ACT FOUR
4.1*
TALLBOY [and] OLIVER enter with riding switches.

598TallboyShe’s gone. Amy is gone. Ay me, she’s gone, And has me left, of joy bereft, to make my moan. Oh me, Amy!*

599OliverWhat the devil ails the fellow, trow? Why, why, Master Tallboy, my cousin Tallboy that should’st ha’ been! Art not ashamed to cry at this growth? And for a thing that’s better lost than found, a wench?

600TallboyCry! Who cries? Do I cry, or look with a crying countenance? I scorn it, and scorn to think on her, but in just anger.

601OliverSo, this is brave now, if ’twould hold.

602TallboyNay, it shall hold. And so let her go, for a scurvy what d’ye call’t. I know not what bad enough to call her. ―― But something of mine goes with her I am sure. She has cost me in gloves, ribands, scarfs, rings, and such like things, more than I am able to speak of at this time ―― Oh!

603OliverBecause thou canst not speak for crying. Fie, Master Tallboy, again?

604TallboyI scorn it again, and any man that says I cry, or will cry again.* And let her go again; and what she has of mine let her keep, and hang herself and the rogue that’s with her. I have enough, and am heir of a well-known estate, and that she knows. ―― And therefore that she should slight me, and run away with a wages–fellow that is but a petty clerk and a serving–man. There’s the vexation of it! ―― Oh, there’s the grief and the vexation of ―― Oh! ―――

605Oliver   [Aside]   Now he will cry his eyes out!   [Aloud]   You, sir. This life have I had with you all our long journey, which now is at an end here. This is Master Oldrents’ house, where perhaps we shall find old Hearty, the uncle of that rogue Martin that is run away with your sweetheart.

606TallboyAy, ’tis too true, too true, too true. You need not put me in mind on’t ―― Oh ―― oh ――

607OliverHold your peace and mind me. Leave your bawling, for fear I give you correction*. This is the house, I say, where it is most likely we shall hear of your mistress and her companion. Make up your face quickly. Here comes one of the servants, I suppose.
RANDALL enters.

Shame not yourself for ever, and me for company. Come, be confident.

608TallboyAs confident as yourself or any man ―― But my poor heart feels what lies here. Here!    [He pounds his chest.]   Ay, here it is, oh ―――

609OliverGood morrow, friend. This is Squire Oldrents’ house, I take it.

610RandallPray take it not, sir, before it be to be let. It has been my master’s and his ancestors’ in that name above these three hundred years, as our house chronicle* doth notify, and not yet to be let. But, as a friend or stranger in guest–wise, you are welcome to it, as all other gentlemen are, far and near, to my good master, as you will find anon when you see him.

611OliverThou speak’st wittily and honestly. But I prithee, good friend, let our nags be set up. They are tied up at the post. You belong to the stable, do you not?

612RandallNot so much as the stable belongs to me, sir. I pass through many offices of the house, sir. I am the running bailie of it.

613OliverWe have rid hard, hoping to find the squire at home at this early time in the morning.

614RandallYou are deceived in that, sir. He has been out these four hours. He is no snail, sir. You do not know him, I perceive, since he has been new moulded*. But I’ll tell you, because you are gentlemen.

615Oliver   [Impatiently]   Our horses, good friend.

616RandallMy master is an ancient gentleman and a great housekeeper, and prayed for by all the poor in the country. He keeps a guest house for all beggars, far and near, costs him a hundred a year at least, and is as well beloved among the rich. But of late he fell into a great melancholy, upon what I know not, for he had then more cause to be merry than he has now. Take that by the way.

617Oliver   [Impatiently]   But, good friend, our horses.

618RandallFor he had two daughters that knew well to order a house and give entertainment to gentlemen. They were his house–doves. But now they are flown, and no man knows how, why, or whither.

619TallboyMy dove is flown too! Oh ―――

620RandallWas she your daughter, sir? She was a young one then, by the beard you wear.

