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Rollo. You are in your own sphere, La Fiske. Come, we are stark naught all; bad's torch; and rather

the best of us : Than I'll contend w'ye for it, I'll believe it: Four of the seven deadly spots we are: You've won upon me that I wish to see Besides our lechery, we are envious, My fate before me now, whate'er it be. And most, most gluttonous when we have Lat. And I'll endeavour, you shall know't it thus, with speed;

Most covetous now we want it; then our boy, For which I should have one of trust go with He is a fifth spot, sloth, and he undoes us. (If you please, Hamond) that I may by him Bube. "Tis true the child was wont to be Send you my first dispatches; after, I

industrious, Shail bring you more 53, and as they come And now and then sent in a merchant's wife still more,

Sick of the husband, or a swearing butler And accurate forth from them.

That miss'd one of his bowls, a crying maid Rollo. Take your way,

Had lost a silver spoon; the curry-comb Chuse your own means; and be it prosperous Sometimes was wanting; there was something to us! [Ereunt. But now

(gotten; Pip. What now? Did I not yester-morning SCENE II.

Bring you in a cardecu St there from the peaEnter Rusee, de Bube, ła Fiske, Norbret, and

sant Pippeau.

Whose ass I'd driven aside, and hid, that you Rusee. Come, bear up, sirs; we shall have Might conjure for him? and again, last night, better days,

Six sous troin the cook's wife you shar'd among My almanack tells me.

To set a figure for the pestle I stole; (you, Bube. What is that? your rump?

It is not at hoine yet. These things, my masRusce. It never itch'd in vain yet. 'Slid, ters,

(You la Fiske,

In a bard time, they would be thought on: Throw off thy sluggish face; I can't abide Talk of your lands and castles in the air, To see thee look like a poor jade i'th' pound, Of your twelve houses there; but it is I That saw no meat these three days.

That bring you in your rents for 'em, 'tis Fiske. 'Slight, to me

That is your bird-call.

[Pippeau It seerns thirteen days since I saw any.

Norb. 'Faith, he does well, Rusee. How !

And cuts thro’ the elements for us, I must Fiske. I can't remember that I ever saw Or meat, or inoney; you may talk of both, In a fine dextrous line. To open a man's stomach or his purse,

Fiske. But not as he did But feed 'em still with air.

At first; then he would sail with any wind, Bube. Friar, I fear

Into every creek and corner. You do not say your office well a-days; Pip. I was light then, [gentlemen; I cannot hear your beads knack.

New built and riyg'd, when I came to you, Norb. Pox, he feeds

But now, with often and far venturing for you, With lechery, and lives upon thi' exchange Here be leaks spruny, and whole planks Of his two eggs and pudding with the market wanting, see you. women!

If you'll new-sheath me again, yet I am for Rusee. And what do you, sir, with the you

[send nie; advocate's wife,

To any gulf or streights 55, where-e'er you'll Whom you persuade, upon your doctoral bed, For as I am, where can this ragged bark To take the mathematical trance so often? Put in for any service, 'less it be 53 Skull bring you more, as they come more, And accurate forth from them.] So quarto. The two following editions exbibit,

* Shall bring you more, and as they come still more, and omit the last line. Mr. Seward reads,

• Shall bring you more, and as they come forth from 'em,

More and more accurate.' 54 Cardecu.] A corruption of quart d'ecu, the quarter part of a crown-piece. 65

yet I am for you To any bog or sleights.) Mr. Theobald proposed reading bog or sloughs; Mr. Seward introduced gulf for bog; and he and Mr. Sympson concurred in altering steights to streights, and quote the following passage from Jonson's Underwoods as a contirmation of its propriety

• Is borrowing; that but stopt, they do invade
• All as their prize, turn pirates here at land,
! Ilave their Bermudas and tireir streights in the Strand,
• Man out their boats to thi Temple, and pot shift
Now but command-

needs say,

very trade



[en is

Oth' isle of rogues, and there turn pirate for Tell them who's here; say, that their friends you?

