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Act 1. Scene 1.3

For this man's taking up a common wench
In rags, and lousy, then maintaining her
Caroch'd, in cloth of tissue; nor five hundred
Of such-like toys, that at no part concern me.
Marry, where my honour, or my friend's is
question'd,

it

may use
I have a sword, and I think I
To th' cutting of a rascal's throat, or so,
Like a good Christian.

[ship,

Din. Thou'rt of a fine religion;
And, rather than we'll make a schism in friend-
I will be of it. But, to be serions,
Thou art acquainted with my tedious love-suit
To fair Lamira?

Cler. Too well, sir, and remember
Your presents, courtship-that's too good a

name

[sick, Your slave-like services; your morning muYour walking three hours in the rain at midnight

[at, To see her at her window, soinetimes laugh'd Sometimes admitted, and vouchsaf'd to kiss Her glove, her skirt, nay, I have heard, her slippers;

[sooth.

[me:

How then you trimmph'd! Here was love for-
Din. These follies I deny not;
Such a contemptible thing my dotage made
But my reward for this--

Cler. As you deserv'd ;

For he that makes a goddess of a puppet;
Merits no other recompense.

Din. This day, friend,

For thou art so

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Cler. I am no flatterer.

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Din. This proud ingrateful she is married
Lame Champernel.

Cler. I know him; he has been
As tall a seaman, and has thriv'd as well by't,
(The loss of a leg and an arm deducted) as any
That ever put from Marseilles. You are tame;
Plague on't, it mads me! If it were iny case,
I should kill all the family.

Din. Yet, but now
You did preach patience.

Cler. I then came from confession;
And 'twas enjoin'd me three hours, for a pe-

nance,

To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one';
But now, ali else being pardon'd, I begin

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Cier. Were thy tongue a cannon,
I would stand by thee, boy.
Din. Observe a little first.
Cler. This is fine fiddling.

Enter Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, Nurse,
Beaupre, and Verdone.

AN EPITHALAMION SONG AT THE WEDDING.
Come away; bring on the bride,
And place her by her lover's side.
You fair troop of maids attend her,
Pure and holy thoughts befriend her,
Blush, and wish, you virgins all,
Many such fair nights may fall.
Chorus. Hymen, fill the house with joy,
All thy sacred fires employ :
Bless the bed with holy love;
Now, fair orb of beauty, move.
Din. Stand by, for I'll be heard.
Vert. This is strange rudeness!
Din. 'Tis courtship, balanced with injuries!
You all look pale with guilt, but I will dye
Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear❜d
veins

There yet remain so much of honest blood
To make the colour. First, to you, my lord,
The father of this bride, whom you have sent
Alive into her grave.

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Mr. Steevens hath collected the following examples of the use of this word, in a note at the latter end of the second act of The Tempest.

In Fletcher's Woman-Hater:

"Humble herself in an old stamel petticoat."

So, in Middleton's Masque of The World Toss'd at Tennis:
"They wear stammel cloaks instead of scarlet."

So, in The Return from Parnassus, 1606,

"Some stamel weaver, or some butcher's son."

Again, in The Turk torn'd Christian, 1612,

"That fellow in the stammel hose is one of them."

And Mr. Tollet observes, that stammel colour is a light-red colour. The light-pale stamme! is mentioned in Ph. Holland's Translation of Pliny's Nat. Hist. and is also there styled the light-red and fresh lusty gallant, p. 260 and 261. See also Stammtel in Ainsworth's Dictionary.'

R.

Carock'd.] This word is derived from the French carosse, a coach. In The Custom of the Country, Hypolita says, "Make ready my carock,"

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Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit,
As if you were assur'd to live here ever;
What poor end had you in this choice? In what
Deserve I your contempt? My house, and ho-

nours,

At all parts equal yours, my fame as fair,
And, not to praise myself, the city ranks me
In the first file of her most hopeful gentry.
But Champernel is rich, and needs a nurse,
And not your gold; and, add to that, he's
old too,

His whole estate in likelihood to descend
Upon your family: Here was providence,
I grant, but in a nobleman base thrift.
No merchants, nay, no pirates, sell for bond-

men

Their countrymen; but you, a gentleman,
To save a little gold, have sold your daughter
To worse than slavery.

Cler. This was spoke home indeed.
Beau. Sir, I shall take some other time to

tell you,

That this harsh language was deliver'd to
An old man, but my father.

Din. At your pleasure.

Cler. Proceed in your design; let me alone To answer him, or any man.

Verdone. You presume

Too much upon your name, but may be cozen'd.

