THE NORTHERN LASS

The Persons in the Comedy.

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Sir Philip LUCKLESS contracted to Mistress Fitchow the city widow
Master TRIEDWELL kinsman to Sir Philip.
Sir Paul SQUELCH
Master [Apprehension] BULFINCH*
}Justices [and] Mistress Fitchow’s friends.
Master [Walter] WIGEON a cockney gentleman, brother to Mistress Fitchow
[Captain] ANVIL* a braggart, governor to Wigeon.
Master [Salamon] NONSENSE a Cornish gentleman, suitor to Constance.
[Oliver] PATE a witty servingman to Sir Philip.
BEAVIS* a blunt servingman to Mistress Trainwell.
[Humphrey] HOWDEE* Mistress Fitchow’s man and gentleman-usher.
VEXHEM a constable.
CLERK to Sir Paul.
Masquers.
Mistress [Audrey]FITCHOW* the city widow.
CONSTANCE, the northern lass.
Mistress TRAINWELL her governess.
Camitha HOLDUP a cunning whore*.
[FLAPS* the] chambermaid to Mistress Fitchow.

Prologue.


2PrologueGallants and friends-spectators, will ye see
        A strain of wit that is not poetry?
        I have authority for what I say,
        For he himself says so that writ the play.
        Though in the Muse’s garden he can walk,
        And choicest flowers pluck from every stalk
        To deck the stage, and purposeth hereafter
        To take your judgements, now he implores your laughter.
        Says he would see you merry; thinks it long
        Since you were last delighted with a song.
        Your books, he says, can show you history
        And serious passages better than he.
        And that he should take pains in act to show
        What you already by your studies know
        Were a presumption. ’Tis a modesty
        Unused ’mongst poets. This being only he
        That boasteth not his worth, and doth subscribe
        Himself an under-servant in their tribe.
        Yet though he slight himself, we not despair
        By him to show you what is good and rare.
ACT ONE*
1.1
Sir Philip LUCKLESS [and] TRIEDWELL enter.

3TriedwellBut I beseech you, sir, take me somewhat nearer your counsel. May I assure myself that this report goes true, that you are on this treaty of marriage with that widow?

4LucklessFaith, cousin, I take it as my fortune and am fully bent on the adventure.

5TriedwellTroth, in my mind you were better venture your self and fortune to the Bermudas*. ’Tis true, she has a good estate, some nine thousand I think, and were an apt match for one that knew how to govern it, and her; some hard-bred citizen, crafty lawyer, or country justice. But you, a tender nurseling of the court, altogether unmixed with such nature or education, to cast yourself upon her, who for her years might be your mother (they say, I never saw her)* and has been the town widow these three years, still conversant with doctors and proctors of the civil law, of which tribe her husband was too. Never look to be the better for her riches: she’ll consume yours and you too, though your back were Herculean*. And lay you in your grave or in Bedlam*, my life on’t, before she dream o’ dying, though it be all that you can hope or pray for after marriage.

6LucklessYou speak, sir, out of some unfortunate examples and your extraordinary care of me. But, truth is, all dissuasion comes too late and all urgings against it are now uncharitable: for we are already man and wife.

7TriedwellWhat, married?

8LucklessLustily promised, sir. Absolutely contracted.*

9TriedwellSend you joy! I’ll out of town.

10LucklessI hope you’ll see our marriage? I sent indeed to bid you.

11TriedwellNo, good Sir Philip, rather than I would be in sound of a bell that should ring at it, I would have my brains filliped out* with the clapper.

12LucklessNay, good cousin. I intended you my principal guest. We’ll have all very private, not above four or five friends more.

13TriedwellSir, I intend to be none of your mourners, which indeed my presence there would make me, and so, perhaps, infect the rest. I leave my best wishes to you, and will endeavour to pray for you. Indeed I will.[TRIEDWELL starts to leave the stage.]

14LucklessIndeed, this is very abrupt.
ANVIL [and] WIGEON enter.

15AnvilMaster Triedwell, well met! Why so fast, sir? I took you for a foot-post.

16TriedwellA foot-post! Indeed your fine wit will post you into another world one of these days, if it take not the whipping-post i’the way. And why foot-post, in your little witty apprehension?

17AnvilBecause you went so fast. But since you are angry, I would you were going twice as fast. If I interrupt you, hang me. D’ye hear?*

18TriedwellNay, I know you are apt to decline any man’s anger*, good Captain Anvil: you have been beaten to’t.