621TallboyWhat she was, she was, d’e see? I scorn to think on her. ―― But I do ―― Oh!

622OliverPray hold your peace, or feign some mirth, if you can.

623TallboyLet her go, let her go.   [Singing]   I care not if I have her, I have her or no. Ha, ha, ha ――― Oh my, my heart will break ――― Oh ―――

624Oliver   [To RANDALL]   Pray think of our horses, sir.

625RandallThis is right my master*. When he had his daughters, he was sad; and now they are gone, he is the merriest man alive. Up at five a’clock in the morning, and out till dinner–time. Out again at afternoon, and so till supper–time. Skice out this– a–way, and skice out that–a–way.* — He’s no snail, I assure you. — And tantivy all the country over, where hunting, hawking, or any sport is to be made, or good fellowship to be had; and so merry upon all occasions that you would even bless yourself, if it were possible.

626Oliver   [More impatiently]   Our horses, I prithee.

627RandallAnd we, his servants, live as merrily under him, and do all thrive. I myself was but a silly lad when I came first, a poor turnspit boy. Gentlemen kept no whirling jacks then to cozen poor people of meat. And I have now, without boast, forty pounds in my purse, and am the youngest of half a score in the house, none younger than myself but one; and he is the steward over all: his name is Master Springlove, bless him where’er he is, he has a world of means. And we, the underlings, get well the better by him, besides the rewards many gentlemen give us that fare well and lodge here sometimes.

628Oliver   [Even more impatiently]   Oh!* We shall not forget you, friend, if you remember our horses before they take harm.

629RandallNo hurt, I warrant you. There’s a lad walking them.

630OliverIs not your master coming, think you?

631RandallHe will not be long a–coming. He’s no snail, as I told you.

632OliverYou told me so, indeed.

633RandallBut of all the gentlemen that toss up the ball*, yea and the sack too, commend me to old Master Hearty; a decayed gentleman, lives most upon his own mirth and my master’s means, and much good do him with it. He is the finest companion of all. He does so hold my master up with stories, and songs, and catches, and t’other cup of sack, and such tricks and jigs, you would admire ― He is with him now.

634Oliver   [To TALLBOY]   That Hearty is Martin’s uncle. I am glad he is here. Bear up, Tallboy.   [To RANDALL]   Now, friend, pray let me ask you a question ― Prithee stay!

635RandallNay, marry, I dare not. Your yauds may take cold, and never be good after it. —He exits.

636OliverI thought I should never have been rid of him. But no sooner desired to stay, but he is gone. A pretty humour!
RANDALL [re-]enters.

637RandallGentlemen, my master will be here e’en now, doubt not; for he is no snail, as I told you.He exits [again].

638OliverNo snail’s a great word with him. Prithee, Tallboy, bear up.
USHER enters.

Here comes another gray fellow.

639UsherDo you stand in the porch, gentlemen? The house is open to you. Pray enter the hall. I am the usher of it.

640OliverIn good time, sir. We shall be bold here, then, to attend your master’s coming.

641UsherAnd he’s upon coming; and when he comes, he comes apace. He’s no snail, I assure you.

642OliverI was told so before, sir. No snail! Sure ’tis the word of the house and as ancient as the family.

643UsherThis gentleman looks sadly, methinks.

644TallboyWho, I? Not I. Pray pardon my looks for that! But my heart feels what’s what. Ay me ――

645UsherPray walk to the buttery, gentlemen. My office leads you thither.

646OliverThanks, good master usher.

647UsherI have been usher these twenty years, sir. And have got well* by my place for using strangers respectfully.

648OliverHe has given the hint too.

649UsherSomething has come in by the by, besides standing wages, which is ever duly paid, thank a good master and an honest steward, heaven bless ’em. We all thrive under ’em.
Enter BUTLER with glasses and a napkin.

Oh, here comes the butler.