Din. But for you, most unmindful of my
service,

(For now Imay upbraid you, and with honour,
Since all is lost; and yet I am a gainer,
In being deliver'd from a torment in you,
For such you must have been) you, to whom

nature

Gave with a liberal hand most excellent form;
Your education, language, and discourse,
And judgment to distinguish; when you shall
With feeling sorrow understand how wretched
And miserable you have made yourself,
And but yourself have nothing to accuse,
Can you with hope from any beg compassion?
But you will say, you serv'd your father's plea-

sure,

Forgetting that unjust commands of parents
Are not to be obey'd; or, that you're rich,
And that to wealth all pleasures else are ser-
[chas'd,

vants :

Yet, but consider how this wealth was pur-
Twill trouble the possession.
Champ. You, sir, know
I got it, and with honour.

Din. But from whom?

Remember that, and how! You'll come indeed
To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding
Where it was bought, this soldier will not lie,
But answer truly, "This rich cloth of arras
"I made my prize in such a ship; this plate

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"Was my share in another; these fair jewels,
Coming ashore, I got in such a village,
"The maid, or matrou kill'd, from whom they
were ravish'd.'

The wines you drink are guilty too; for this,
This Candy wine, three merchants were un-
done;

These suckets5 break as many more: In brief,
All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is pur-
chas'd

By lawless force, and you but revel in [ers.
The tears and groans of such as were the own-
Champ. 'Tis false, most basely false !
Vert. Let losers talk.

Din. Lastly, those joys, those best of joys,
which Hymen

Freely bestows on such that come to tie
The sacred knot he blesses, won unto it
By equal love, and mutual affection,
Not blindly led with the desire of riches,
Most miserable you shall never taste of!
This marriage-night you'll meet a widow's bed,
Or, failing of those pleasures all brides look for,
Sin in your wish it were so !

Champ. Thou'rt a villain,

A base, malicious slanderer!
Cler. Strike him.

Din. No, he's not worth a blow.
Champ. Oh, that I had thee

[room

In some close vault, that only would yield
To me to use my sword, to thee no hope
To run away, I'd make thee on thy knees
Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me!

Vert. Pray you have patience.

Lam. This day I am to be your sovereign ; Let me command you.

Champ. I am lost with rage,

And know not what I am myself, nor you.
Away! dare such as you, that love the smoke
Of peace, more than the fire of glorious war,
And, like unprofitable drones, feed on
Your grandsires' labours, (that, as I am now,
Were gathering-bees, and fill'd their hive,
this country,
[actions?

With brave triumphant spoils) censure our
You object my prizes to me! Had you seen
The horror of a sea-fight, with what danger
I made them mine; the fire I fearless fought
in,
[straight
And quench'd it in mine enemies' blood, which
Like oil pour'd out on't, made it burn anew;
My deck blown up, with noise enough to mock
The loudest thunder, and the desperate fools
That boarded me, sent, to defy the tempests
That were against me, to the angry sca,
Frighted with men thrown o'er; no victory,
But in despite of the four elements,
The fire, the air, the sea, and sands hid in it,
To be achiev'd; you would confess, poor men,
(Tho' hopeless such an honourable way
Seward.

Suckets.] i. e. Banqueting dishes. Like oil pour'd out on't, made it burn anew.] I would choose to read, "like oil pour'd on it;" but I believe the old reading may give the same idea. The metaphor is a little difficult bere; the blood both quenches and makes the fire burn anew; but quenches, here, must only signify to abate the fire for a moment, and then the whole is clear. Seward.

To get or wealth or honour in yourselves) He that thro' all these dreadful passages Pursu'd and overtook them, unaffrighted, Deserves reward, and not to have it styl'd By the base name of theft.

Din. This is the courtship That you must look for, madam.

Cler. 'Twill do well, [night with. When nothing can be done, to spend the Your tongue is sound, good lord; and I could wish,

For this young lady's sake, this leg, this arm, And there is something else, I will not name, (Tho' 'tis the only thing that must content Had the same vigour.

[her,)

Champ. You shall buy these scoffs [anger! With your best blood! Help me once, noble Nay, stir not; I alone must right myself, And with one leg transport me, to correct These scandalous praters! Oh, that noble wounds

[Falls. Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jeer me too? I got these, not as you do your diseases, In brothels, or with riotous abuse

Of wine in taverns; I have one leg shot, One arm disabled, and am honour'd more By losing them, as I did, in the face

Of a brave enemy, than if they were [only, As when I put to sea. You are Frenchmen In that you have been laid, and cur'd. Go to! You mock my leg, but every bone about you Makes you good almanack-makers, to foretell What weather we shall have.

may

Din. Put up your sword. [be useful;
Cler. Or turn it to a crutch; there't
And live on the relation to your wife
Of what a brave man you were once.
Din. And tell her,

What a fine virtue 'tis in a young lady
To give an old man pap.

Cler. Or hire a surgeon

To teach her to roll up your broken limbs.
Din. To make a poultice, and endure the
Of oils, and nasty plasters.
Vert. Fy, sir, fy!