19WigeonWhy, if he have, he may thank such as you are that can endure no jest.

20TriedwellWhat, are you there too? Master Wigeon, I take it?

21WigeonMy name is Walter Wigeon, sir; not to be denied. The only brother here of Sir Philip Luckless his betrothed*. She is a Wigeon-born, sir, and of the best family. Our ancestors flew out of Holland in Lincolnshire* to prevent persecution*.

22TriedwellFrom Crowland* I warrant you, a little before a moulting time*.

23WigeonLike enough, sir. My sister can tell you. Since, by marriage, she was made a Fitchow. Her husband was Fitchow the civil lawyer. He was called the great cannoneer of the civil law because he could discharge or make report of every canon therein. Canon after canon, or canon upon canon at his fingers’ ends, as readily as I can tell these pieces.

24TriedwellA fair demonstration!

25WigeonHe had many rare parts* in him besides, sir, as my sister can tell you.

26Triedwell   [Aside]   This fellow cannot choose but have a rare sister, he quotes her so!

27WigeonBut all the good I can speak of him is that he left my sister rich, or at least a reasonable estate, half a score thousand pounds, or so, which she, with herself, bestows upon this honourable knight, Sir Philip Luckless, to be a lady of that name, and God gi’him joy. And for you, being his kinsman, I shall desire your nearer acquaintance.

28TriedwellIn good time, sir.

29WigeonThe match was not altogether her own seeking, sir, though she refused two aldermen for him on my own knowledge.

30TriedwellMight she have had ’em both, sir?*

31WigeonAye, and half a score aldermen fellows to boot; yet refused all for him.

32Triedwell   [Aside]   Indeed, six yoke of such cattle* would plow up all his acres in a forenoon.

33WigeonMy sister can tell you more, sir.

34Triedwell   [Aside]   Still she is his authority! I will see this woman.   [To Luckless]   Sir Philip, here are guests will applaud your match. Bid ’em welcome. God buy.[TRIEDWELL] exit[s].*

35WigeonFor my part I honour any man that marries my sister. Sir Philip, and my noble brother in expectation, I pray embrace my governor, Captain Anvil here, and give him and me our gloves*. You shall find him worthy your acquaintance. He has wit, I can tell you; and breaks as many good jests as all the wits, fits, and fancies* about the town, and has trained up many young gentlemen, both here and in diverse parts beyond the seas. He was dry nurse* (that’s one of his own jests upon himself) to the English youth, a dozen years together beyond sea. And now he is my governor and I find profit in it. You cannot think what an ass I was before I met with him. And I mean to travel with him two or three years hence myself. In the meantime, he shall spend a hundred a year out of Wat Wigeon’s purse. Shal’t i’faith. Governor, what ail’st thou? Art thou not right?

36AnvilI shall find a time to right myself, I doubt not.

37LucklessBut will you travel at these years, Master Wigeon?

38WigeonWill you not call me brother? Two days hence when you have married my sister, you must. Must he not, governor?

39AnvilYes, an’t please him.

40WigeonHe ails something.

41LucklessWell then, brother, two days hence, will you travel?

42WigeonAy, some two years hence, mistake me not. I know I am but young yet; besides, I mean to marry first, as other young heirs do. And then towry-lowry, faith, my noble governor and I! ’Twill be brave going into France then. I may learn half their fashions before I go, and bate so much being taught at when I come there. What’s the matter, governor? Thou wert not wont to be thus. Is thy money all gone? Here’s five pieces to buy pomps against my sister’s wedding.[Gives coins to ANVIL.]

43AnvilHave I eyes and ears and can think of trifling money matters?

44WigeonPox on’t, I had forgot. That scurvy, surly gentleman angered him ere while, and put him out of patience. How the hot sum of his rage boils out of his mouth!* If I durst go so near the heat of him, I would skim the pot.

45AnvilIf I try not this Triedwell, put him to the dearest trial of his life —

46WigeonAy, there ’tis. He will never come to himself till he beat or be beaten.

47AnvilLet me have these knocked out, these pulled off, these plucked out, and these sawn off.[Gestures at various parts of his body.]

48WigeonI must venture on him. Nay, governor, pray thee consider —

49AnvilThe time and place you mean? Think you he durst have done it but in his kinsman’s house? He and the multitude of his servants present?

