THE ENGLISH MOOR,
OR THE MOCK-MARRIAGE.
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MEANWELL*.
RASHLEY*.
}Two old gentlemen and friends,
supposed to have been killed in a duel.
ARTHUR [Meanwell]. Meanwell's son, in love with Lucy.
THEOPHILUS* [Rashley]. Rashley's son, in love with Millicent.
[Mandeville] QUICKSANDS*. An old usurer.
TESTY*. An old angry justice.
WINLOSS*. A decayed gentleman.
VINCENT.
EDMUND.
}Two gallants undone by Quicksands.
NATHANIEL Banelass*. A wencher.
HOST.[At an unnamed inn.]
BOY*.[At the Devil Tavern.]
RAFE. Meanwell's servant.
ARNOLD. Rashley's servant.
[Jonathan] BUZZARD*. Quicksands' servant.
DIONYSIA* [Meanwell]. Meanwell's daughter.
LUCY [Rashley]. Rashley's daughter.
MILLICENT. Testy's niece.
PHILLIS [Winloss]. Winloss's daughter.
MADGE. Quicksands' servant.
[MASQUERS]
[A PAGE belonging to Theophilus]
[The INDUCTOR]
[Actors playing MOORS]
[DRINKERS at the Devil Tavern]

The scene: London.

Prologue.


2PrologueMost noble, fair and courteous, to ye all
        Welcome and thanks we give, that you would call
        And visit your poor servants, that have been
        So long and pitiless unheard, unseen.
        Welcome! You’ll say, your money that does do*:
        Dissembling is a fault - we say so too.
        And your long absence* was no fault of your,
        But our sad fate to be so long obscure.
        Jove and the Muses grant, and all good men*,
        We feel not that extremity again;
        The thought of which yet chills us with a fear
        That we have bought our liberty too dear;
        For should we fall into a new restraint*,
        Our hearts must break that did before but faint.
        You noble, great, and good ones, that vouchsafe
        To see a comedy, and sometimes laugh
        Or smile at wit and harmless mirth, as thus
        Ye have begun to grace and succour us;
        Be further pleased (to hold us still upright,
        For our relief, and for your own delight)
        To move for us to those high powers whom we
        Submit unto in all humility,
        For our proceeding*, and we’ll make it good
        To utter nothing may be understood
        Offensive to the state, manners or time:
        We will as well look to our necks as climb.
        You hear our suit, obtain it if you may;
        Then find us money* and we’ll find you play.
ACT ONE*
1.1
[Enter] ARTHUR [and] DIONYSIA.

3ArthurDear sister, bear with me.

4DionysiaI may not, brother.
        What! suffer you to pine, and peak* away
        In your unnatural melancholy* fits;
        Which have already turned your purer blood
        Into a toad-pool dye*? I am ashamed,
        Upon my life, almost to call you brother,
        But nature has her swing* in me. I must.
        Therefore I crave you, as you are my brother,
        To shake this dull and muddy humour* off
        By visiting the streets, and quit your chamber
        Which is a sickness to you.

5ArthurO my sister!*

6DionysiaI can say 'O my brother' too, to show you
        How it becomes you. I have the same cause
        Equally with your self, to spend my life
        In solitary mourning; and would do it,
        Could it make good our loss; my honoured father!
        A tear has scaped me there. But that’s by the by,
        And more of anger ’gainst his enemy,
        And his forever cursed posterity*,
        That robbed us of a father, than of sorrow
        For what we know is unrecoverable.
        But to sit grieving over his memory
        In a resolved silence, as you do,
        Killing your own blood while a vein holds any*
        Proceeding from the flesh, that drew out his,
        Is merely idle. Mingle then your grief
        With thought of brave revenge. And do it not
        In private meditation in your chamber;
        But bear it out till it proceed to action.

7ArthurBy pouring blood on blood?

8DionysiaBy quenching fire
        Of high revenge, with base unmanly blood;
        By stopping of our father's cureless wounds
        (Which still bleed fresh in our vexed memories)
        With the proud flesh of him that butchered ours*.

9ArthurWe know he lives not that has slain our father:
        Or, if he lives, 'tis where I cannot reach him.
        He ne'er saw English harbour since his sword
        Unfortunately had the better of my father.

10DionysiaBut his son lives.

11ArthurGood sister, cool thy passion
        With reasonable means.