[must leave

do challenge Nört. 'Faith, he says reason, friar; you Some portion of their time; this is our minute, Your neat crisp claret, and fall to your cyder Pray 'em they'll spare it. They are the sun A wiile; and you, la Fiske, your larded ca

and moon

Erit Pip. pons

Of knowledge; pity two such noble lights And turkies for a time, and take a good Should live obscur'd here in an university, Clean tripe in your way; de Bube too must Whose beams were fit t'illumine any court content him

Of Christendom! With wholesome two-sous'd pettitoes 56; no


Enter la Fiske, de Bube, and Pippeau. Crown ordinaries, til! we'ye cloth'd our in Lut. The duke will shortly know 'em. Bube. So you'll keep

[self. Fiske. Well, look upon the astrolabe; Your own good motions, doctor, your dear you'll find it

Fiske. Yes, for we all do know the latitude Four alınucanturies 57 at least. of your concupiscence.

Bube. It is so. Rusee. Here about your helly.

Rusee. Still of their learned stuff; they Bube. You'll pick a bottle open, or a whim care for nothing,

dies As soon as the best of us.

But how to know; as negligent of their boFiske. And dip your wrist-bands

In diet, or else, especially in their cloaths, (For cutis you've none) as comely in the sauce As if they bad no change. As any courtier.- [ Beltrings.] Hark, the bell! Pip. They have so little [Aside. Who's there?

As well may free them from the name of Rusee. Good luck, I do conjure thee! Boy, Fiske. Monsieur Latorch! (shifters, louk out. (Erit Pip. and enter again.

Lut. How is it, learned gentlemen,
Pip. They're gallants, courtiers; one of With both your virtues ?
Of the duke's bed-chamber.

Bube. A'must happy hour,
Rusee. Latorch.-Down!

When we see you, sir. On with your gown [to Norb.]; there's a new Lat. When you hear me then suit arriv'd.

It will be happier: The duke greets you both Did I not tell you, sons of hunger? Crowns, Thus; and tho' you may touch no money, Crowns, are coming toward you; wine arid Yet you may take it.

[father, wenches

kusee. 'Iis his highness' bounty, You shall bave once again, and fidlers ! But yet to me, and these that have put off Into your studies close ; each lay bis ear

The world, superfluous. To his door, and as you hear me to prepare

Fiske. We have heard of late

His bighness' good success. you, So come, and put me on that vizard only. Bube. And gratulate it. [Exeunt omnes præter Rusee and Pippeau. Lut. Indeed h' hath 'scap'd a strange con


[me, Enter Latorch and Humond,

Thanks to bis stars! which stars he prays by Lat. You'll not be fær heuce, captain. You would again consult, and make a judy

When the business
Is done, you shail receive present dispatch. On what you lately erected for my love.

Ham. I'll walk, sir, in the cloister. [Exit. Rusee. Oh, sir, we dare not!
Rusee. Monsieur Latorch? my son,

Fiske. For our lives!
The stars are happy still that guide you bither. Bube. It is

Lat. I'm glad to hear their secretary say so, The prince's scheme!
My learned father Rusee. Where's lå riske? Lut. T'encounter with that fear,
Monsieur de Bube? bow do they?

Here's, to assure you, bis signet; write your Rusee. At their studies;

And he secur'd all three.

[names, They are the secretaries of the stars, sir, Bube. We must entreat some time, sir. Still at their books, they will not be pullid Lat. I must then off,

Fntreat, it be as present as you can.
They stick like cupping-glasses. If ever men Fiske, llave you the scheine here?
Spoke with the tongue of destiny, 'tis they. Lut. Yes,

Lat. For love's sake, let's salute 'em. Rusee. I would you had, sir,
Rusee. Boy, go sce;

Another warrant! 50 With wholsome two souz'd petitoes.] Mr. Theobald reads, from the old quarto, tva sous'd; the idea which he would affix is, I suppose, taice pickted, or twice salted: But sola, souli, or sous, the French coin, making a more natural expression, and a stronger antithesis to the crown ordinaries, I think that the true one. Seward.

