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The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner ascribe this Play wholly to Fletcher; and the Pro

logue speaks of the Author in the singular number. It was first printed in the folio of 1647. We do not know that it ever received any alterations; nor has it been performed in the course of many years past. And indeed, notwithstanding the noble flights of poetry with which this Trayi-Comedy abounds, the subject is of such a nature as must necessarily preclude its representation on the modern theatre.

PROLOGUE. You're welcome, getitlemen; and 'would our Nay eat 'em all and their artillery, feast

Than dress for such a curious coinpany Were so well season'd, to please ev'ry guest! One single dish: Yet he has pleas'd ye tod, Ingenuous appetites, I hope we shall, And you're confess'd he knew well what to And their examples inay prevail in all.

do : Our noble friend, who writ this, bi:t me say, Be hungry as you were wont to be, and bring lle'd rather dress, upon a triumph-day, (too, Sharp stoinaciis to the stories he shall sing, My lord-ınayor's feast, and make him sauces And he dare yet, he says, prepare a table Sauce for each sev'ral mouth, nay further go, Shall make you say, Well drest, and he well He'd rather build up those invincible pies

able. And castle-custards that allrighit all eyes,


ALPHONSO; King of Naples.

Tony, Frederick's knavish Fool. FREDERICK, Brother to Alphonso, nnd Usur CAYTRUCCIO, Cuptuin of the Citadel, an hoper of his Kingdom.

nest llun. Soraso, a Lord, Brother to Evanthe, Fre CUPID und GRACES, with other Masquers. derick's Instrument.

Lawyer.-Physician).-Captain.-Cutpurse. VALERIO, a noble young Lord, Servant, after

Citizens and Attendants. ward married to Evanthe. CAMILLO,

QUEEN, TVife to Frederick, u virtuous Lady: CLEANTIES, Three honest Court Lords. EVANTHE, Sister to Sorano, the chaste Wife MegaLLO,

of Valeriu; or A Wife for a Month. RUGI", an honest Lurd, Friend to Alphonso. Cassandra, an old Bawd; Waiting-woman MARCO, a Friur, Alphonsu's Friend.

to Evanthe. PUDRAMO), a necessary Creature to Suruno.

Ladies, and City Wives.
SCENE, Naples.

ACT 1.

Altho' my thoughts seem sad, they're wels
come to me.

[wishes, Enter Frederick, Sorano, Valerio, Camillo, Sur. You know I'm private as your secret

Cleanthes, Menallo, and attendants. Ready to fling my soul upon your service', Sorano. WILL your Grace speak? Ere your command be on't.

Fred. Let me alone; Sorano: Fred. Bid those depart. Ready to fling my soul, &c.] Sorano's readiness to assist his master's amours is equal to; , and as intanous as, that of Pandarus, in Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida.


Sor. You must retire, my lords.

Hither she shall come; your Grace dare speak Cam. What new design

untu her?

(sir, Is haminering in bis head now?

Large golden promises, and sweet langnage, Cle. Let's pray heartily

(old, You know what they work; she's a complete None of our beads meet with't: My wife's Besides, I'll set in.

[courtier : That's all my comfort.

Fred. She waits upon my queen:
Men. Mine's ugly, that I am sure on, What jealousy and anger may arise,
And I think honest too; 'twould make me Incensing her-
start else.

[fever, Sor. You have a good sweet lady, Cam. Mine's troubled in the country' with a A woman of so cven and still a temper, And some few infirmities else. He looks She knows not anger: Say, she were a fury, again;

[business?, I'd thought you had been absolute, the great Come, let's retire: Certain 'tis some she king,

[pleasures, This new lord's employd. [Exeunt lords. The fountain of all honours, plares, and Val. I'll not be far ott,

Your will and your commands unbounded Because I doubt the cause. [Retires. also: Fred. Are they all yone?

Go, get a pair of beads and learn to pray, sir. Sor. All hut your faithful servant.