650ButlerYou are welcome, gentlemen. Please ye draw nearer my office and take a morning drink in a cup of sack, if it please you.

651OliverIn what please you, sir. We cannot deny the courtesy of the house in the master’s absence.

652ButlerHe’ll come apace when he comes. He’s no snail, sir.Going.

653OliverStill ’tis the house–word. And all the servants wear livery–beards*.

654ButlerOr perhaps you had rather drink white wine and sugar? Please yourselves, gentlemen; here you may taste all liquors. No gentleman’s house in all this county or the next so well stored — make us thankful for it! And my master, for his hospitality to gentlemen, his charity to the poor, and his bounty to his servants, has not his peer in the kingdom — make us thankful for it. And ’tis as fortunate a house for servants as ever was built upon fairy ground. I myself, that have served here, man and boy, these four and forty years, have gotten together (besides something more than I will speak of, distributed among my poor kinred) by my wages, my vails at Christmas, and otherwise, together with my rewards* of kind gentlemen that have found courteous entertainment here —

655OliverThere he is too.

656ButlerHave, I say, gotten together (though in a dangerous time I speak it)* a brace of hundred pounds — Make me thankful for it! And for losses I have had none. I have been butler these two and thirty years, and never lost the value of a silver spoon, nor ever broke a glasss — Make me thankful for it! White wine and sugar, say you, sir?

657OliverPlease yourself, sir.

658Butler   [Indicating TALLBOY]   This gentleman speaks not. Or had you rather take a drink of brown ale with a toast, or March beer with sugar and nutmeg? Or had you rather drink without sugar?

659OliverGood sir, a cup of your household beer.BUTLER exits.I fear he will draw down to that* at last.
BUTLER enters with a silver can of sack.

660ButlerHere, gentlemen, is a cup of my master’s small beer*. But it is good old Canary, I assure you. And here’s to your welcome.
COOK enters.

661CookAnd welcome, the cook says, gentlemen. Brother butler, lay a napkin; I’ll fetch a cut of the sirloin to strengthen your patience till my master comes, who will not now be long, for he’s no snail, gentlemen.

662OliverI have often heard so. And here’s to you, master cook —   [He drinks.]   Prithee speak, Master Tallboy, or force one laugh more, if thou canst.

663CookSir, the cook drinks to you.To TALLBOY.

664TallboyHa, ha, ha ―――

665OliverWell said.*

666TallboyHe is in the same livery–beard too.

667CookBut he is the oldest cook*, and of the ancientest house and the best for housekeeping in this county or the next. And though the master of it write but squire, I know no lord like him.
CHAPLAIN enters.

And now he’s come. Here comes the word* before him. The parson has ever the best stomach. I’ll dish away presently.He exits.

668ButlerIs our master come, Sir Dominie*?

669ChaplainEst ad manum. Non est ille testudo.*

670OliverHe has the word too in Latin. Now bear up, Tallboy.

671Chaplain   [To the Butler]   Give me a preparative of sack. It is a gentle preparative before meat.   [He salutes the gentlemen.]   And so a gentle touch of it to you, gentlemen.

672OliverIt is a gentle offer, sir, and as gently to be taken.
OLDRENTS and HEARTY enter.

673OldrentsAbout with it, my lads.* And this is as it should be —   [Refusing the Butler's offer to serve him first]    Not till my turn, sir, I. Though I confess I have had but three morning draughts today.

674OliverYet it appears you were abroad betimes, sir.

675OldrentsI am no snail, sir.

676OliverSo your men told us, sir.

677OldrentsBut where be my catchers! Come, a round. And so let us drink.
The catch [is] sung*, and they drink about. The singers are all graybeards.

        A round, a round, a round, boys, a round!
        Let mirth fly aloft, and sorrow be drowned.
        Old sack, and old songs, and a merry old crew
        Can charm away cares when the ground looks blue.

679OldrentsWell said, old Hearty. —   [To OLIVER and TALLBOY]   And, gentlemen, welcome.

