ACT THREE*
3.1
[Enter] QUICKSANDS, BUZZARD [and] MADGE.

413QuicksandsOut of my doors, pernicious knave and harlot!
        Avaunt, I say.

414BuzzardGood master—

415MadgePray your* worship—

416QuicksandsYou have all the wages you are like to have.

417BuzzardNay, I dare take your word for that: you’ll keep
        All moneys fast enough whose e’er it be*,
        If you but gripe it once.

418QuicksandsI am undone,
        And shamed for ever by your negligence,
        Or malice rather: for how can it be
        She could depart my house without your knowledge*?

419BuzzardThat cursed mistress that ever she came here!
        If I know of her flight, sir, may these hands
        Never be held up, but to curse you only,
        If you cashier me thus: because you have lost
        Your wife before she was well found*, must we
        Poor innocents be guilty?

420MadgeFor my part,
        Or aught I know, she may as well be gone
        Out o’the chimney top as out o’door.

421QuicksandsThe door must be your way; and find her out,
        Or never find my door again. Be gone.

422Buzzard and MadgeO, you are a cruel master.[BUZZARD and MADGE] exit.

423QuicksandsSo, so, so.
        These cries are laughter to me, ha, ha, ha!
        I will be master of my invention once,
        And now be bold to see how rich I am
        In my concealed wealth. Come, precious mark*
        Of beauty and perfection, at which Envy
Enter MILLICENT.
        And Lust aim all their rankling poisonous arrows*.
        But I’ll provide they ne’er shall touch thy blood.

424MillicentWhat, are your servants gone?

425QuicksandsTurned, turned away,
        With blame enough for thy supposed escape:
        Which they will rumour so to my disgrace
        Abroad, that all my envious adversaries
        Will, betwixt joy of my conceived misfortune
        In thy dear loss, and their vain hopes to find thee,
        Run frantic through the streets, while we at home
        Sit safe, and laugh at their defeated malice.

426MillicentBut now for my disguise.

427QuicksandsAye, that, that, that.
        Be but so good and gentle to thyself
        To hear me, and be ruled by me in that.
        A queen's felicity falls short of thine.
        I’ll make thee mistress of a mine of treasure,
        Give me but peace the way that I desire it—

428Millicent   [Aside]   Some horrible shape sure that he conjures so.

429Quicksands— That I may fool iniquity, and triumph
        Over the lustful stallions of our time;
        'Bed-bounders', and 'leap-ladies'*, as they term ’em,
        'Mount-mistresses'*, diseases shackle* ’em,
        And spitals pick their bones.

430MillicentCome to the point. What’s the disguise, I pray you?

431QuicksandsFirst know, my sweet, it was the quaint device*
        Of a Venetian merchant, which I learnt
        In my young factorship*.

432MillicentThat of the moor?
        The blackamoor* you spake of? Would you make
        An negro of me?

433QuicksandsYou have passed your word*,
        That if I urge not to infringe your vow
        For keeping this month your virginity,
        You’ll wear what shape I please. Now this shall both
        Kill vain attempts in me, and guard you safe
        From all that seek subversion of your honour.
        I’ll fear no powdered spirits* to haunt my house,
        Rose-footed fiends, or fumigated goblins
        After this tincture’s laid upon thy face,
        ’Twill cool their kidneys* and allay their heats.
[QUICKSANDS shows MILLICENT] a box of black painting.*

434MillicentBless me! you fright me, sir. Can jealousy
        Creep into such a shape?* Would you blot out
        Heaven’s workmanship?

435QuicksandsWhy, thinkst thou, fearful beauty,
        Has heaven no part in Egypt? Pray thee tell me,
        Is not an Ethiop’s face his workmanship
        As well as the fair’st lady's? nay, more too
        Than hers, that daubs and makes adulterate beauty?
        Some can be pleased to lie in oils and paste
        At sin’s appointment*, which is thrice more wicked.
        This, which is sacred, is for sin’s prevention.
        Illustrious persons, nay, even queens* themselves
        Have, for the glory of a night’s presentment,
        To grace the work, suffered as much as this.

436MillicentEnough, sir, I am obedient.

437QuicksandsNow I thank thee.
        Be fearless, love; this alters not thy beauty,
        Though, for a time, obscures it from our eyes.
        Thou mayst be white* at pleasure; like the sun*,
        Thou dost but case thy splendour in a cloud*,
        To make the beam more precious when* it shines.
        In stormy troubled weather no sun’s seen
        Sometimes a month together: ’Tis thy case now.
        But let the roaring tempest once be over,
        Shine out again and spare not*.

