drive wrong hence. Cand. And I to bear wrong here with patience. Duke. You ha’ bought stol’n goods. Cand. So they do say, my lord. Yet bought I them upon a gentleman’s word. And I imagine now, as I thought then,231 That there be thieves, but no thieves, gentlemen. Hip. Your credit’s crack’d, being here. Cand. No more than gold, Being crack’d, which does his estimation hold. I was in Bedlam once, but was I mad?235 They made me pledge whores’ healths, but am I bad Because I’m with bad people? Duke. Well, stand by; If you take wrong, we’ll cure the injury.
Re-enter Constable, after him Bots, after them two Beadles, one with hemp, the other with a beetle.[2597]
Duke. Stay, stay, what ’s he? A prisoner?
Const. Yes, my lord. 240
Hip. He seems a soldier?
Bots. I am what I seem, sir, one of fortune’s bastards, a soldier and a gentleman, and am brought in here with master constable’s band of billmen, because they face me down that I 245 live, like those that keep bowling alleys, by the sins of the people, in being a squire of the body.
Hip. Oh, an apple-squire.[2598]
Bots. Yes, sir, that degree of scurvy squires; and that I am maintained by the best part 250 that is commonly in a woman, by the worst players of those parts; but I am known to all this company.
Lod. My lord, ’t is true, we all know him; ’t is lieutenant Bots. 255
Duke. Bots, and where ha’ you served, Bots?
Bots. In most of your hottest services in the Low-countries: at the Groyne I was wounded in this thigh, and halted upon ’t, but ’t is now sound. In Cleveland I mist but little, having the bridge of my nose broken down with 261 two great, stones, as I was scaling a fort. I ha’ been tried, sir, too, in Gelderland, and scap’d hardly there from being blown up at a breach: I was fired, and lay i’ th’ surgeon’s hands 265 for ’t, till the fall of the leaf following.
Hip. All this may be, and yet you no soldier.
Bots. No soldier, sir? I hope these are services that your proudest commanders do venture upon, and never come off sometimes. 270
Duke. Well, sir, because you say you are a soldier, I’ll use you like a gentleman.—Make room there, Plant him amongst you; we shall have anon Strange hawks fly here before us. If none light On you, you shall with freedom take your flight; But if you prove a bird of baser wing,276 We’ll use you like such birds, here you shall sing. Bots. I wish to be tried at no other weapon. Duke. Why, is he furnisht with those implements? 1 Master. The pander is more dangerous to a State280 Than is the common thief; and though our laws Lie heavier on the thief, yet that the pander May know the hangman’s ruff should fit him too, Therefore he’s set to beat hemp. Duke. This does savour Of justice; basest slaves to basest labour.285 Now pray, set open hell, and let us see The she-devils that are here. Inf. Methinks this place Should make e’en Lais honest. 1 Mast. Some it turns good, But as some men, whose hands are once in blood, Do in a pride spill more, so, some going hence Are, by being here, lost in more impudence.291 Let it not to them, when they come, appear That any one does as their judge sit here; But that as gentlemen you come to see. And then perhaps their tongues will walk more free.295 Duke. Let them be marshall’d in.—[Exeunt Masters, Constable, and Beadles.]—Be cover’d all, Fellows, now to make the scene more comical. Car. Will not you be smelt out, Bots? Bots. No, your bravest whores have the worst noses.
Re-enter two of the Masters; a Constable after them, then Dorothea Target, brave;[2599] after her two Beadles, th’ one with a wheel, the other with a blue gown.
Lod. Are not you a bride, forsooth?300
Dor. Say ye?
Car. He would know if these be not your bridemen.
Dor. Vuh! yes, sir: and look ye, do you see? the bride-laces that I give at my wedding, will serve to tie rosemary to both your coffins when you come from hanging—Scab!306
Orl. Fie, punk, fie, fie, fie!