$7 Almucanturies.] Almacantors, Almicunterahs, or Almicanturahs, circles çf altitude parallel to the horizon, the cominon pole of which is in the zenith. Builey.


Lat. What would that do?

Let's see't; di-patch; nay, fumbling now! Rusee. Marry,

Who's this? We have a doctor, sir, that in this business Rusee, Chief gentleman of the duke's chamWould not perform the second part.

ber, doctor. Lat. Not him

Norb. Oh, let him be; good ev'n to him ! That you writ to me of?

he's a courtier;

There? Rusee. The very same.

I'll spare his compliment, tell him. What is Lat. I should have made it, sir, my suit The geniture nocturnal, longitude to see him.

At twenty-one degrees 59, the latitude Here is a warrant, father. I conceiv'd At forty-nine and ten minutes ? How are the That he had solely applied hiinself to magick. Cardines ?

(nutes; Rusee. And to these studies too, sir; in Fiske. Libra in twenty-four, forty-four inithis field

And CapricornHe was initiated. But we shall hardly

Norb. I see it; see the planets, Draw him from his chair.

Where, how they are dispos’d; the Sun and Lat. Tell him he shall have gold

Mercury, Fiske. Oh, such a syllable would make Mars with the Dragon's tailio the third house, him forswear

And pars Fortuna in the Imo Cæli, Ever to breathe in your sight.

Then Jupiter in the twelfth, the Caco-emon. Lat. How then?

Bube. And Venus in the second Inferne Fiske. Sir, he, if you do please to give him Porta.

fifth, any thing,

Norb. I see it; peace! then Saturn in the Must have't convey'd under a paper. Luna i'th' seventh, and much of Scorpio,

Rusee. Or left behind some book in his study. Then Mars his Gaudium, rising in th’ AscenBube. Or in some old wall.


[Venus, Fiske. Where his familiars

And join'd with Libra too, the house of May tell him of it, and that pleases him, sir. And Imum Cæli, Mars his exaltation

Bube. Or else, I'll go and assay bim 58. In the seventh house, Aries being his natural Lat. Take gold with you.


Thim Rusee. That will not be amiss. Give it the And where he is now seated, and all these show boy, sir;

To be the Almuter. Ile knows his holes, and how to baithis spirits. Rusee. Yes, he's lord of the geniture,

Pip. We must lay in several places, sir. Whether you examine it by Ptotomy's way, Rusee. That's true;

Or Messahalah's 6o, Luel, or Alkindus. That if one come not, the other may hit. Fiske. No other planet hath so many digo Ereunt Rusee and Pippeau.

nities, Lat. Well, go then. Is he so learned, Either by himself, or in regard of the cuspes. gentlemen?

Norb. Why, hold your tongue then, if you Fiske. The very top of our profession, know it; Venus mouth o'th' fates!

stake, The lady of the horoscope, being Libra, 'Pray Heav'n bis spirits be in good humour to The other part, Mlars rules: So that, the yeniThey'll fling the gold about the house else! Being nocturnal, Luna is the highest, (ture Bube. Ay,

None else being in sufficient dignity, And beat the friar, if he go not well

She being in Aries in the seventh house, Furnish'd with holy water.

Where Sol exalted, is the Alchoroden. Fiske. Sir, you must observe him.

Bube. Yes, for you see he hath bis termine Bube. Not cross bim in a word; for then In the degrees where she is, and enjoys

By that six dignities.
Fiske. If lie do come, which is a hazard, Fiske. Which are clearly more


else that view her in the scheme.' Mass, he is here! this is spced !

Norb. Why, I saw this, and could have

told you too, Enter Norbret, Ruste, and Pippcau. That he beholds her with a trine aspect Norb. Where's


Here out of Sagittury, almost quartiles,

he's gone.

$& Bube. Or else I'll go and assay him.] The words or else were struck out by Seward and Synipson, as injurious to sense and measure.'

In our opinion, they assist both.

$9 at twenty-one degrees, the latitude.] This line, strange as it inay appear, is in po edition but the old quarto.