[scent

You that have stood all dangers, of all kinds, to Yield to a rival's scoff?

Lum. Shed tears upon [men. Your wedding-day? This is unmanly, gentleChamp. They're tears of anger. Oh, that I should live

To play the woman thus! All-pow'rful Heav'n, Restore me, but one hour, that strength again That I had once, to chastise in these men Their follies and ill manners; and that done, When you please, I'll yield up the fort of life, And do it gladly.

Cler. We ha' the better of him, We ha' made him cry.

Verdone. You shall have satisfaction : And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me. Beaup. I say no more; you have a brother,

sister:

This is your wedding-day, we're in the street, And howsoever they forget their honour, 'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example.

Vert. If there be laws in Paris, look to This insolent affront. [answer

Cler. You that live by them, Study 'em, for Heaven's sake! For my part, I know not, [else Nor care not, what they are. Is there aught That you would say?

Din. Nothing; I have my ends. Lamira weeps; I've said too much, I fear! So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot Endure to see her tears.

Cousin Beaupre!

[Exeunt Din, and Cler, Champ. See you perform it, And do it like my nephew. Verdone. If I fail in't, Ne'er know me more. Champ. Repent not [find What thou hast done, my life; thou shalt not I am decrepid in my love and service, I will be young, and constant; and believe me (For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me) [ardour,

I'll meet thy pleasures with a young man's And in all circumstances of a husband Perform my parts.

Lam Good sir, I am your servant; And 'tis too late now, if I did repent, (Which, as I am a virgin yet, I do not) To undo the knot, that by the church is tied, Only I would beseech you, as you have A good opinion of me and my virtues, For so you've pleas'd to style my innocent weakness, [me, That what hath pass'd between Dinant and Or what now in your hearing he hath spoken, Beget not doubts or fears.

Champ. I apprehend you;

You think I will be jealous: As I live,
Thou art mistaken, sweet! and, to confirm it,
Discourse with whom thou wilt, ride where

thou wilt,

Feast whom thou wilt, as often as thou wilt; For I will have no other guards upon thee Than thine own thoughts.

Lum. I'll use this liberty With moderation, sir. Beaup. I am resolv'd. Steal off; I'll follow you.

Champ. Come, sir, you droop: Till you find cause, which I shall never give, Dislike not of your son-in-law.

Vert. Sir, you teach me

The language I should use: I am most happy In being so near you. [Exe. Verdone and Beau. Lam. Oh, my fears! Good Nurse, Follow my brother unobserv'd, and learn Which way he takes.

Nurse. I will be careful, madam. [Exit. Champ. Between us compliments are superfluous.

On, gentlemen! Th' affront we have met here
We'll think upon hereafter; 'twere unfit
To cherish any thought to breed unrest,
Or to ourselves, or to our nuptial feast.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dinant and Cleremont.

Cler. We shall have sport, ne'er fear't. Din. What sport, I prithee? [1 long for't; Cler. Why, we must fight; I know it, and It was apparent in the fiery eye

Of young Verdone; Beaupre look'd pale and shook too,

Familiar signs of anger. They're both brave fellows, [counter Tried and approv'd, and I am proud to enWith men, from whom no honour can be lost; They will play up to a man, and set him off. Whene'er I go to th' field, Heav'n keep me

from

The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or coward!
The first, to get a name, comes on too hot;
The coward is so swift in giving ground,
There is no overtaking him without
A hunting nag, well breath'd too.
Din. All this while,
You ne'er think on the danger.

Cler. Why, 'tis no more

Than meeting of a dozen friends at supper, And drinking hard; mischief comes there unlook'd for,

I'm sure as sudden, and strikes home as often; For this we are prepar'd.

Din. Lamira loves

Her brother Beaupre dearly, Cler. What of that?

[what

Din. And should he call me to account for But now I spake, (nor can I with mine honour Recant my words) that little hope is left me, E'er to enjoy what (next to leav'n) I long for, Is taken from me.

Cler. Why, what can you hope for, She being now married?

Din. Oh, my Cluremont!

To you all secrets of my heart lie open,
And I rest most secure timt whatsoe'er
I lock up there, is as a private thought,
And will no further wrong me.
Frenchman,

I am a

And for the greater part we are born courtiers; She is a woman, and however yet

No heat of service had the power to melt Her frozen chastity, time and opportunity May work her to my ends; I confess ill ones, And yet I must pursue 'em. Now her marIn probability, will no way hurt, [riage, But rather help me.

Cler. Sits the wind there? Pray you tell me How far off dwells your love from last? Din. Too near;

But prithee chide me not.

Cler. Not 1; go on, boy!

I've faults myself, and will not reprehend

I think there is no nation under heav'n

A crime I am not free from. For her mar

riage,

I do esteem it (and most bachelors are
Of my opinion) as a fair protection,
To play the wanton without loss of honour.
Din. Would she make use of't so, I were
most happy.