Dor. Out, you stale, stinking head of garlic, foh, at my heels.
Orl. My head’s cloven.310
Hip. O, let the gentlewoman alone, she’s going to shrift.
Ast. Nay, to do penance.
Car. Ay, ay, go, punk, go to the cross and be whipt.315
Dor. Marry mew, marry muff,[2600] marry, hang you, goodman dog. Whipt? do ye take me for a base, spital-whore? In troth, gentlemen, you wear the clothes of gentlemen, but you carry not the minds of gentlemen, to abuse320 a gentlewoman of my fashion.
Lod. Fashion? Pox a’ your fashions! Art not a whore?
Dor. Goodman slave.
Duke. O fie, abuse her not, let us two talk, What mought I call your name, pray?326
Dor. I’m not ashamed of my name, sir; my name is Mistress Doll Target, a Western gentlewoman.329
Lod. Her target against any pike in Milan.
Duke. Why is this wheel borne after her?
1 Mast. She must spin.
Dor. A coarse thread it shall be, as all threads are.
Ast. If you spin, then you’ll earn money here too?334
Dor. I had rather get half-a-crown abroad, than ten crowns here.
Orl. Abroad? I think so.
Inf. Dost thou not weep now thou art here?
Dor. Say ye? weep? Yes, forsooth, as you did when you lost your maidenhead. Do you340 not hear how I weep?
Sings.
Lod. Farewell, Doll.
Dor. Farewell, dog.
Exit.
Duke. Past shame: past penitence! Why is that blue gown?345
1 Mast. Being stript out of her wanton loose attire, That garment she puts on, base to the eye, Only to clothe her in humility. Duke. Are all the rest like this? 1 Mast. No, my good lord, You see, this drab swells with a wanton rein,350 The next that enters has a different strain. Duke. Variety is good, let’s see the rest. Exit 1 Master. Bots. Your grace sees I’m sound yet, and no bullets hit me. Duke. Come off so, and ’t is well. All. Here’s the second mess.356
Re-enter the two Masters, after them Constable, after him Penelope Whorehound, like a Citizen’s Wife; after her two Beadles, one with a blue gown, another with chalk and a mallet.
Pen. I ha’ worn many a costly gown, but I was never thus guarded[2601] with blue coats, and beadles, and constables, and—
Car. Alas, fair mistress, spoil not thus your eyes.360
Pen. Oh, sweet sir, I feel the spoiling of other places about me that are dearer than my eyes; if you be gentlemen, if you be men, or ever came of a woman, pity my case! Stand to me, stick to me, good sir, you are an old man.365
Orl. Hang not on me, I prithee; old trees bear no such fruit.
Pen. Will you bail me, gentlemen?
Lod. Bail thee? Art in for debt?369
Pen. No; God is my judge, sir, I am in for no debts; I paid my tailor for this gown, the last five shillings a-week that was behind, yesterday.
Duke. What is your name. I pray?
Pen. Penelope Whorehound, I come of the Whorehounds. How does lieutenant Bots?375
All. Aha, Bots?
Bots. A very honest woman, as I’m a soldier—a pox Bots ye.
Pen. I was never in this pickle before; and yet if I go amongst citizens’ wives, they380 jeer at me; if I go among the loose-bodied gowns,[2602] they cry a pox on me, because I go civilly attired, and swear their trade was a good trade, till such as I am took it out of their384 hands. Good lieutenant Bots, speak to these captains to bail me.
1 Mast. Begging for bail still? You are a trim gossip. Go give her the blue gown, set her to her chare. Work,[2603] huswife, for your bread, away.390
Pen. Out, you dog!—a pox on you all!—women are born to curse thee—but I shall live to see twenty such flat-caps shaking dice for a penny-worth of pippins. Out, you blue-eyed rogue! 395
Exit.
All. Ha, ha, ha.
Duke. Even now she wept, and pray’d; now does she curse?