50WigeonAy, and we know not how many armed men in the next room. Hark, governor.

51Luckless   [Aside]   What things are these! I shall marry into a fine stock!* How untimely some considerations fall into my mind! My cousin’s counsel, which hath ever been oraculously good, against which I violently bear myself to mix my blood amongst a race of fools! Had but these thoughts been mine but one day past they had prevented all that may prove dangerous in this so great and doubtful undertaking.
PATE enters.*

52PateSir, there’s a gentlewoman would speak with you.

53LucklessWho is it? Do you not know her?

54PateI never saw her before, sir. I asked her name, but I perceived some displeasure in her look (whether it were shame, grief, or anger, I know not) that made her conceal it. Only telling me she was a woman very hurtless and warrantable against your fear.

55WigeonI warrant ’tis my sister. She frowned, did she not, and looked fightingly? If she did, ’tis my sister, your wife that shall be. She will look so at you, I can tell you, or me, or my governor, for all he is a captain. She fears no colours* i’faith. To tell you true, she beat him   [Gestures at Anvil]   once for a jest he broke upon her monkey*. Is it not she, thinkest thou?

56PateNo, sir, it is not she. I know my lady that shall be.

57Wigeon‘My lady that shall be’! How sweetly it chimes. Here’s something for that word.

58LucklessGo bring her up. Good brother, Wigeon, fly into the next room with your governor. I’ll wait on you presently.PATE exits.

59Wigeon‘My Lady’ and ‘brother Wigeon’! I must admire. Our house is raised by this two storeys higher.WIGEON [and] ANVIL exit.

60LucklessThere’s no recalling time, and vows of this high nature are no trifles.
Mistress TRAINWELL enters.

61TrainwellSir, I suppose you are Sir Philip Luckless?

62LucklessI am the man, lady.

63TrainwellAnd you are shortly to marry a city widow, one Mistress Fitchow?

64LucklessMost true.

65TrainwellFor whose dear sake you purchased a four hundred pounds knighthood* to go a wooing in? Out of which she is to give nine thousand pounds for a ladyship for term of life?

66LucklessWhat mean you, gentlewoman?

67TrainwellSir, not to scold or brawl, a vice too frequent in our sex; but, in few words, and civil ones, to make you sensible of a little of that infinite injury you have done to one whose unvaluable portion of virtue makes her fit, besides the right she has already in you, to take a bride’s place before your later choice, or any she whose wealth might weigh down hers. You stand as if you knew not who I mean.

68LucklessNor what neither. Sure my name’s abused.

69TrainwellPray, sir, bethink yourself. Has there not been a former contract made betwixt you and some other?

70LucklessNo, nor any faithful promise neither!

71TrainwellThat I may well believe, when you forget it.

72LucklessI pray, speak nearer to my understanding. Whom may you suggest to be the woman so much forgotten?

73TrainwellIf you have soul or sense, you must remember her. No? Read then her name subscribed to that.[Hands LUCKLESS a letter.]
LUCKLESS reads.

74Luckless     If pity, love, or thought of me,
             Live in your breast, I need not die.
             But if all those from thence be fled,
             Live you to know that I am dead.
Constance.

Farewell, good Constance, I am sorry I have no further for thee.

75TrainwellDo you know that name, sir?

76LucklessYes, lady, so well that I am sorry that a gentlewoman of your good seeming should have to do for so light a piece of vanity. Leave going o’the devil’s errands! His kingdom’s large enough, and too much peopled already.

77TrainwellPray, sir, are you in sober earnest?

78LucklessAy, good faith am I.

79TrainwellYou are unhappy then. For you shall lose in this disdain of yours more honour than your lifetime in repentance can cover. So fare you well, sir.TRAINWELL exits.

80LucklessFarewell, old Whiskin*. ’Slid, I’ll marry out o’ the way*. ’Tis time I think. I shall be ta’en up for whore’s meat else. Constance! She had a bastard t’other day too.* What a mischievous maw has this she-cannibal that gapes for me! ’Slight, a common trader with I know not how many! I marvel she was left out of ‘Cupid’s Muster’*. Sure she bribed the ballad-maker! One that I have paid at all times too; here’s one, there’s t’other. And now she hears I am towards marriage pretends a claim to me. And what a minister she hath procured! A devil in a most gentlewomanlike apparition. It had been well to have pumped her. Is she gone?
PATE enters.