680TallboyAh ―――He sighs.

681OldrentsOh, mine ears! What was that, a sigh? And in my house? Look! Has it not split my walls? If not, make vent for it. Let it out. I shall be stifled else.CHAPLAIN exits.

682OliverHe hopes your pardon, sir, his cause considered.

683OldrentsCause? Can there be cause for sighing?

684OliverHe has lost his mistress, sir.

685OldrentsHa, ha, ha! Is that a cause? Do you hear me complain the loss of my two daughters?

686OliverThey are not lost, I hope, sir.

687OldrentsNo more can be his mistress. No woman can be lost. They may be mislaid a little, but found again, I warrant you.

688TallboyAh ―――[He] sigh[s].

689OldrentsOds my life! He sighs again. And means to blow me out of my house. To horse again. Here’s no dwelling for me. Or stay. I’ll cure him if I can. Give him more sack to drown his suspirations.
While OLDRENTS and TALLBOY drink, OLIVER takes HEARTY aside.

690OliverSir, I am chiefly to inform you of the disaster.

691HeartyMay it concern me?

692OliverYour nephew Martin has stolen my father’s ward, that gentleman’s   [Indicating TALLBOY]   bride that should have been.

693HeartyIndeed, sir.

694Oliver’Tis most true ―He gives HEARTY a letter.

695HeartyAnother glass of sack! This gentleman brings good news.

696OliverSir, if you can prevent his danger ―

697HeartyHang all preventions. Let ’em have their destiny.

698Tallboy   To OLDRENTS   Sir, I should have had her, ’tis true ――― But she is gone, d’ye see? And let her go.

699OldrentsWell said. He mends now.

700TallboyI am glad I am rid of her, d’ye see? Before I had more to do with her ―――

701HeartyHe mends apace.
HEARTY reads the letter.

702TallboyFor should I have married her before she had run away, d’ye see? And that she had run away, d’ye see, after she had been married to me, d’ye see? Then I had been a married man without a wife, d’ye see? Where now she being run away before I am married, d’ye see, I am no more married to her, d’ye see, than she to me, d’ye see? And so long as I am none of hers, d’ye see, nor she none of mine, d’ye see, I ought to care as little for her, now she is run away, d’ye see, as if she had stayed with me, d’ye see?

703OldrentsWhy, this is excellent! Come hither, Hearty.

704TallboyI perceive it now, and the reason of it. And how, by consequence, d’ye see, I ought not to look any further after her.   Cries.   But that she should respect a poor base fellow, a clerk at the most and a serving–man at best, before me that am a rich man at the worst and a gentleman at least, makes me ――― I know not what to say ――― [He breaks down sobbing.]

705OldrentsWorse than ever ’twas! Now he cries outright.

706TallboyI know not what to say ――― what to say ――― Oh ―――

707HeartyThen I do, sir. The poor base fellow that you speak of is my nephew, as good a gentleman as yourself. I understand the business by your friend here.

708TallboyI cry you mercy, sir.

709OldrentsYou shall cry no mercy, nor anything else here, sir; nor for anything here, sir. This is no place to cry in, nor for any business.   To OLIVER   You, sir, that come on business ―

710OliverIt shall be none, sir.

711OldrentsMy house is for no business but the belly–business. You find not me so uncivil, sir, as to ask you from whence you came, who you are, or what’s your business. I ask you no question. And can you be so discourteous as to tell me, or my friend, anything like business? If you come to be merry with me, you are welcome. If you have any business, forget it! You forget where you are else. And so to dinner.

712HeartySir, I pray let me only prevail with you but to read this.

713OldrentsSpoil my stomach now, and I’ll not eat this fortnight.He reads aside.

714HeartyWhile he reads, let me tell you, sir. That my nephew Martin has stolen that gentleman’s mistress, it seems, is true. But I protest, as I am a gentleman, I know nothing of the matter; nor where he or she is. But, as I am the foresaid gentleman, I am glad on’t with all my heart. Ha, my boy Mat. Thou shalt restore our house.