60 Or Messethales.] The quarto reads, Nassuhales. The right name is lessıhaluh : he was a Jew famous for judicial astrology, and lived in the times of the chalits Almansor and Almamon. Vide Salmasium de Annis Climactericis, p. 309. Sympson.

-almost partilc.) The old quarto reads, ' almusi partly;' quartile is undoubtedly the true wad. It is ditūcult to us at present to relish the jargon of a science so long esploded,



and more,

And how that Mursoutof the self-sáme house, (Norb. How old is he?
(But another sign) here by a platique aspect Fiske. About seven and fifty.)
Looks at the hyleg, with a quartile ruling Norb. His head and beard inclining to be
The house where the sun is; all this could I Lat. Right, sir. "

[grey. Ilave told you, but that you'll out-run me; ( Fiske. And fat.)

[life, Norb. He's somewhat corpulent, is he not? That this same quartile aspect to the lady of Lat. You speak the man, sir. Here in the seventh, promises some danger, Norb. Well, look to him! Farewell! Exit. Cauda Draconis being so near Murs,

Lat. Oh, it is Aubrey. Gentlemen, I pray And Caput Algol in the house of death.

ye, Lot. How, sir? I pray you clear that. Let ine receive this under all your hands, Norb. What is the question first?

Rusee. Why, he will shew you bin in his Rusee. Of the duke's lite; what dangers magick-glass, threaten hin?

If you entreat him, and but gratify Norb. Apparent, and those sudden, when A spirit or two more. the byleg

Lat. He shall eat gold, Or Alchoroden by direction come

If he will have it; so you shall all. There's To a quartiie opposition of the place

that Where Alars is in the geniture, (which is now Amongst you first. Let me have this to send At hand) or else oppose to Murs himselt'; The duke in the mean time; and then what expect it.

sights Lat. But they may be prevented? You please to shew. I'll have you so rewarded Norb. Wisdoin only

[ing As never artists were ; you shall to court That rules the stars, may do it; for Mars Le Along with me, and there not wait your for: Lord of the geniture in Capricorn,


pockets. Is, if you mark it, wow a Sextile here,

Bube. We have a pretty part of't in our With Venus lady of the horoscope.

Buy, we will all be new; you shall along tou. So she being in her exilium, which is Scorpio,

[Ereunt. And Murs his gaudium, is o'er-ruld by him,

And clear debilitated tive degrees
Bencath her ordinary power, so

Enter Sophia, Matildu, and Idith.
That, at the most, she can but mitigate. Mut. Good madam, hear the suit that
Lát. You cannot name the persons bring
this danger?

With such submiss beseeches; nor remain Norb. No, that the stars tell not us; they So strictly bound to sorrow for your son, name no wan;

That nothing else, tho' never so befitting, That is a work, sir, of another place.

Obtains your ears or observation. Rusee. Tell him whom you suspect, and Soph. What would she say? I hear. he'll guess shrewdly.

Edith. My suit is, madam, Lat. Sir, we do tear one Aubrey; if 'twere That you would please to think as well of he, [im. justice

added I should be glad; for we should soon prevent

Due to your son's revenge, as of more wrong (Fiske. I know him; the duke's kiusman; To both yourselves for it, in only grieving. a tall inan.

Th’undaunted power of princes should not be Lay hold of't, Norbret )

Confim'd in deedless cold calamity; Norb. Let me pause a little:

Anger (the twin of Surrow; in your wrongs Is he not near of kin unto the duke?

Should not be smother'd when his right of Lat. Yes, reverend sir.


torth. (Norb. Fart for your reverence!

Claims th' air as well, and force of coming Keep it till then.) And somewhat high of Soph. Sorrow is due already 62; Anger never Lat. lle is so.

[stature? Should be conceiv'd, but where it may be born

Edith urges,

but it is certainly a very just banter upon the ridiculous credulity of our Authors'age. The words Almuter and Alcoroden are two words which Bailey, the only dictionary I found them in, makes pretty near the same thing, viz. The siar that reigns at our nativity. Seuurd.

62 Sorrow is clúe alreudy.) This read the old books; and who can read with Seward, Has's due, without the organs of a serpent? Edith desires them

to think as well of justice
· Due to her son's revenge, as of more wrong.