81PateWho, sir? The gentlewoman? I put her in her coach.

82LucklessHer coach! Coaches must needs be common when their carriages are so*. By this light, Oliver, a bawd, a very bawd. Where’s my brother Wigeon and his governor Anvil? They are wholesomer company o’the two yet.[LUCKLESS] ex[its].

83PateA bawd? Bless my master’s wits. But the best is, if he be mad there’s that at hand will tame him or any man: A fine cooler called marriage to take his batchelor’s button* a hole lower! Can it be possible? She might ha’ been Mother of the Maids as well to my seeming, or a matron, to have trained up the best ladies’ daughters in the country. Here comes her man again.
BEAVIS enters to PATE.

84BeavisIs Sir Philip Luckless in the house still, sir?

85PateAre you the cock-bawd* to the hen was here ere while, sir?

86BeavisAre you mad or are you drunk, sir?

87PateCome you to bargain for a punk, sir? Faith where’s the meeting? Where’s the supper? At the Bridgefoot*,or the Cat*, or where is it?

88BeavisNay then, sir, though your master be allowed to measure his manners, by his pleasure here, on his own yard, I’ll be bold to pull you out on’t by the ears and beat you into better fashion.Seizes PATE by the ears and starts to beat him.

89PateHold, hold. Pray hold a little, sir. I cry you mercy! I might be mistaken. I see thou art a good fellow. I have half a dozen for thee, faith.   [Aside]   S’foot what big words and terrible action he has! Is this the bawd’s language?   [To BEAVIS]   Pray pardon me, sir, I have been overwatched of late and knew neither place, person, nor what I said at the instant.

90BeavisIndeed?

91PateAy, sir, ’tis an infirmity I am much troubled withall; a kind of a ‘between sleep and waking’, I know not what to call it. I would give twenty nobles to be cured on’t. I pray take it not ill, sir. I use any man so when the fit’s on me, till they throughly wake me.

92BeavisWhat, as I did now by the ears? Are you come to yourself enough yet? Or shall I help you further, sir?

93PateNo, ’tis very well now, I thank you, sir. Alas, I put my master to the pains* twice or thrice a week, I assure you, to my grief.

94BeavisA very strange disease! How might you get it?

95PateFaith, I fell into’t first, with a conceit I took for overbuying a bargain of drink. Your business with my master, sir, I pray?

96BeavisOnly to speak with him from the gentlewoman was here e’en now.

97PateI shall acquaint him with it.

98BeavisI shall be your servant.

99PateI pray pardon my error.

100BeavisAnd you my boldness.BEAVIS exits.

101PateOh not so, sir. Well, Master Pimp, I have a plot upon your employment, as bravely as you carry it. I know he is a bawd by his outfacing. And I do humble and disguise my manhood to work on him by policy. And if I put not a fine slur upon him for all his brave bravados, then Oliver Pate has no brains, nor is there any difference betwixt a servingman and a pandar.PATE exits.
[BEAVIS enters.]

102BeavisWhat a trim-tram trick is this? The master and the man both brain-crazed? As the one used me, so did the other my mistress. But I have brought this into a kind of civil sense again. Do we look like bawds? There is some strange ground for this mistaking. I am sure she has ever been reputed a virtuous gentlewoman, and has now the government and bringing up of a virgin of a most hopeful goodness. And I think I know myself, and dare beat any man into a better construction of my quality.
PATE enters.

103PateNow wit and be thy will! Sir, my master desires to be excused, for he is with some friends on private business concerning his marriage, which is to be tomorrow. But says if it please you to meet him in the evening between four and five in the great palace* and conduct him to the gentlewoman, he will attend her with his best service.

104BeavisBetween four and five in the palace. But how shall I know him? I never saw him.*

105PateAs I wished. But you may easily. He is of a comely stature and will be in a red cloak and a white feather. Besides, I’ll wait on him.

106BeavisI thank you, sir.[BEAVIS] exit[s].

107PateFare you well, sir. Good Foist, I shall make a whiskin of you now, and for nothing too. I have been a little bold with my master’s name in this answer, the knowledge of which he is unguilty of. I saw how he shifted her off. Therefore I will further be bold with his name and person, which I will put upon a friend in store. My special friend, Captain Anvil, a notable, lecherous tup; He has been at me for a bit out of my master’s flock any time these three weeks. I’ll pleasure him with her for ready money. I know ’tis some cast stuff that my master has done withall. And let him take what follows.[PATE] exit[s]
1.2
Fitchow and Howdee enter. Howdee with ink and paper.