1 Mast. Seeing me; if still she had stay’d, this had been worse.400
Hip. Was she ever here before?
1 Mast. Five times at least, And thus, if men come to her, have her eyes Wrung, and wept out her bail. All. Bots, you know her?
Bots. Is there any gentleman here, that knows not a whore, and is he a hair the worse for that?406
Duke. Is she a city-dame? She’s so attired.
1 Mast. No, my good lord, that’s only but the veil To her loose body. I have seen her here In gayer masking suits; as several sauces410 Give one dish several tastes, so change of habits In whores is a bewitching art: to-day She’s all in colours to besot gallants, then In modest black, to catch the citizen, And this from their examination’s drawn.415 Now shall you see a monster both in shape And nature quite from these, that sheds no tear Nor yet is nice, ’tis a plain ramping bear; Many such whales are cast upon this shore.419 All. Let’s see her. 1 Mast. Then behold a swaggering whore.
Exeunt [Masters and Constable].
Orl. Keep your ground, Bots.
Bots. I do but traverse to spy advantage how to arm myself.
Re-enter the two Masters first; after them the Constable; after them a Beadle beating a basin,[2604] then Catherina Bountinall, with Mistress Horseleech; after them another Beadle with a blue head guarded[2605] with yellow.
Cat. Sirrah, when I cry, hold your hands, hold, you rogue-catcher, hold.—Bawd, are425 the French chilblains in your heels, that you can come no faster? Are not you, bawd, a whore’s ancient,[2606] and must not I follow my colours?
Mis. H. O Mistress Catherine, you do me wrong to accuse me here as you do, before430 the right worshipful. I am known for a motherly, honest woman, and no bawd.
Cat. Marry foh, honest? Burnt[2607] at fourteen, seven times whipt, six times carted, nine times duck’d, search’d by some hundred and435 fifty constables, and yet you are honest? Honest Mistress Horseleech, is this world a world to keep bawds and whores honest? How many times hast thou given gentlemen a quart of wine in a gallon pot? How many twelve-penny fees, nay two shillings fees, nay, when any441 ambassadors ha’ been here, how many half-crown fees hast thou taken? How many carriers hast thou bribed for country wenches? How often have I rinst your lungs in aqua vitae, and yet you are honest?446
Duke. And what were you the whilst?
Cat. Marry hang you, master slave, who made you an examiner?
Lod. Well said! belike this devil spares no man.451
Cat. What art thou, prithee?
[To Bots.]
Bots. Nay, what art thou, prithee?
Cat. A whore, art thou a thief?454
Bots. A thief, no, I defy[2608] the calling; I am a soldier, have borne arms in the field, been in many a hot skirmish, yet come off sound.
Cat. Sound, with a pox to ye, ye abominable rogue! You a soldier? You in skirmishes?459 Where? Amongst pottle pots in a bawdy-house? Look, look here, you Madam Worm-eaten, do you not know him?
Mis. H. Lieutenant Bots, where have ye been this many a day?
Bots. Old bawd, do not discredit me, seem not to know me.465
Mis. H. Not to know ye, Master Bots? As long as I have breath, I cannot forget thy sweet face.
Duke. Why, do you know him? He says he is a soldier.471
Cat. He a soldier? A pander, a dog that will lick up sixpence. Do ye hear, you master swines’-snout, how long is’t since you held the door for me, and cried, “To ’t again, no475 body comes!” Ye rogue, you?
All. Ha, ha, ha! y’ are smelt out again, Bots.
Bots. Pox ruin her nose for ’t! An I be not revenged for this—um, ye bitch!
Lod. D’ ye hear ye, madam? Why does your ladyship swagger thus? You’re very brave,481 methinks.
Cat. Not at your cost, master cod’s-head; Is any man here blear-eyed to see me brave?
Ast. Yes. I am.485 Because good clothes upon a whore’s back Is like fair painting upon a rotten wall.