• Added to both themselves, in only grieving :' and further says, that' Anger is the twin of Sorrow.' Sophia replies, that. Sorrow is due • already, but that Anger, unless it could be brought forth with ettect, had better not be con'ceived;' by which answer she both replies to Edith's argument and her metaphor: At least, the reading is intelligible, and Mr. Seward's variation illegible. We bave therefore followed the old books.

your wish

In some fact fit t' employ his active flame, Is but some richer ornaments and jewels
That else consumes who bears it, and abides Than I am able to provide myself,
Like a false star that quenches as it glides. To help out the defects of my poor beauty,
Edith. I have such means t'employ it as That yet hath been enough, as now it is,

To inake his fancy mad with my desire.
Can think no better, easier, or securer; But you know, madam, women never can
And such as, but for the honours I intend Be too fair to torment an amorous man;
To your partakings, I alone could end. And this man's torments I would heighten still,
But your parts in all dues to crying blood 'Till at their highest he were fit to kill.
For vengeance in the shedder, are inuch Mut. Thou shalt have all my jewels and

slaughter; my mother's; And therefore should work your hands to his And thou shalt paint too, that his blood's deFor your consent to which, 'twere infinite sire wrong

May make him perish in a painted fire.
To your severe and most impartial justice, Hast thou been with him yet?
To move you to forget so false a son

Edith. Been with him? no;
As with a mother's duty made you curse him. set that hour back to baste more his longing:

Blat. Edith, he is forgot for any son But I have promis'd to his instruments, Born of my mother, or to ine a brother; The admittance of a visit at our house; For, should we still perform our rights to him, Where yet I would receive him with all lustre We should partake liis wrongs, and as foul be My sorrow would give leave to, to remove In blood and damned parricide as he: Suspicion of my purpose. And therefore tell the happy means that Niut. Thou shalt have Heav'n

All I can add, sweet wench, in jewels, tires; Puts in thy hand, for all our long'd-for free. I'll be myself thy dresser. Nor may I dom

Serre iny own love with a contracted husband From so abhorr'd and impious a monster. More sweetly, nor more amply, than may'st Soph. Tell what she will, I'll lend nor hand thou


Thy forward will with his bewitch'd affecTo whatsoever Heav'n puts in her power. Affect'st thou any personal aid of mine,

[E.rit. My noblest Edith? Nsat. How strange she is to what she Edith. Nought but your


prayer, chiefly wishes !

For full effect and speed of my affair. Sweet Edith, be not any thought the more Mut. They're thine, my Edith, as for me Discourag'd in thy purpose, but assur'd

my own: Her heart and prayers are thine; and that For thou well know’st, if blood shed of the we two

best Shall be enough to all we wish to do.

Should cool and be forgotten, who would fear Edith. Madam, myself alone, I make no To shed blood still? or where, alas, were then doubt,

The endless love we owe to worthy mnen? Shall be afforded power enough from Heav'n Edith. Love of the worthiest ever bless To end the murderer. All I wish of you, your highness!


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We oft attempt, arm'd only thus, we bring

As troubled blood, fears nix'd with flatt'ring Enter Rollo (with a gluss), Aubrey, and ser


The danger in the service too as great,

NEVER studied' my glass till vow; As when we are to charge quite thro’and thro'
It is exceeding weil; now leave The body of an army.
ine. Cousin,
dub. i'll not arvue.

tin’t. Flow takes your eye the object?

Ilow you may rank the dangers, but will die Aub. I have learn'd

The ends which they arrive at are as distant So much, sir, of the courtier, ils to say

every circumstance, as far as honour Your person does become your habit; but, Is from shame and repentance. Being call'd unto it by a noble war,

Rolio. You are sour? Would grace an armour better.

Aub. I would speak my free thoughts, yet Rullo, You are still

not appear so; For that great artof whiclıyou are the master: Nor am I so ambitions of the title Yet I must tell you, that to the encounters Of one that dares balki any thing that runs VOL. II.


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