12DionysiaO where’s the spirit
        That my slain father had? Have you no part of’t?
        Must I now play the man, whilst you inherit
        Only my mother's puling* disposition?

13ArthurI know thy drift*, good sister Dionysia,
        Is not unto revenge, or blood; but to stir up
        Some motion in me, to prevent the danger
        A sad retiredness may bring upon me.

14DionysiaBe’t as you think it, so you will abroad*;
        And make the house no longer dark with sighing*.
Enter RAFE.
        Now, sir, the news with you?

15RafeNews worth your hearing,
        Merely to laugh at, good for nothing else!

16DionysiaIs the old ruffian ta'en, and hanged, that slew
        My father? or his son brain-battered*? or
        His daughter made a prostitute to shame*?

17ArthurHow merciless are your wishes!

18RafeLady, no.
        But as I was hankering at an ordinary,
        In quest of a new master (for this, here*,
        Will never last to a new livery*
        ’Less he were merrier) I heard the bravest noise
        Of laughter at a wicked accident*
        Of marriage, that was chopped up* this morning.

19DionysiaWhat marriage? Quickly*!

20RafeWho do you think
        Has married fair mistress Millicent?

21DionysiaTheophilus (I can name him, though his father
        Was fatal unto mine) was sure to her*.

22RafeYes, but without a priest. She has slipped his hold,
        And is made fast enough unto another,
        For which fine master Theo* so whines and chafes,
        And hangs the head*! More than he would do
        For’s father, were he hanged, as you did wish
        For laughing news e'en now. There’s sport* for you.

23DionysiaIt does me good to hear of any cross
        That may torment their family. I wish
        Joy to the man that did beguile him of her
        Whate'er he be.

24ArthurBut who has married her?

25RafeThence springs the jest. Old Mr Quicksands, sir,
        The bottomless devourer* of young gentlemen;
        He that has lived, till past three-score, a bachelor,
        By three-score i’the hundred*; he that has
        Undone by mortgages and under-buyings
        So many gentlemen, that they all despaired
        Of means to be revenged.

26ArthurBut where’s your jest?

27RafeThe jest is, that they now have found that means,
        As they suppose, by making of him cuckold.
        They are laying their heads together in every corner,
        Contriving of his horns, and drinking healths
        To the success*. And there were sport for you now,
        If you were anybody.

28ArthurI’ll abroad however.

29DionysiaThat’s nobly said. Take courage with you, brother.

30ArthurAnd yet methinks I know not how to look
        The wide world in the face, thus on the sudden.
        I would fain get abroad, yet be unknown.

31RafeFor that, sir, look you, I have here by chance
        A false beard* which I borrowed, with a purpose
        To ha’ worn’t and put a jest upon your sadness.
        
ARTHUR puts on the beard.

32ArthurDoes it do well with me?

33RafeYou’ll never have
        One of your own so good: you look like Hector*.

34Arthur   [to Rafe]   Go, fetch my sword and follow me.

35Dionysia   [Aside to Rafe]   Be sure you carry a strict eye o’er his actions*,
        And bring me a true account.

36Rafe   [Aside to Dionysia]   I warrant you, mistress*.

37Dionysia   [Aside to Rafe]   Do, and I’ll love thee everlastingly.
           [Aloud]   Why, now you are my brother.

38ArthurFarewell, sister.ARTHUR and RAFE exit.*.

39DionysiaI hope he has some stratagem afoot
        In our revenge to make his honour good:
        It is not grief can quit a fathers blood.[DIONYSIA] exit[s].

1.2
[Enter] NATHANIEL [and] PHILLIS.

40NathanielPrithee be answered*, and hang off o’me,
        I ha’ no more to say to you in the way
        You wot on*, Phillis.

41PhillisNor do I seek to you
        In that way which you wot on, wanton sir,
        But to be honest, and to marry me.
        You have done too much the tother way* already.

42NathanielI wish you were more thankful, Mistress Phillis,
        To one has taught you a trade* to live upon:
        You are not th’first by twenty* I have taught it
        That thrive well i’the world.

43PhillisThere are so many
        Such teachers in the world, and so few
        Reformers, that the world is grown so full
        Of female frailties, the poor harlotries*
        Can scarce already live by one another,
        And yet you would have me thrust in among ’em.