715OliverLet him not hear to grieve him, sir.[Indicating TALLBOY]

716HeartyGrieve him? What should he do with her? Teach their children to cry?

717TallboyBut I do hear you though, and I scorn to cry, as much as you, d’ye see? Or your nephew either, d’ye see?

718HeartyNow thou art a brave fellow. So, so, hold up thy head, and thou shalt have a wife, and a fine thing!

719TallboyHang a wife, and pax o’ your fine thing, d’ye see? I scorn your fopperies, d’ye see?

720OldrentsAnd I do hear thee, my boy, and rejoice in thy conversion. If thou canst but hold now.

721TallboyYes, I can hold, sir. And I hold well with your sack. I could live and die with it, as I am true Tallboy.

722OldrentsNow thou art a tall fellow, and shalt want no sack.

723TallboyAnd, sir, I do honour you, d’ye see, and should wish myself one of your household servants, d’ye see, if I had but a gray beard, d’ye see? ‘Hey!’ as old Master Clack says.

724OldrentsWell, I have read the business here.

725OliverCall it not business, I beseech you, sir. We defy all business.

726TallboyAy, marry, do we, sir. D’ye see, sir? And a–hey, as old Master Clack says.

727OldrentsGrammercy, sack.* Well, I have read the matter here written by Master Clack. And do but bear up in thy humour, I will wait upon thee home.
Knock within.

Hark! They knock to the dresser.* I have heard much of this old odd’ceited Justice Clack. And now I long to see him. ’Tis but crossing the country two days and a night’s journey. We’ll but dine and away presently. Bear up, I say, Master Tallboy.

728TallboyI will bear up, I warrant you, d’e see, sir ――― But here’s a grudging still ――― They [all] exit.
4.2*
A great noise within of rude music, Laughing, singing, etc.
AMY, RACHEL, [and] MERIEL enter.

729AmyHere’s a wedding with a witness and a holiday with a hoigh. Let us out of the noise, as we love our ears.

730RachelYes, and here we may pursue our own discourse, and hear one another.

731MerielConcerning Springlove and yourself, Mistress Amy.

732AmyWell, ladies, my confidence in you, that you are the same that you have protested yourselves to be, hath so far won upon me that I confess myself well affected both to the mind and person of that Springlove. And, if he be — as fairly you pretend — a gentleman, I shall easily dispense with fortune.

733Rachel [and] MerielHe is, upon our honours.

734AmyHow well that high engagement suits your habits.*

735RachelOur minds and blood are still the same.

736AmyI have passed no affiance to the other,
        That stole me from my guardian, and the match
        He would have forced me to, from which I would
        Have fled with any or without a guide.
        Besides, his mind, more clownish than his habit,
        Depraved by covetousness and cowardice,
        Forced me into a way of misery
        To take relief from beggars.

737MerielFrom poor us.

738AmyAnd then, to offer to marry me under a hedge, as the old couple were today, without book or ring, by the chaplain of the beggars’ regiment, your patrico, only to save charges.

739RachelI have not seen the wretch these three hours. Whither is he gone?

740AmyHe told me, to fetch horse and fit raiment for us, and so to post me hence. But I think it was to leave me on your hands.

741MerielHe has taken some great distaste sure, for he is damnable jealous.

742RachelAy, didst thou mark what a wild look he cast when Springlove tumbled her and kissed her on the straw this morning, while the music played to the old wedding–folks?

743MerielYes, and then Springlove, to make him madder, told him that he would be his proxy, and marry her for him, and lie with her the first night, with a naked cudgel betwixt ’em*, and make him a king of beggars.

744AmyI saw how it angered him*. And I imagined then, and before, that there was more in Springlove than downright beggar. But though he be never so good a gentleman, he shall observe fit time and distance till we are married.