Enter Serrant. Fred. I would tell thee,

Sero. My lord, your servant stays.
But 'tis a thing thou canst not like,

Sur. Bid him come hither,
Sor. 'Pray you speak it :
Is it my head? I bave it ready for you, sir:

And bring the lady with him.

[E.rit Serv.

Fred. I will wone her;
Is't any action in my power? my wit?
I care not of wbat nature, nor a hat follows.

And either lose myself, or win her favour.

Sor. She's coming in.
Fred. I am in lore.
Sor. That's the icast thing of a thousand, They are so picrciog, that the teams they dart

Fred. Thy eves shoot thro' the door;
The easiest to atchieve.
Fred. But with whom, Sorano?

Give new light to the room!
Sor. With whom you please, you must not

Enter Podrumo and Evanthe. be denied, sir.

Econ. Whither dost thou go? Fred. Say, it be with one of thy kinswomen?

This is the king's side, and his private lodgings; Sor. Say, with all;

What business have I here? I shall more love your Grace, I shali more Pod. My lord sent for you. mistaken! honour you;

sure! Erun. His lodginys are below; you are And 'would I had enough to serve your plea We left them at the stair-foot. Fred. Why, 'tis thy sister then, the fair

Pud. Good sweet madam!

Erun. I am no counsellor, nor important I'll be plain with thee.


Pembers, Sor. I'll be as plain with you, sir;

Nor bare 10 private business inro' these She brought not her perfections to the world, To scek him this way.

O' Tuy 1:ic, tou'rt To lock them in a case, or hang 'em by ber; drunk,

[bither The use is all she breeds 'em tor; she's yours, Or worse than drunk, hird to convey nie

Fred. Dost thou meau seriously? (sir. To some basc end! Now I look on the better, Sor. I mean niy sister;

[yours. Thou hast a bawdy face, and I ablor thee, And if I had a dozen more, they were all

A beastly bawdy face! I'll go no further. Soine aunts! hare, they have been handsome

Sor. Nay, shrink riot back; indeed you women;


shall, good sister. My mother's dead indeed; and some few Why do you blushi? the good king will not That are now shooting up, we shall see shortly. The honours you, and loves you. [hurt you ; Fred. No; 'tis Evanthe.

Euun. Is this the business? Sor. I've sent my man unto her,

Sor. Yes, and the best you ever will arrive Upon some business to come presently 3, It, you be wise.

Certain 'tis some she-business,
This new lord's employ'd.) Mr. Sympson, without authority, or notice, reads,

• This new lord's employ'd in ;' which proves he did not understand the Poet. Camillo, a good man, is intended to say, . Certainly 'ris some illicit amour, as this (bad) lord is employed.' J. N. 3 presently Ilither, she shall come.] Hither, i. e. into your apartments.

But Sorano could not say that he had sent for her to come thither. The commu therefore should be, as I have put it, after presently. Sympson.

Either rearling comes to the same thing.

The fountain of all honours, plays and pleasures.] The variation in the text was proposed by Mr. Sympson.


of me,

queen to

Eran. My father was no bawd, sir, But tie men's tongues up from discoursing Nor of that worslapful stock, as I remember. Sor. You are a fool!

Their eyes from gazing at my glorious folly, Evan. You're that I shame to tell you ! Time that shall come, from wond'ring at my Fred. Gentle Evanthe!


[curses? Erun. The gracious Queen, sir,

And they that read my wanton lite, troin Is well and merry, leav'n be thanked for it; Can you do this. have you this rnagick it, you? And, as I think, she waits you in the garden. This is not in your power, tho' you be a

Fred. Let ber wait there; I talk not of prince, sir,
I talk of thee, swoci flower. [her garden; No more than evil is in holy angels,
Evan. Your grace is pleasant,

Nor I, I hope. Get wantvnness contirm'd To mistake a netile for a rose.

By act of parliament an honesty, Fred. No rose,

and so receiv'd by all, I'll hearken to you. Nor lily, nor no glorious hyacinth,

Heav'n guide your Grace!
Are of that sweetness, whiteness, tenderness, Fred. Evanthe, stay a little!
Softness, and satisfying blessedness,

I'll no inore wantonness; I'll inarry thee, As my Evanthe.