Cler. No more of this. Judge now wheThe gift of prophecy. [ther I have

Enter Beaupre and Verdone.

Brau. Monsicur Dinant,

I'm glad to find you, sir.
Din. I'm at your service.
Verdone. Good monsieur Cleremont, I
have long wish'd

To be known better to you.

Cler. My desires Embrace your wishes, sir.

Beau. Sir, I have ever

Esteem'd you truly noble, and profess

I should have been most proud to've had the honour

To call you brother, but my father's pleasure Denied that happiness. I know, no man lives That can command his passions; and therefore

fguagé

Dare not condemn the late intemperate lanYe were pleas'd to use to my father and my

sister:

He's old, and she a woman; I most sorry My honour does compel me to entreat you To do me the favour, with your sword, to A mile without the city. Emeet me

Din. You much honour me In the demand; I'll gladly wait upon you. Beau. Oh, sir, you teach me what to say. The time?

Din. With the next sun, if you think fit. Beau. The place?

[the city, Din. Near to the vineyard, eastward from Beau. I like it well. This gentleman, if

you please,

Will keep me company.

Cler. That is agreed on ;

And in my friend's behalf I will attend him,
Verdone. You shall not miss my service.
Beau. Good day, gentlemen!
Din. At your commandment.
Cler. Proud to be your servants.

[Exeunt Beaupre and Verdone. I think there is no nation under heaven That cut their enemies' throats with compli ment",

And such fine tricks, as we do. If you have Any few prayers to say, this night you may Call 'em to mind, and use 'em; for myself, As I have little to lose, my care is less;

That cut their enemies' throats with compliment,

And such fine tricks, as we do.] Moliere has a scene built upon the politeness of the French duellers, which is extremely like this. I mention it not as supposing that excellent writer to have copied from our Authors; but to show how admirably the latter drew their charac ters; since in the portraits of Frenchmen, they hit the very same masterly strokes with the greatest master of French Comedy. Seward,

So, till to-morrow morning I bequeath you To your devotions; and those paid, but use That noble courage I have seen, and we Shall fight, as in a castle.

Din. Thou'rt all honour;

Thy resolution would steel a coward,

And I most fortunate in such a friend. All tenderness and nice respect of woman Be now far from me! Reputation, take A full possession of my heart, and prove Honour the first place holds, the second love! [Excit

SCENE I.

Enter Lamira and Charlotte.7

ACT II.

Lam. SLEEPS my lord still, Charlotte? Char. Not to be wak'd.

[ceive

By your ladyship's cheerful looks, I well per-
That this night the good lord hath been
At an unusual service; and no wonder
If he rests after it.

Lam. You're very bold.

Char. Your creature, madam, and, when you are pleas'd,

Sadness to me's a stranger. Your good pardon If I speak like a fool; I could have wish'd To have ta'en your place to-night, had bold Dinant,

Your first and most obsequious servant, tasted Those delicates, which, by his lethargy, have cloy'd appears,

As it

Lam. No more!

my

Char. I'm silenc'd, madam.

lord.

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Disguis'd, and if you have that power in hin As I presume you have, it is in

To stay or alter him.

you

Lam. Have you learnt the place Where they are to encounter? Nurse. Yes, 'tis where

[venth. The duke of Burgundy met Lewis the EleLam, Enough; I will reward thee liberally. [Exit Nurse, Go, bring him in.-Full dear I lov'd Dinant, While it was lawful; but those fires are quench'd,

I being now another's. Truth, forgive me,
And let dissimulation be no crime,
Tho' most unwillingly I put it on,
To guard a brother's safety!

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But there has been a time, in which you would Receive this as a favour.

Din. Hope was left then

Of recompense.

Lam. Why, I am still Lamira,

And you Dinant, and 'tis yet in my power (I dare not say I'll put it into act) To reward your love and service.

Din, There's some comfort.

[fame,

Lum. But think not that so low I prize my

To give it up to any man that refuses
To buy it; or with danger of performance
Of what I shall enjoin him—~

Din. Name that danger

(Be't of what horrid shape soever, lady) Which I will shrink at; only, at this instant, Be speedy in't.

Lam. I'll put you to the trial:

You shall not fight today, (d'you start at that?) Not with my brother. I have heard your difference;

Mine is no Helen's beauty, to be purchas'd With blood, and so defended: If you look for

7 Enter Lamira and Charlotte.] I think it very clear, that this is the beginning of the second act for a whole night is past since the last scene, and the players seem to have divided the acts at the end of the next scene, only to make them of a more equal length.

Seward, Though there is reason in what Mr. Seward says, and propriety in his variation (where fore we have adopted it), we are far from being clear that the old division was not Fletcher's.

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