745RachelMatrimony forbid else.   [Aside]   She’s taken. —   [Aloud]   But while we talk of a match towards, we are missed within in the bride–barn among the revel–rout.

746AmyWe have had all the sport they could make us in the past passages.

747MerielHow cautious the old contracted couple were for portion and jointure!

748RachelWhat feoffees, she being an heir of fourscore, and seven years stone–blind, had in trust for her estate.

749AmyAnd how carefully he secured all to himself, in case he out–lived her, being but seven years older than she. And what pains the lawyer of the rout here took about it.

750RachelAnd then, how solemnly they were joined and admonished, by our Parson Under–hedge, to live together in the fear of the lash, and give good example to the younger reprobates, to beg within compass, to escape the jaws of the justice, the clutch of the constable, the hooks of the headborough*, and the biting blows of the beadle*. And, in so doing, they should defy the devil and all his works, and after their painful pilgrimage in this life, they should die in the ditch of delight*.

751MerielOh, but poet Scribble’s epithalamium.

        To the blind virgin of fourscore
And the lame bachelor of more,
        How Cupid gave her eyes to see,
And Vulcan lent him legs;
        How Venus caused their sport to be
Prepared with buttered eggs*;
        Yet when she shall be seven years wed,
She shall be bold to say,
        She has as much her maidenhead
As on her wedding–day.

752RachelSo may some wives that were married at sixteen to lads of one–and–twenty.

753AmyBut at the wedding–feast, when the bride bridled it and her groom saddled it*! There was the sport in her mumping* and his champing*; the crew scrambling; ourselves trembling; then the confusion of noises in talking, laughing, scolding, singing, howling; with their actions of snatching, scratching, tousing and lousing themselves and one another —
SPRINGLOVE, VINCENT, and HILLIARD enter.

But who comes here?

754SpringloveOh, ladies, you have lost as much mirth as would have filled up a week of holidays.
SPRINGLOVE takes AMY aside, and courts her in a gentle way.

755VincentI am come about again for the beggars’ life now.

756RachelYou are. I am glad on’t.

757HilliardThere is no life but it.

758VincentWith them there is no grievance or perplexity;
        No fear of war, or state disturbances.
        No alteration in a commonwealth,
        Or innovation shakes a thought of theirs.

759MerielOf ours, you should say.

760HilliardOf ours, he means.
        We have no fear of lessening our estates;
        Nor any grudge with us, without taxation,
        To lend or give, upon command, the whole
        Strength of our wealth for public benefit:
        While some, that are held rich in their abundance —
        Which is their misery, indeed — will see
        Rather a general ruin upon all
        Than give a scruple to prevent the fall.

761Vincent’Tis only we that live.

762RachelI’m glad you are so taken with your calling.

763MerielWe are no less, I assure you. We find the sweetness of it now.

764RachelThe mirth, the pleasure, the delights. No ladies live such lives.

765MerielSome few, upon necessity, perhaps. But that’s not worth gramercy.

766Vincent   [Aside to HILLIARD]   They will never be weary.

767Hilliard   [Aside to VINCENT]   Whether we seem to like or dislike, all’s one to them.

768Vincent   [Aside to HILLIARD]   We must do something to be taken by and discovered; we shall never be ourselves and get home again else.
SPRINGLOVE and AMY come to the rest.

769Springlove   [To AMY]   I am yours for ever. —    [To RACHEL and MERIEL]   Well, ladies, you have missed rare sport, but now the bride has missed you with her half–half eye, and the bridegroom, with the help of his crutches, is drawing her forth for a dance, here, in the opener air. The house is now too hot for ’em. Oh, here come the chief revellers. The soldier, the courtier, the lawyer, and the poet, who is master of their revels, before the old couple in state. Attend, and hear him speak, as their inductor.
[The Poet SCRIBBLE, Soldier, Courtier, Lawyer, Bride, and Groom enter.]*

        Here, on this green, like king and queen,
        For a short truce, we do produce
Our old new–married pair.
        Of dish and wallet* and of straw pallet,
        With rags to show from top to toe,
She is the ancient heir.