Evan. What shall the Queen do? Evan. Your grace speaks very feelingly: Fred. I'll be divorc'd from I would not be a handsome wench in your Eoun. Can you tell why? What has she For a new gown. [way, sir, done against you?

son? Freit. Thou art all handsomeness;

Has she colitriv'd a treason 'gainst your perNature will be asham'd to frame another Abus'il your bed? Does disobedience urge Now thou art wade; th' hast robb'd her of Freil. That's all one ; 'tis my will. [you? her cunning :

Eoun. 'Tis a must wicked oue, Each several part about thee is a beauty. A most absurd one, and will shew a pionster! Sir. D’you lear this, sister?

I'd rather be a whore, and with less sin, Evan. Ycs, unworthy brother!

To your present lust, than


inBut all this will not do.

justice. Fred. But love, Evanthe,

Yours is no love, Faith and Religion fly it, Thou shalt have more than words, wealth, Nor has no taste of fair affection in it. Dly tender wench. [ease, and honours, Some hellish flame abuses your fair body,

Eran. Be tender of my credit, [yon. And hellish furies blow it. Look hehind you: And I shall love you, sir, and I shall honour Divorce you fruiu a woman of hier beauty,

Fred. I love thee to enjoy thee,my Evanthe, Other integrity, lier piety, To give thee the content of lurc.

ller love to you, to all that honours you, Erun. Hold, hold, sir,

way, Iler cliaste and virtuous love! are these fit You are too ficet: I have some business this causes?

[you? Your Grace can ne'er content. .

What will you do to me, when I have cloyd Sor. You stubborn tov!

You may find tiine out in eternity, Exun. Good my lord Bawd, I thank you ! Deceit and violence in heav'nly justice, Fred. Thou shalt not go. Believe me, Life in the yrave, and death among the bless'd, sweet Evanthe,

Ere slain or brack in her sweet reputation.
So bigh I will advance thee for this favour, Sor. You've fool'd enough; be wise now,
So rich and potent I will raise thy fortune, and a woinan!
And thy friends mighty-

You've gliew'd a modesty sufficient,
Evan. Good your Grace, be patient; If not too much, for court.
I shall make thie worst honourable wench Erun. You've shew'd an impudence
that ever was,

A more experienc'd bawd would blush and Shame your discretion, and your

choice. You'll make my hindred mighty? (shake at ! Fred. Thou shalt not.

glorious, Fred. 'Prithee hear me ! Erun. Shall I be rich, do you say, and Erun. I do, sir, and I count it a great offer. And shine above the rest, and scoru all beau Fred. Any of thine. (vour on thein, And mighty in command ?

[tics, Ecun. 'Tis like enough you may clap hoFreit. Thou shalt be any thing.

But how 'twill sit, and how men will adore it, Evan. Let me be honesi too, and then I'll Is still the question. I'll tell you what they'll

(100; Hare you out such a title to bestow tuo? What ihe report will be, and 'twill be true, If I prove otherwise, I'd kuow but this, sir; And it must neeits be comfort to your Can all the poser you have, or all the riches, master!)

6 And it must needs be comfort to your master.] Who was Frederick's master? Preferment had been proinised to her kindred, to whom her brotier Sorano is chietiy intended, who was pandar and minister of Frederick's lusts. I read therefore,

* Aud it must reeds be comfort to your minister.' Sea'urd. Uudoubte Evanthe turus tu Sorano, and addresses this linc to him. J. N.

thank you.

say, sir,

* These are the issues of her impudence.' Edun. She weeps !-Sweet lady,
I'll tell your Grace, so dear I hold the queen, Upon my knees I ask your sacred pardon,
So dear that bonour that she nurs'd me up in, For my rude boldness; and know, my sweet
I'd first take to me, for my lust, a Moor,

mistress, One of your galley-slaves, that cold and If e'er there were ambition in Eranthe, hunger,

It was and is to do you faithful duties. Decrepid misery, had made a mock-man, 'Tis true I have been tempted by the king, Than be your queen!