44NathanielI do not urge you. Take what course you please,
        But look not after me*! I am not marked
        For matrimony, I thank my stars.

45PhillisShould I run evil courses*, you are the cause;
        And may in time, curse your own act in it.
        You’ll find th’ undoing of an honest maid*
        Your heaviest sin upon your bed of sickness;
        'Twill cost your soul the deepest groan it fetches;
        And in that hope I leave you.[PHILLIS] exit[s].

46NathanielFarewell, wag-tail*.
        Marry thee, quotha! That’s wise work indeed!
        If we should marry every wench we lie with,
        ’Twere after six a week with some of us,
        (Marry, Love forbid*!) when two is enough to hang one*.
Enter VINCENT and EDMUND.

47VincentNat, we have sought diligently, for fear
        The news that is abroad should fly before us.

48NathanielWhat news? What flying fame* do you labour with?

49EdmundNews that makes all the gallants i’ the town
        Fly out o’ their little wits, they are so eager
        Upon the joy. I mean such youthful gallants
        As have, or sold, or mortgaged*, or been cheated
        By the grave patron of arch-cozenage*,
        Whose sad misfortune we are come to sing:
        Shall I need to name him to thee?

50NathanielWho, the old rascal Quicksands? Speak, good Vince.
        What! Has he hanged himself? Speak quickly, prithee.

51VincentWorse, worse by half, man. Durst thou hear a news
        Whose mirth will hazard cracking of a rib?

52NathanielAy, and’t be two*. Here’s hoops enough besides
        To hold my drink in. Pray thee, speak; what mischief
        Is come upon him?

53EdmundI pray thee guess again.

54NathanielHas somebody over-reached him in his way
        Of damnable extortion; and he cut his throat,
        Or swallowed poison?

55VincentTen times worse than that too.

56NathanielIs he then hoisted into the Star Chamber*
        For his notorious practices? Or into
        The High Commission* for his blacker arts?

57EdmundWorse than all this.

58NathanielPax, keep it to your self then,
        If you can think it be too good for me.
        Why did you set me a-longing? you cry, 'Worse
        And ten times worse'; and know as well as I,
        The worse it is to him, the better welcome
        Ever to me; and yet you tell me nothing.

59VincentHe has married a young wife.

60NathanielHas he, cadzooks!

61EdmundWe bring you no comfort, we.

62NathanielNe'er go*, fine sport! Ha, ha, ha! What is she?
        Would he had my wench, was here e'en now.
        What is she he has married? Quickly, prithee!

63VincentOne much too good for him.

64EdmundThe beauteous Millicent,
        Driven by the tempest of her uncle's will,
        Is like a pinnace forced against the rock.

65NathanielBut he will never split* her, that’s the best on’t.
        I hope she’ll break his heart first. Gentlemen,
        I thank you for your news; and know what I
        Will presently go do*.
[NATHANIEL makes to leave. The others restrain him*.]

66VincentPray stay a little.

67EdmundAnd take us with you. What will you go do?

68NathanielThat which we cannot do all at once.*
        Do not hold me.

69VincentWe came to cast a plot* w’ye.

70NathanielCast a pudding*
        How long ha’they been married?

71EdmundBut this morning.

72NathanielYou’ll ha’me come too late.
        Ne’er go, ’tis a shame he was not cuckolded
        ’Fore dinner.

73VincentThat had been a fine first course
        At a wedding feast indeed. A little patience.

74NathanielPray let me take my course* ’fore supper yet.

75EdmundThe business ’longs to us as much as you,
        He has wronged us all alike. He has cozened us
        As much as you.

76NathanielHe has made me so poor
        That my poor whore* e'en now claimed marriage of me.

77VincentThe case is ours. His wrongs are common to us*,
        So shall his wife be, can we purchase her*:
        Did we bring you the news for you to run
        And prevent us, do you think?

78NathanielPardon my zeal, good gentlemen; which only
        Considered but the fitness of the act*,
        And that ’tis more than time ’twere done ifaith.
Enter THEOPHILUS and ARNOLD.

79EdmundAnd see here comes a fourth man that has lost
        More on her part, than we upon the bridegroom's.

80VincentHe’s very sour and sad. ’Tis crept upon him
        By this untoward accident.