108FitchowWell, sir, and what said Master Luckless?

109HowdeeSir Philip, you mean forsooth?

110FitchowThe very same, sir. But I begin to call him now as I must call him hereafter. Ladies do not call their husbands as they are knights, as Sir Philip, Sir Timothy, or Sir Gregory. Did you ever hear my Lady Squelch call her husband Sir Paul? No; but ‘Master Squelch’. Indeed all others must 'sir' them by their Christian names, because they are knights and to be known from other men. Only their own wives must master them by their surnames, because they are ladies and will not know them from other men. But to our business. What said he to you?

111HowdeeHis worship said forsooth —

112FitchowNay, what said you to him, first? I love to hear things in order.

113HowdeeI said that as you bade me, forsooth.

114FitchowAs I bade you, Clotpoll? What was that? Shall I ever mould thee into a gentleman-usher* think’st thou that stand’st so? Come forwards, sir, and repeat.

115HowdeeMy mistress commends her best love unto your worship, and desires to know how your worship came home last night; and how your worship have rested; and how your worship does this morning? She hopes the best of your worship’s health and would be glad to see your worship at your worship’s best leisure.

116FitchowThis was very well: word for word as I instructed. But did you worship him so much?

117HowdeeYes truly, and he commended me for it and said I showed my breeding.

118FitchowNow, sir. His answer? In his own words.

119HowdeeQuoth he: ‘I thank thy mistress and I thank thee. Prithee commend my service to her and tell her my worship came home upon my worship’s foot-cloth*; my worship took very good rest, in my worship’s bed; my worship has very little to do this morning, and will see her at my worship’s leisure.’

120FitchowDid he say so?

121HowdeeTwas either so or so much I am sure. But he did not make me repeat, as you did, till I had conned* it by heart.

122FitchowWell, Howdee, get you down*. And do you hear, Howdee? If Sir Paul Squelch come, bring him up.

123HowdeeI will forsooth, mistress.

124FitchowI bade you learn to call me madam.

125HowdeeI shall forsooth, madam.

126FitchowYou shall forsooth madam. ’Tis but a day to’t, and I hope one may be a lady one day before her time.

127Howdee   [Aside]   A day too soon I doubt in this forward age.[HOWDEE] exit[s].

128FitchowIn the meantime, let me study my remembrances for after marriage*. Imprimis: To have the whole sway of the house and all domestical affairs: as of accounts of household charges, placing and displacing of all servants in general; To have free liberty to go on all my visits; and though my knight’s occasions be never so urgent, and mine of no moment, yet to take from him the command of his coach; To be in special fee with his best trusted servant; nor to let one live with him that will not bewray all his counsels to me; To study and practise the art of jealousy; To feign anger, melancholy, or sickness to the life. These are arts that women must be well practised in, ere they can attain to wisdom; and ought to be the only study of a widow from the death of her first husband to the second; from the second to the third, matters of deeper moment; from the third to the fourth deeper yet; and so proportionably to the seventh, if she be so long blessed with life. But of these I may find time hereafter to consider in order as they fall. Besides, in all, to be singular in our will; to reign, govern, ordain laws and break ’em; make quarrels and maintain ’em; profess truths, devise falsehoods; protest obedience but study nothing more than to make our husbands so; control, controvert, contradict, and be contrary to all conformity*. To which end we must be sure to be armed always with prick and praise of the deceased and carry the inventory of our goods and the gross sum of our dowry perpetually in our mouths. Then does a husband tickle the spleen of a woman*, when she can anger him to please him; chide him to kiss him; mad him to humble him; make him stiff-necked to supple him; and hard-hearted to break him; to set him up and take him down and up again and down again when, and as often, as we liked.
HOWDEE enters.

129HowdeeMadam.

130FitchowAy, marry, now thou say’st well.

131HowdeeAnd it please your Ladyship . . .

132FitchowWell said again.

133HowdeeOne Master Triedwell, a gentleman, desires to speak with your Ladyship, from Sir Philip.