        He is the lord of bottle–gourd,
        Of satchel great for bread and meat,
And, for small pence, a purse.
        To all that give, ‘Long may you live,’
        He loudly cries. But who denies
Is sure to have his curse.

771VincentWell said, field–poet. Phœbus*, we see, inspires as well the beggar as the poet laureate.

772SpringloveAnd shines as warm under a hedge bottom as on the tops of palaces.

773ScribbleI have not done yet. Now this is to incite you to dance.

        Prepare yourselves, like fairy elves,
Now in a dance to show
        That you approve the god of love
Has many shafts to’s* bow.

        With golden head, and some of lead,
But that which made these feel
        By subtle craft was sure a shaft
That headed was with steel.

        For they were old; no earth more cold;
Their hearts were flints entire;
        Whence the steel’s stroke did sparks provoke,
That set their bloods on fire.

        Now strike up, piper; and each lover here
        Be blithe, and take his mistress by the goll.

774HilliardThat’s no rhyme, poet.

775ScribbleThere’s as good poetry in blank verse as metre.
Music.

776SpringloveCome, hey, the dance, the dance! Nay, we’ll ha’ the old couple in, as blind and lame as they are.

777BrideWhat will you so?[They] dance.

778SpringloveWell hobbled, bridegroom!

779VincentWell groped*, bride!

780HilliardHey lusty! Hey holiday!

781SpringloveSet ’em down*; set ’em down: They ha’ done well.

782GroomAha! I am lustier than I was thirty years ago!

783BrideAnd I, than I was threescore past*. Ahem, ahem!

784VincentWhat a night here’s towards!

785HilliardSure they will kill one another.

786ScribbleEach with a fear the t’other will live longest.

787SpringlovePoet, thou hast spoken learnedly and acted bravely. Thou art both poet and actor.

788ScribbleSo has been many famous men. And if here were no worse, we might have a masque, or a comedy presented tonight in honour of the old couple.

789VincentLet us each man try his ability
        Upon some subject now extempore.

790SpringloveAgreed. Give us a theme, and try our action.

791ScribbleI have already thought upon’t. I want but actors.

792HilliardWhat persons want you? What would you present?

793ScribbleI would present a commonwealth: Utopia*,
        With all her branches and consistencies.

794RachelI’ll be Utopia! Who must be my branches?

795ScribbleThe country, the city, the court, and the camp — epitomized and personated by a gentleman, a merchant, a courtier, and a soldier.

796SoldierI’ll be your soldier. Am not I one, ha?

797CourtierAnd am not I a fashionable courtier?

798ScribbleBut who the citizen or merchant?


800VincentAnd I your country gentleman.


802ScribbleYet to our moral I must add two persons, Divinity and Law.

803LawyerWhy, la you now! And am not I a lawyer?

804ScribbleBut where’s Divinity?

805VincentMarry, that I know not. One of us might do that, if either knew how to handle it.

806SpringloveWhere’s the old patrico, our priest, my ghostly father? He’ll do it rarely.

807A BeggarHe was telling fortunes e’en now to country wenches. I’ll fetch him ―He exits.

808SpringloveThat patrico I wonder at. He has told me strange things in clouds.

809AmyAnd me somewhat that I may tell you hereafter.

810SpringloveThat you shall be my bride?

811AmyI will not tell you now.

812VincentWell, but what must our speeches tend to? What must we do one with another?

813ScribbleI would have the country, the city, and the court be at great variance for superiority. Then would I have Divinity and Law stretch their wide throats to appease and reconcile them. Then would I have the soldier cudgel them all together and overtop them all. Stay, yet I want another person.

814HilliardWhat must he be?

815ScribbleA beggar.