438MillicentThere’s some comfort.

439QuicksandsTake pleasure in the scent first*; smell to’t fearlessly,
        And taste my care in that, how comfortable
        ’Tis to the nostril, and no foe to feature*.
[QUICKSANDS] begins to paint her..
        Now red and white, those two united houses*
        Whence beauty takes her fair name and descent,
        Like peaceful sisters under one roof dwelling,
        For a small time farewell Oh let me kiss ye*
        Before I part with you— now, jewels, up
        Into your ebon casket. And those eyes,
        Those sparkling eyes, that send forth modest anger
        To singe the hand of so unkind a painter,
        And make me pull’t away and spoil my work,
        They will look straight like diamonds, set in lead*,
        That yet retain their virtue and their value.
        What murder have I done upon a cheek there!
        But there’s no pitying: ’Tis for peace and honour;
        And pleasure must give way. Hold, take the tincture,
        And perfect what’s amiss now by your glass*.

440MillicentSome humbler habit must be thought on too.

441QuicksandsPlease your own fancy. Take my keys of all;
        In my pawn wardrobe* you shall find to fit you.

442MillicentAnd though I outwardly appear your drudge,
        ’Tis fit I have a maid for private service*:
        My breeding has not been to serve myself.

443QuicksandsTrust to my care for that. One knocks*. In; in.[MILLICENT] exits [carrying the box].
Enter PHILLIS like a cook-maid*.

        Is it to me your business?

444PhillisYea, if you
        Be Master Quicksands, sir, the master's worship*
        Here o’the house.

445QuicksandsI am so. What’s your business?

446Phillis’Tis upon that, sir, I would speak sir, hoping
        That you will pardon my presumptuousness,
        I am a mawther* that do lack a service*.

447QuicksandsYou have said enough. I’ll entertain no mothers.
        A good maidservant, knew I where to find one.

448PhillisHe is a knave, and like your worship*, that
        Dares say I am no maid; and for a servant,
        It ill becomes poor folks to praise themselves,
        But, I were* held a tidy one at home.

449QuicksandsOh! Th’art a Norfolk woman, cry thee mercy*,
        Where maids are mawthers, and mawthers are maids.

450PhillisI have friends i’th’ city that will pass their words
        For my good bearing.

451QuicksandsHast thou?

452PhillisYes indeed, sir.
        I have a cousin that is a retorney*
        Of Lyon’s Inn*, that will not see me wronged;
        And an old aunt in Muggle Street*, a midwife,
        That knows what’s what as well’s* another woman.

453QuicksandsBut whereabout in Norfolk wert thou bred?

454PhillisAt Thripperstown*, sir, near the city of Norwich.

455QuicksandsWhere they live much by spinning with the rocks*?

456PhillisThripping*, they call it, sir.

457QuicksandsDost thou not know one Hulverhead*, that keeps
        An innocent in’s house?

458PhillisThere are but few innocents i’the country, sir.
        They are given too much to law for that. What should
        That Hulverhead be? A councillor, sir?

459QuicksandsNo, a husbandman.

460PhillisTruly I know none.

461Quicksands   [Aside]   I am glad she does not.   [Aloud]   How knew’st thou I wanted
        A servant?

462PhillisAt an old wives house in Bow Lane*
        That places servants, where a maid came in*
        You put away to day.

463QuicksandsAh*, and what said she?

464PhillisTruly, to speak the best and worst, forsooth,
        She said her fault deserved her punishment
        For letting of her mistress run away.

465Quicksands   [Aside]   The news goes current. I am glad o’that.

466PhillisAnd that you were a very strict hard man,
        But very just in all your promises.
        And such a master would I serve to choose*.

467Quicksands   [Aside]   This innocent country mawther takes me*.
        Her looks speak wholesomeness; and that old woman,
        That Bow-lane purveyor, hath fitted me
        With serviceable ware these dozen years.
        I’ll keep her at the least this gander-month*,
        While my fair wife lies in of* her black face
        And virgin vow, in hope she’s for my turn.
        Lust, when it is restrained, the more ’twill burn.

468PhillisMay I make bold to crave your answer, sir?

469QuicksandsCome in, I’ll talk with you.[QUICKSANDS] exits.

470PhillisProsper now my plot,
        And hulk*, thou art twixt wind and water* shot.[PHILLIS] exits.