134FitchowTriedwell? Oh, it is Sir Philip’s kinsman. I have heard him speak much good of him, and entreated me to give him good respect, which were enough to mar his entertainment, had I not another purpose of mine own that may prove as ill. Bring him up, Howdee.

135HowdeeI will, Madam.[HOWDEE] exit[s].

136FitchowAy, that was very well. This Howdee do I mean with a cast gown to put in apparel and make my gentleman-usher, not only for the aptness of his name*, to go on my visits, but for his proportionable talent of wit and manners.
TRIEDWELL enters.*

137Triedwell   [Aside]   If I can yet redeem him, he is happy.   [To FITCHOW]   By your leave, lady, may my boldness prove pardonable.

138FitchowSir, the name of him you come from is warrant sufficient to make your welcome here, all that is here being his.

139Triedwell   [Aside]   Is this she, trow?

140FitchowI understand you come from Sir Philip Luckless?

141Triedwell’Tis true, I brought his name thus far to enter me to your presence*. But here I shake it off, as I would do his remembrance but that I know him too well.

142FitchowToo well, sir? How mean you?

143TriedwellToo well indeed, lady, but in the ill part. I know him to be no equal match for you, yet I hear you receive him as a suitor.

144FitchowRight, sir. And him only.

145TriedwellIt is not gone so far, I hope.

146FitchowBeshrew me, but it is, and further too, sir. He has all wooed and won me.

147TriedwellBeshrew your fortune then. And if my counsel*,
        The friendliest counsel e’er you hearkened to,
        Stop not your ’ventrous foot from one step further —
        For now you are upon the brink of danger —
        You fall into a sea of endless sorrows.*

148Fitchow   [Aside]    This is pretty!*

149Triedwell*Look back into yourself; read o’er your story.
        Find the content, the quiet mind, you lived in;
        The wealth, the peace, the pleasure you enjoyed;
        The free command of all you had beneath you,
        And none to be commanded by above you.
        Now glance your eye on this side, on the yoke*
        You bring your neck to; laden down with cares,
        Where you shall faintly draw a tedious life,
        And every step encounter with new strife.
        Then, when you groan beneath your burdenous charge,
        And wearily chance to revert a look
        Upon the price you gave for this sad thraldom,
        You’ll feel your heart stabbed through with many a woe,
        Of which one dies not while a thousand grow.
        All will be then too late! Now is the time;
        Now rings the warning bell unto your breast —
        Where if you can but entertain a thought,
        That tells you how you are beset with danger,
        You are secure. Exclude it, you are lost
        To endless sorrows* bought with dearest cost.

150Fitchow*Pray, sir, deal freely with me. What respect
        Moves you to make this strong dissuasion?
        Is it your care of me or love of him?

151Triedwell   [Aside]   A subtle question! This woman is not brainless.
           [To FITCHOW]   Love of him, lady? If this can be love,
        To seek to cross him in so great a hope
        As your enjoying, being all the means,
        Or possibility he has to live on.
        If it be love to him to let you know
        How lewd and dissolute of life he is,
        By which, his fortunes being sunk, he is grown
        The scorn of his acquaintance, his friends’ trouble,
        Being the common borrower of the town*.
        A gallant lights not a tobacco pipe*
        But with his borrowing letters.   [Aside]   She’s not moved!
           [To FITCHOW]   And if you put him off a fortnight longer,
        He’d be laid up for moneys he took up
        To buy his knighthood; besides his deep engagements
        To goldsmith, silkman, tailor, milliner,
        Sempster, shoemaker, spurrier, vintner, tapster.
           [Aside]   All stirs her not; she stands as if prepared
        To hear as much of truth and bear with it.
           [To FITCHOW]   Men of all trades and occupations,
        From his mercer downward to his waterman,
        Have ventured the last sixpence on his credit,
        And all but wait to pay themselves from you.
        And I may well imagine how ’twould grieve
        A woman of your wealth to disburse all
        To save a knight out of his Ward i’th’ Counter*
        And lack withal his company at home,
        While he frequents youthful society
        To make more charge for nurseries abroad*.
        For I have heard him say you are old* and that
        It is your wealth he marries and not you.
        If this be love to him, that I discover
        The means to save you to be his undoing*,
        Let no man take a friend’s help in his wooing.

152FitchowAnd how this should proceed from care of me
        Falls not into my understanding, sir.