816VincentHere’s enough of us, I think. What must the beggar do?

817ScribbleHe must, at last, overcome the soldier, and bring them all to Beggars’ Hall*. And this, well acted, will be for the honour of our calling.

818AllA Scribble!* A Scribble!

819HilliardCome, where’s this Patrico, that we may begin?
PATRICO enters.

820PatricoAlack and welladay, this is no time to play.
        Our quarter is beset. We are all in the net.
        Leave off your merry glee.

821VincentYou begin scurvily.

822SpringloveWhy, what’s the matter?
[Noises off: some beggars exit to discover the cause.]

823WithinBing awast, bing awast. The queer cove and the harman–beck.
Some Beggars run over the stage.

824SpringloveWe are beset indeed. What shall we do?

825VincentI hope we shall be taken.

826HilliardIf the good hour be come, welcome by the grace of good fortune.
SENTWELL, the CONSTABLE, and the WATCH enter. The crew slip away.

827SentwellBeset the quarter round. Be sure that none escape.

828SpringloveLord to come with you, blessed master, to a many distressed

829Vincent [and] HilliardDuly and truly pray for you.

830Rachel [and] MerielGood your good worship, duly and truly etc.

831SentwellA many counterfeit rogues! So frolic and so lamentable all in a breath? You were acting a play but now. We’ll act with you. Incorrigible vagabonds!

832SpringloveGood master, ’tis a holiday with us. An heir was married here today.

833SentwellMarried! Not so I hope. Where is she? ’Tis for an heir we seek.

834SpringloveHere she is, master ――   [He draws the Bride forward, and hisses at the others aside.]   Hide yourselves in the straw ―― the straw. Quickly into the straw ――

835SentwellWhat tell’st thou me of this? An old blind beggar–woman. We must find a young gentlewoman– heir among you. Where’s all the rest of the crew?

836ConstableSlipped into the barn and the bushes by, but none can scape.

837SentwellLook you to that and to these here.He exits with Watch.

838SpringloveInto the straw, I say.

839VincentNo, good Springlove. The ladies and we are agreed now to draw stakes and play this lousy game no further.

840HilliardWe will be taken and disclose ourselves. You see we shall be forced to it else. The cowardly clerk has done’t to save himself.

841SpringloveDo you fear no shame, ladies?

842RachelDost think it a shame to leave begging?

843MerielOr that our father will turn us out to it again?

844SpringloveNay, since you are so resolute, know that I myself begin to find this is no course for gentlemen. This lady shall take me off it.

845AmyMake but your protestations good, and take me yours. And for the gentleman that surprises us, though he has all my uncle’s trust, he shall do anything for me to our advantage.

846VincentIf, Springlove, thou could’st post now to thy tiring–house*, and fetch all our clothes, we might get off most neatly.

847SpringloveA horse and six hours’ travel would do that.

848AmyYou shall be furnished, doubt not.
SENTWELL enters [with the] Watch.

849SentwellShe’s scap’d, or is invisible.    [To SPRINGLOVE]   You, sir, I take to be the chief rogue of this regiment.    [To the CONSTABLE]   Let him be whipped till he brings forth the heir.

850ConstableThat is but till he stinks*, sir. — Come, sir, strip, strip.

851AmyUnhand him, sir. What heir do you seek, Master Sentwell?

852Sentwell   [Aside]   Precious, how did my haste oversee her?   [Aloud]   Oh, Mistress Amy! Could I or your uncle, Justice Clack, a wiser man than I, ever ha’ thought to have found you in such company?

853AmyOf me, sir, and my company, I have a story to delight you, which on our march towards your house, I will relate to you.

854SentwellAnd thither will I lead you as my guest.
        But to the law surrender all the rest.
        I’ll make your peace.

855AmyWe must fare all alike.*They exit.

Edited by Helen Ostovich, Eleanor Lowe, Richard Cave, Elizabeth Schafer