And with no few and potent charms, to wrong Fred. You're brarely resolute.

ye, Evan. I'd rather be a leper, and be shunn'd, To violate the chaste joys of your bed; And die' by pieces, rot into my grave,

And, those not taking hold, to usurp your Leaving no memory behind to know me,

state: Than be a high whore to eternity!

But she that has been bred up under ye, Fred. You have another gamester, I per And daily fed upon your virtuous precepts, ceive by ye ;

Still growing strong by example of your goodYou durst not slight me else.

ness, Sor. I'll find him out;

[him; Having no errant motion from obedience, Tho' he lie next thy heart hid, I'll discover Flies from these vanities, as mere illusions, And, ye proud pcat, l'il make you curse your And, aro'd with honesty, deties all promises! insolence !

[Heav'n, In token of this truth, I lay my life down Val. Tongue of an angel, and the truth of Under your sacred foot, to do you service. How am I blest!

Erit. Queen. Rise, my true friend, ihou virtuous Sor. Podramo, go in haste (well) bud of beauty!

(rish! To my sister's gentlewoman; (you know her Thou virgins' honour, swectly blow and flouAnd bid her send her mistress presently And that rude pipping wind that seeks to The lesser cabinet she keeps her letters in, blast thee, And such-like toys, and bring it to me in Or taint thy root, be curs'd to all posterity! stantly. Away!

To my protection from this hour I take yo; Pod. I'm gone.

[Erit. Yes, and the king shall know

Evun. Give his beat way, maglam,
Enter the Queen, with two ladies.

And 'twill go out again; he inay forget all. Sor. The Queen!

[Ereunt. Fred. Let's quit the place; she may grow

jealous. [Ereunt Fred. und Snruno. Enter Camillo, Cleanthes, and Menallo. Queen. So suddenly departed! what's the Cam. What bave we to do with the times ? reason?

we can'a cure 'em.

(surfeits, Does my approach displease his Grace? are Let 'em go on : When they are swoln with my eyes

They'll burst and stink; then all the world So hateful to him? or my conversation

shall smell 'em. Infected, that be fies me? Fair Eranthe! Cle. A man may live a bawd, and be an Are you there? then I see his shame.

honest man. Eñon. 'Tis true, madam,

Alen. Yes, and a wise man too; it is a T has pleased his goodness to be pleasant virtuous calling.

Cam. To his own wife especially, or to his Queen. 'Tis strange to find thy modesty in sister, this place!

[him? The nearer to his own blood, still the honester: Does the king offer fair? does thy face take There want such honest men; 'would we had Ne'er blush, Evanthe, 'tis a very sweet oue. more of 'em! Does he rain gold, and precious promises, Alen. To be a villain is no such rude matter. Into thy lap? will he advance thy fortunes? Cam. No, if he be a neat one, and a perfect; Shalt thou be mighty, weuch?

Art makes allexcellent. What is it, gentleinen, Evan. Never mock, inadam;

In a good cause to kill a dozen coxcombs, 'Tis rather on your part to be lamented, That blunt rude fellow's call good patriots? At least reveng'd. I can be mighty, lady, Nothing, nor ne'er look'd atter. And glorious too, glorious and great as you Men. 'Tis e'eu as much, Queen. He'll marry thee?

sare. As easy tou, as honest, and as clear, Evan. Who would not be a queen, madiun? To ravish matrons, and deflower coy wenches : Queen. 'Tis true, I'vanthe, 'tis a brave an-But here they are so willing, 'tis a compliment. bition,

Cle. To pull down churches with pretenA golden dream, that may dclude a good mind. sion

[nour; What shall becoine of nie?

To build 'em fairer, may be done with hoEvun. You must learn to pray;

And all this time believe no God. Your age and honour will become a nunnery.

Cum. I think so; Qucen. Wilt thou remember me?

*Tis faith enough if they name him in their (Weeps. anyers,

with me.

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