81Nathaniel’Twould anger any man to be nosed of such a match,
        But I'll remove his sorrow.
        Gentle Theophilus, you are well met,
        Your sorrow is familiar with us all
        In the large loss of your betrothed love;
        But, sir, be comforted. You have our pity
        And our revenge to ease you. ’Tis decreed*
        Her husband shall be instantly a cuckold!

82TheophilusMost sinfully thou liest*; and all that give
        Breath to that foul opinion.
[THEOPHILUS, and then NATHANIEL] draw [their swords] and fight.

83NathanielWhat do you mean?

84TheophilusGive me that thought from you*; nay, from you all,
        Or I will rip you for’t.

85NathanielZooks, what mean you?

86VincentHold, sir, forbear.

87TheophilusI'll have that thought out first*.

88NathanielI say he does deserve to be a cuckold;
        Let him be what he will, a pox upon him.

89Edmund and VincentSo we say all.

90TheophilusWhat’s that to ill in her?
        I stand upon that point. Man’s evil merit’s
        No warrant for a woman’s dishonesty.
        I say, had she a man forty* degrees
        Beneath his undeservings, ’twere more possible
        For him to deceive her with a good life*,
        Than she him with a wicked.

91NathanielI say so too.
        But then I say again, the more’s the pity*.

92TheophilusDo, and undo.
[They fight again. THEOPHILUS] hurts [NATHANIEL. EDMUND and VINCENT draw their own swords and attack THEOPHILUS].

93NathanielZooks, now your bitch* has bit me.
        I say he will be one*, he shall be one;
        I’ll make him one myself.
Enter ARTHUR in his false beard.

94Edmund and VincentAnd we'll both help him.

95ArnoldWhy here’s trim stuff. Help, ho, murder, murder.

96ArthurThis is oppression* gentlemen; an unmanly one.
[ARTHUR] sides with THEOPHILUS.

97NathanielWhat devil’s this, raised*? Fall off, ’tis an ill business.NATHANIEL, VINCENT, and EDMUND exit.

98ArnoldHave you no hurt, sir?

99TheophilusNo, I’m confident.

100ArnoldBy your favour, I will see.
ARNOLD searches* THEOPHILUS.

101Arthur   [Aside]   What fortune’s this?
        I fought ’gainst friends to save mine enemy,
        But I hope neither know me. I desire
        To rest hid to my friends for my offence to them,
        And to mine enemy, till I make him dearer.[ARTHUR] exits.

102TheophilusI told thee there was none.

103ArnoldI’m glad it proves so.

104TheophilusBut where’s the gentleman?

105ArnoldDo you not know him, sir?

106TheophilusNot I, ’tis the first time that e'er I saw him,
        To my remembrance; yet he fought for me.
        Beshrew thy idler care* that made me lose him!
        What should he be that so could fight for me,
        Yet care not for my company? beshrew thy heart.
        Why should he use me thus? I shall be sick to think on’t.
        I’m made beholding now to I know not whom;
        And I’m the worst to sue or seek to a man—

107ArnoldThat scurvy, between proud and bashful quality,
        You are famous for, as tother toy that haunts you.

108TheophilusWhat’s that?

109ArnoldWhy, to be deadly angry, sir,
        On least occasion, and friends as quickly,
        Hot and cold in a breath: you are angry now
        With him that fought for you I warrant you.

110TheophilusIn troth I am, and friends with them I fought with;
        He used me peevishly to leave me so,
        Ere I could thank him.

111ArnoldSo ’tis that I told you.

112TheophilusBut did you mark th’humanity of my gentlemen?
        ’Cause she’s disposed by her self-willed uncle
        On that unworthy Quicksands, devil take him,
        They thought ’twould sound like music in my ears
        To hear her disgrace sung; when her fair honour
        Is all I have to love, now she’s took from me;
        And that they’d go about to rob me of.
        Heaven grant me patience. O, my slaughtered father!
        I am thy son, and know by* thy infirmity.

113ArnoldMethinks, sir, his example should allay you:
        Impatience was his ruin.

114TheophilusPush, we see
        Thieves daily hanged for robberies; yet some
        Go on still in the practice! What a fine
        Is set upon the head of* foul adultery,
        And yet our neighbours’ wives can hardly scape us!
        There’s laws against extortion, and sad penalties
        Set upon bribes,
        Yet great men’s hands ha’their fore-fathers’ itch*!
        Prisons are filled with bankrupts; yet we see
        How crafty merchants often wrong their credits,
        And Londoners fly to live at Amsterdam*!
        Nothing can banish Nature*, that’s the moral.

