[SCENE II] (continued 2)
Reading edition
Enter Aymer, Florimell, Bellapert.
Charmi. Haue they tooke their oathes? [190]
Rom. They haue; and rather then indure the racke, Confesse the time, the meeting, nay the act; What would you more? onely this matron made A free discouery to a good end; And therefore I sue to the Court, she may not [195] Be plac’d in the blacke list of the delinquents.
Pont. I see by this, Nouals reuenge needs me, And I shall doe.
Charmi. ’Tis euident.
Nou. se. That I Till now was neuer wretched, here’s no place To curse him or my stars.
Exit Nouall senior.
Charmi. Lord Charalois, [200] The iniurie: you haue sustain’d, appeare So worthy of the mercy of the Court, That notwithstanding you haue gone beyond The letter of the Law, they yet acquit you.
Pont. But in Nouall, I doe condemne him thus. [205]
Cha. I am slayne.
Rom. Can I looke on? Oh murderous wretch, Thy challenge now I answere. So die with him.
Charmi. A guard: disarme him.
Rom. I yeeld vp my sword Vnforc’d. Oh Charaloys.
Cha. For shame, Romont, Mourne not for him that dies as he hath liu’d, [210] Still constant and vnmou’d: what’s falne vpon me, Is by Heauens will, because I made my selfe A Iudge in my owne cause without their warrant: But he that lets me know thus much in death, With all good men forgiue mee.
Pont. I receiue [215] The vengeance, which my loue not built on vertue, Has made me worthy, worthy of.
Charmi. We are taught By this sad president, how iust foeuer Our reasons are to remedy our wrongs, We are yet to leaue them to their will and power, [220] That to that purpose haue authority. For you, Romont, although in your excuse You may plead, what you did, was in reuenge Of the dishonour done vnto the Court: Yet since from vs you had not warrant for it, [225] We banish you the State: for these, they shall, As they are found guilty or innocent, Be set free, or suffer punishment.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS
First Song.
[Notes]
Fie, cease to wonder,
Though you are heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,
Moue Trees and Rockes.
Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,
Weake foolish singer, here is one, [5]
Would haue transform’d thy selfe, to stone.
Second Song.
A Dialogue betweene Nouall, and Beaumelle.
Man.
Set Phoebus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,
From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyes
Then euer thou begat’st. I dare not looke,
Each haire a golden line, each word a hooke,
The more I striue, the more I still am tooke. [5]
Wom.
Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lend
To warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.
Come strangled breath.
Man.
What noate so sweet as this,
That calles the spirits to a further blisse?
Wom.
Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume. [10]
Man.
Let’s die, I languish, I consume.
CITTIZENS SONG OF THE COURTIER.
Courtier, if thou needs wilt wiue,
From this lesson learne to thriue.
If thou match a Lady, that
Passes thee in birth and state,
Let her curious garments be [5]
Twice aboue thine owne degree;
This will draw great eyes vpon her,
Get her seruants and thee honour.
COURTIERS SONG OF THE CITIZEN.
Poore Citizen, if thou wilt be
A happy husband, learne of me;
To set thy wife first in thy shop,
A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.
What though thy shelues be ne’re so bare: [5]
A woman still is currant ware:
Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,
But whilst thou art at tother end,
What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,
Foole, haue no eye to, nor an eare; [10]
And after supper for her sake,
When thou hast fed, snort, though thou wake:
What though the Gallants call thee mome?
Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:
Then looke into the town and tell, [15]
If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.