153TriedwellConsider, lady—

154FitchowSir, I have considered
        Before, and in your speech, and since; and cannot
        By all that can be said remove a thought.
        I loved him not for words, nor will I use
        Words against yours; ’twere poor expression
        Of love to boast it. ’Tis enough I know it.*
        Boasters of love, how can we lovers call
        When most of such love one no more than all?

155Triedwell   [Aside]   Sure, I was much mistaken in this woman.*

156FitchowNor would I have you to expect a railing,
        To say you basely wrong the gentleman:
        A way so common common women use it.
        But this, sir, I will say: I were to blame,
        If I should think your love to him were less
        Than the great care of me you seem to urge,
        As you pretend it is.

157Triedwell   [Aside]   She will discover me!

158FitchowYou are his kinsman nearly, and reputed
        By his own mouth his best of chosen friends.
        Myself an utter stranger, one from whom
        You never had, or can expect, least good.
        And why you should, for a respect so contrary,
        Call my poor wit in question to believe you
        Is most unconscionable.

159Triedwell   [Aside]   Methinks I stand
        Like a false witness ’gainst another’s life,
        Ready to take his punishment.

160FitchowNor will I fondly think you meant to seek,
        Crossing his match, to make it for yourself:
        Both for my known unworthiness and your
        Depraving him being no possible way
        To make me think the better of your worth.

161Triedwell   [Aside]   Can this be she? How strangely am I taken!

162FitchowBut I forgive and charitably think
        All this brought no ill purpose. Pretty pageantry
        Which may hereafter ’mong our marriage mirth
        Fill up a scene. For now I’ll take no notice.
        Indeed, I will not. You may, if you please,
        And tell your cuz how heinously I take it.

163Triedwell   [Aside]   If thou hast mercy, love, keep’t from my heart.
           [To FITCHOW]   Wil’t please you hear me?

164FitchowSir, I have enough,*
        And crave but leave to speak this little to you,
        Which shall, by heaven, be uncontrolled as fate.
        If I shall find him bad, I’ll blame my fortune;
        Never repent or thank you for your counsel.
        If I shall find him good, and all this false,
        Which you so violently have urged against him,
        I’ll love him ne’er the more, nor you the worse.
        For I am not so poor nor weakly spirited
        That should all friends to whom my faith is bound
        Say on their knowledge that all this were true,
        And that one hour’s protraction of our marriage
        Should make it appear that I would give allowance
        To all their bugbear reasons, to defer
        That hour the uniting of our hands. Because*
        Our hearts are linked by the divinest laws.

165Triedwell   [Aside]   What have I done? The curse of over-weening brains.
        Shame and disgrace, are guerdon of my pains.
        Oh, I shall fall beneath the scorn of fools.
        A punishment as just, as great, for such
        That do in things concern them not too much.

166Fitchow   [Aside]    What ails the gentleman?*

167Triedwell   [Aside]   On what a settled rock of constancy*
        She planteth her affection. Not to move,
        Though all the breath of slanderous reproach,
        Driving, tempestuous clouds, and storms of horror
        Should beat at once against it?

168Fitchow   [To TRIEDWELL]   Sir, how d’ye?
HOWDEE enters.

169HowdeeMadam?

170FitchowNot you, sir.*

171Triedwell   [Aside]   I would I had not seen, at least not heard*, her,
        In all so contrary to all opinion.

172FitchowYou are not well, sir?

173Triedwell   [Aside]   They said she was old, unhandsome, and uncivil,
        Froward and full of womanish distemper.
        She’s none of these, but opposite in all.


175Triedwell   [Aside]   My witty purpose was to save my friend
        From such a hazard and to loath her so
        That I might make her loathsome to his fancy;
        But I myself am fal’n into that hazard.
        To wrong my friend? To burn in lawless love?
        Which? Oh, that prayers or penance may remove.[TRIEDWELL starts to leave the stage.]

176FitchowYou are not going, sir?

177TriedwellI beg your pardon . . .   [Aside, continuing to leave and muttering to himself]*   dare not look upon you —[TRIEDWELL] ex[its].

178Fitchow   [Aside]   Gone in a dream!   [To HOWDEE?]   Well, I perceive this juggling.
        This strain was only to explore the strength
        Of my affection to my luckless knight.
        For which, if both their cunnings I not fit,
        Let me be called the barren wife of wit*.[FITCHOW and HOWDEE exit.]

Edited by Julie Sanders