115ArnoldIt* was indeed your father's known infirmity,
        And ever incident to the noblest natures.
        But of your father, is there yet no hope
        Of better news?

116TheophilusNo, certainly he’s slain.

117ArnoldI have not heard a story of more wonder;
        That two such men, of such estates and years,
        Having lived always friends and neighbours nearly,
        Should at the last fall out so mortally
        On a poor cast at bowls*! Where was’t they fought?*

118TheophilusIt is uncertain. All we heard of ’em
        Was, they rode forth (’tis now a whole year past)
        Singly to end their quarrel: But to what
        Part of the kingdom, or the world they took,
        We can by no inquiry find or hear
        Of either of them. Sure they crossed the seas,
        And both are slain.

119ArnoldYou speak poor comfort*, sir.

120TheophilusI speak as my heart finds. She’s gone for ever too;
        Her heart’s desire be with her.

121Arnold   [Aside]   Now he’s there* again.

122TheophilusThen my poor sister’s sickness; that torments me,
        Never in health since our dear father left us.

123Arnold   [Aside]   And now there*.

124TheophilusHow shall I do to see these men again?
        I shall not be at rest till I be friends with ’em.

125Arnold   [Aside]   Why here’s the noble nature still. ’Twill show itself.

126TheophilusI’ll seek ’em out. Nathaniel always loved me.[THEOPHILUS] exits.

127ArnoldHere’s an unsettled humour. In these fits
        He’ll ne’er be mad, nor ever well in’s wits.[ARNOLD] exits.
1.3
[Enter] TESTY, QUICKSANDS, [and] MILLICENT.

128TestyGo to I say, go to; as y’are my niece,
        And hope t’inherit anything that’s mine,
        Shake off this maiden peevishness. Do you whimper
        Upon your wedding day? Or, do you think
        You are not married yet? Did you not say,
        'I, Millicent, take Mandeville*'? Aha!
        Was it not so? Did not I give you too?
        I that have bred you from the cradle up
        To a fit growth to match with his fair years*;
        And far more fair estate.

129Millicent   [Aside]   Ay, there’s the match*

130TestyLove him, I charge you.

131MillicentI’ll endeavour’t, sir.

132TestyYou will endeavour’t! Is’t no further yet?
        Stand from her, nephew! I’ll so swinge her. Ha!

133QuicksandsLet me entreat your patience. She’s my wife, sir.

134TestyDandle her in her humour, do; and spoil her*.

135Quicksands’Tis but her modesty.

136TestyHer sullen doggedness,
        I’ll baste it out of her. You do not know her
        As I do, nephew.

137QuicksandsI shall, sir, before morning*
        Better I doubt not. Come, we shall agree.

138TestyYou will endeavour’t! Come, I’ll see it done.
        Marry a man first, and then endeavour
        To love him, will you? Ha! Is it but so?
        I’ll see you love him presently. So to bed.

139MillicentWhat, before supper?

140TestyA posset, and to bed,
        I’ll see it done. And 'cause you are so nice
        (To bed, I say!), there I will see more done*
        Than I will speak. Tell me of your endeavour!

141QuicksandsBe not so rough and stiff with her, good uncle.
        I know my supple tender dealing will
        Get more upon her love than all your chidings.

142TestySuch tender dealers spoil young brides; and get
        Nothing but* stubbornness. Down with her* I say
        Now in her wedding sheets*. She will be naught else.

143MillicentConstrue more charitably, I beseech you,
        My virgin blushes.

144Testy’Tis your sullenness;
        Would you have brided it so lumpishly
        With your spruce younker? That fine silken beggar*,
        Whose land lies in your husband's counting-house,
        Or the most part.

145MillicentO my Theophilus!

146QuicksandsIndeed the better half*; nor without hope
        To have the rest, as he may want my money.

147TestyWould you have whined and puled, had you had him
        To bedward think you? Yet, to speak the truth,
        And that wherein she has vexed me a thousand times,
        I never saw her laugh, nor heard her sing
        In all my life: yet she could both, I have heard,
        In company she liked.