Cat. Marry muff, master whoremaster, you come upon me with sentences.
Ber. By this light, has small sense for’t.490
Lod. O fie, fie, do not vex her! And yet methinks a creature of more scurvy conditions should not know what a good petticoat were.
Cat. Marry, come out; you’re so busy494 about my petticoat, you’ll creep up to my placket, an ye could but attain the honour: but an the outsides offend your rogue-ships, look o’ the lining, ’tis silk.
Duke. Is’t silk ’tis lined with, then?499
Cat. Silk? Ay, silk, master slave, you would be glad to wipe your nose with the skirt on’t. This ’tis to come among a company of cod’s-heads[2609] that know not how to use a gentlewoman.
Duke. Tell her the duke is here.505
1 Mast. Be modest, Kate, the duke is here.
Cat. If the devil were here, I care not. Set forward, ye rogues, and give attendance according to your places! Let bawds and whores509 be sad, for I’ll sing an the devil were a-dying.
Exit [with Mistress Horseleech and Beadles].
Duke. Why before her does the basin ring?
1 Mast. It is an emblem of their revelling. The whips we use let forth their wanton blood, Making them calm; and, more to calm their pride, Instead of coaches they in carts do ride.515 Will your grace see more of this bad ware? Duke. No, shut up shop, we’ll now break up the fair. Yet ere we part—you, sir, that take upon ye The name of soldier, that true name of worth, Which, action, not vain boasting, best sets forth, To let you know how far a soldier’s name521 Stands from your title, and to let you see Soldiers must not be wrong’d where princes be; This be your sentence:— All. Defend yourself, Bots.525 Duke. First, all the private sufferance that the house Inflicts upon offenders, you, as the basest, Shall undergo it double, after which You shall be whipt, sir, round about the city, Then banisht from the land.530 Bots. Beseech, your grace! Duke. Away with him, see it done. Panders and whores Are city-plagues, which, being kept alive, Nothing that looks like goodness ere can thrive. Now good Orlando, what say you to your bad son-in-law?535
Orl. Marry this, my lord, he is my son-in-law, and in law will I be his father: for if law can pepper him, he shall be so parboil’d, that he shall stink no more i’ th’ nose of the commonwealth.540
Bell. Be yet more kind and merciful, good father.
Orl. Dost thou beg for him, thou precious man’s meat, thou? Has he not beaten thee, kickt thee, trod on thee, and dost thou fawn544 on him like his spaniel? Has he not pawn’d thee to thy petticoat, sold thee to thy smock, made ye leap at a crust, yet wouldst, have me save him?
Bell. Oh yes, good sir, women shall learn of me, To love their husbands in greatest misery;550 Then show him pity, or you wrack myself.
[Orl.] Have ye eaten pigeons, that you’re so kindhearted to your mate? Nay, you’re a couple of wild bears, I’ll have ye both baited at one stake: but as for this knave, the gallows555 is thy due, and the gallows thou shalt have. I’ll have justice of the duke, the law shall have thy life.—What, dost thou hold him? Let go his hand. If thou dost not forsake him, a559 father’s everlasting blessing fall upon both your heads! Away, go, kiss out of my sight, play thou the whore no more, nor thou the thief again; my house shall be thine, my meat shall be thine, and so shall my wine, but my money shall be mine, and yet when I die, so thou dost not fly high, take all;566
Yet, good Matheo, mend.
Thus for joy weeps Orlando, and doth end.
Duke. Then hear, Matheo: all your woes are stayed By your good father-in-law: all your ills570 Are clear purg’d from you by his working pills.— Come, Signor Candido, these green young wits, We see by circumstance, this plot have laid Still to provoke thy patience, which they find A wall of brass; no armour’s like the mind.575 Thou hast taught the city patience, now our court Shall be thy sphere, where from thy good report, Rumours this truth unto the world shall sing, A patient man’s a pattern for a king. Exeunt.