148MillicentIt has been ’mong maidens then.
        But honoured sir—   [Aside]   (I know what I will do*)
           [Aloud]   To let you see and hear, since you desire
        To have me show a cheerfulness unto
        My reverend husband,* look you, sir, I’ll kiss him,
        Clap him, and stroke him: Ha, my jo, ha, ha, ha*.
[MILLICENT comes towards QUICKSANDS*.]

149TestyHeyday!

150QuicksandsShe’ll make me blush anon, I think.

151MillicentI’ll sing him songs too.

152TestyWhoop, how’s this?

153MillicentThat I will chick, old songs and over-old ones,
        Old as thy reverend self, my chick-a-bird*.

154Quicksands   [Aside]   She calls me chick and bird: the common names
        With wives that cuckold their old cravened husbands.

155Millicent   (sings)   She made him a bed of the thistle-down soft,
        She laid herself under to bear him aloft,
        And ever she sung, 'Sweet, turn thee to me,
        We’ll make the new bed cry jiggy joggy*'.

156TestyWhat impudence is this?

157QuicksandsShe’s gone as far
        Beyond it now, as it was to’t*.

158MillicentNow may you answer.
           (sings)   Go to bed, sweetheart, I’ll come to thee,
        Make thy bed fine and soft, I’ll lie with thee*.

        Ha, ha, ha.

159QuicksandsIs this your bashful niece?

160TestyWhat canst thou mean by this? does this become thee?

161MillicentPray do not beat me* o’my wedding night, but tell me
        How this and half a dozen chopping children may
        Become an old man's wife some five years hence.

162QuicksandsO intolerable!

163TestyIs’t possible thou canst do thus?*

164MillicentLet women judge. ’Tis very possible
        That a young lusty wife may have six children
        By one at once in five years, sir, and by
        One father too. I’ll make him young enough
        To father mine.

165Quicksands   [Aside]   She’ll make a youth of me.

166Millicent   (sings)   There was a lady lov’d a swine. "Honey," quoth she;*
        "And wilt thou be true love mine?" - "Hough,"* quoth he.*

167TestyDo you hear, gentlewoman? are you i’your wits?

168MillicentYes, and my own house* I hope. I pray be civil.
        Shall we to bed, sir, supperless? you need
        No stirring meats, it seems. I’m glad on’t.
        Come, biddy, come away. Will you see, uncle,
        How I will love him i’bed? Come away.

169Quicksands   [Aside]   My edge is taken off: this impudence
        Of hers, has outfaced my concupiscence.
        Dashed all quite out o’countenance! what a beast*
        Was I to marry? Rather, what a beast
        Am I to be?
A sow-gelder's horn* blown.

        How now? O, horrible!

170TestyWhat hideous noise is this?
Enter BUZZARD.

171BuzzardI cannot help it.
        While I went forth for the half pint of sack
        To make your prodigal* posset; and the maid*
        (Watching the milk, for running o'er*) forgot
        To shut the door, they all rushed in.

172QuicksandsWhat they, what all?

173BuzzardVizarded people, Sir, and oddly shaped.
        You’ll see anon. They're tuning o’their pipes,
        And swear they’ll gi’ye a willy nilly dance
        Before you go to bed, though you stole your marriage*.

174QuicksandsOutrageous roisters!

175TestyCall and raise the street.

176MillicentThat were to let in violence indeed.
        These are some merry harmless friends I warrant.
        I knew I could not be so ill-beloved
        Among the bachelors, but some would find
        Way to congratulate our honoured marriage.

177QuicksandsWhat, with horn-music*?

178TestyA new kind of flourish.

179Quicksands’Tis a flat conspiracy.
        This is your bashful, modest, whimpering niece.

180TestyThen let’em in. If they wrong us tonight,
        The law tomorrow shall afford us right.
        Pray let’s resolve to see’t. Here comes their Prologue.
Flourish. Enter MERCURY*.

181MercuryAt a late parliament held by the Gods,
        Cupid* and Hymen* fell at bitter odds
        Upon an argument, wherein each did try
        T’advance his own ’bove tother's deity,
        Out of this question, which might happier prove,
        Love without marriage, or marriage without love?
        By the effects the trial must be made,
        So each from other's office drew his aid:
        Cupid no more of Hymen's matches framed,
        Nor Hymen married those that love inflamed.
         Now, mark the sad effects this strife begot:
        Cupid his fiery darts and arrows* shot
        As thick as e’er he did; and equal hearts
        He wounds with equal love. But Hymen parts
        Their forward hands (alas!) and joineth none
        But those which his new match-maker brings on,
        Old greedy Avarice*; who by his spells
        In breasts of parents and of guardians dwells,
        That force their tenderlings to loathed beds;
        Which uncouth policy to sorrow leads
        Thousands a thousand ways, of which the least
        Is this* - with which we celebrate your feast.
Enter four MASQUERS with horns on their heads: a stag, a ram, a goat, and an ox. Followed by four [MASQUERS costumed as] persons, a courtier, a captain, a scholar, and a butcher*.

182TestyA special drove of horn-beasts!

183MercuryThese few are thought enough to show how more
        Would appear horrible; the town hath store*.
         The first’s a lawyer, who by strife prevailed
        To wed a wife, that was by love entailed*
        Unto that courtier, who had the hap
        Soon after to adorn him with that cap*.
         The next, a country cormorant, whose great wealth,
        By a bad father’s will*, obtained by stealth
        That valiant soldier's mistress; for which matter
        The engineer* his sconce with rams* did batter.
         This, an old goatish usurer, that must
        Needs buy a wretch’s daughter to his lust;
        Doted, and married her without a groat -
        That herald gave this crest unto his coat*.
         And that’s the citizen, so broadly pated*,
        Which this mad butcher cuckold-antedated*.
        Now by this dance let husband that doth wed
        Bride from her proper love to loathed bed
        Observe his fortune. Music, strike aloud
        'The cuckold's joy*', with merry pipe and crowd!
They dance to music of cornets and violins. [MERCURY and the] MASQUERS exit*.

184TestyHow now? All vanished! The devil take the hindmost*.

185QuicksandsThe foremost* I say; and lay him a block
        For all the rest to break their necks upon.

186TestyWho are they? Can you guess?

187MillicentTruly, not I, sir.
        Some of my husband’s friends perhaps, that came
        To warn him of his fortune.

188QuicksandsWell considered.

189MillicentLock the doors after’em, and let us to bed;
        And lock ourselves up, chick, safe from all danger.

190QuicksandsWe will to bed, chick, since you’ll have it so.
        This key shall be your guard; and here’s another
        Shall secure me*. My house has store of beds in’t.
        I bring you not to an unfurnished dwelling*.

191MillicentBe not afraid to lie with me, good man,
        I’ll so restore thee ’gain with caudles and cock-broths,
        So cuckle* thee up, tomorrow thou shalt see—

192Quicksands   [Aside]   O immodesty!

193MillicentThou hast good store of gold, and shalt not want it
        In cullises: in every broth I’ll boil
        An angel* at the least.

194QuicksandsI’ll hang first.

195TestyI am quite out of wits; and yet I’ll counsel
        Thee, nephew*. Hark thee.
They whisper.

196Buzzard   [Aside]   ’Tis like to be mad counsel.

197MillicentBut will you not lie with me then?

198TestyNo, marry, shall he not.
        Nephew, you shall not, till she bride it modestly.
        ’Tis now too late, but I’ll so rattle her up* tomorrow—

199Buzzard   [Aside]   ’Tis too late now*, and yet he’ll do’t tomorrow! good!

200TestyWill you to your lodging?

201MillicentWhere be my bride-maids*?

202TestyThey wait you in your chamber.

203Buzzard   [Aside]   The devil o’maid’s* i’this but my fellow Madge the kitchen maid, and Malkin* the cat, or bachelor but myself, and an old fox* that my master has kept apprenticeship* to palliate his palsy.

204MillicentWhere be the maids, I say, and bachelors*
        To disappoint my husband?

205QuicksandsMark you that?

206MillicentI mean, to take your points.
[MILLICENT lifts QUICKSANDS' doublet to examine his hose*.]
        But you have none.
        O thrifty age! My bridegroom is so wise,
        Instead of points, to hazard hooks and eyes*.

207Buzzard   [Aside]   She means the eyes in’s head*, I’ll hang else.
        My master is like to make a blind match* here.

208TestyTake up the lights, sirrah.

209QuicksandsI hope she talks so idly, but for want
        Of sleep; and sleep she shall, for me, tonight*.

210TestyAnd well said, nephew. Will you to your chamber, mistress?

211MillicentHey ho, to bed, to bed, to bed.
        No bride so glad—   [Aside]    to keep her maidenhead.[All exit.]

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