3.2
[Enter] NATHANIEL, VINCENT, EDMUND, [and] BUZZARD [into the Devil Tavern*. Enter BOY].

471BoyY’are welcome, gentlemen.

472NathanielLet’s ha’ good wine, boy, that must be our welcome.

473BoyYou shall, you shall sir.

474[A drinker, within]*Ambrose, Ambrose!

475BoyHere, here, anon, anon, by and by, I come, I come.[The BOY] exits.

476[A drinker, within]*Jerome, Jerome, draw a quart of the best canary into the Apollo.*

477BuzzardThis is a language that I have not heard. You understand it, gentlemen.

478VincentSo shall you anon, master Buzzard.

479BuzzardYour friend and Jonathan Buzzard*, kind gentlemen.

480NathanielWhat excellent luck had we, friend Buzzard, to meet with thee, just as thy master cast thee off.

481BuzzardJust, sir, as I was going I know not whither: And now I am arrived at just I know not where. ’Tis a rich room, this. Is it not Goldsmiths’ Hall*?

482NathanielIt is a tavern, man! And here comes the wine.
Enter BOY* with [a jug of] wine [and some drinking vessels. The BOY pours wine for them all].

Fill, boy— and here’s to thee, friend, a hearty draft to cheer thee.
[NATHANIEL drinks to BUZZARD*.]

Fill again boy— There, drink it off.

483EdmundOff with it man— hang sorrow, cheer thy heart.
[BUZZARD drinks to NATHANIEL.]

484BuzzardAnd truly ’tis the best cheer that e’er I tasted.

485VincentCome, taste it better, here’s another to thee.
[BUZZARD's cup is refilled. BUZZARD and VINCENT drink to each other.]

486BuzzardAnd truly this was better than the first.

487EdmundThen try a third. That may be best of all.
[BUZZARD's cup is refilled again. BUZZARD and EDMUND drink to each other.]

488BuzzardAnd truly, so it is— how many sorts of wine* may a vintner bring in one pot together?

489NathanielBy Bacchus*, Mr. Buzzard, that’s a subtle question.

490BuzzardBacchus! Who’s that, I pray?

491VincentA great friend of the vintners, and Master of their Company.

492BuzzardI was never in all my life so far in a tavern before. What comforts have I lost!

493Edmund   [Aside]   Now he begins to talk.

494BuzzardNor ever was, in all my two and twenty years under that Babylonian* tyrant Quicksands, so far as a vintner’s bar but thrice.

495NathanielBut thrice in all that time?

496BuzzardTruly, but thrice, sir. And the first time was to fetch a gill of sack for my master, to make a friend of his drink, that joined with him in a purchase of sixteen thousand pound*.

497VincentAye, there was thrift. More wine boy. A pottle and a beer bowl*.
[The BOY brings a heavy jug of wine, and a very large cup. The BOY exits.]

498BuzzardThe second time was for a penny pot of muscadine, which he drank all himself with an egg* upon his wedding morning.

499NathanielAnd to much purpose, it seemed, by his wife’s running away.

500BuzzardThe third and last time was for half a pint of sack upon his wedding night, of later memory*; and I shall ne’er forget it, that riotous wedding night: when Hell broke loose, and all the devils danced at our house, which made my master mad, whose raving made my mistress run away, whose running away was the cause of my turning away*. O me, poor masterless wretch that I am— O!

501NathanielHang thy master. Here’s a full bowl to his confusion.
[NATHANIEL gives BUZZARD the very large cup. BUZZARD drinks.]

502BuzzardI thank you. Let it come, sir, ha, ha, ha*.

503VincentThink no more of masters, friends are better than masters.

504BuzzardAnd you are all my friends, kind gentlemen, I found it before in your money when my master, whose confusion I have drunk, took your mortgages; and now I find it in your wine. I thank you kind gentlemen still. O how I love kind gentlemen.

505NathanielThat shows thou art of gentle blood thy self, friend Buzzard.

506BuzzardYes friend— shall I call you friend?

507AllBy all means, all of us.

508BuzzardWhy then, all friends, I am a gentleman, though spoiled i’the breeding*. The Buzzards* are all gentlemen. We came in with the Conqueror*. Our name (as the French has it) is Beau-desert*; which signifies— friends, what does it signify?

509VincentIt signifies that you deserved fairly at your master’s hands, like a gentleman, and a Buzzard as you were, and he turned you away most beastly like a swine as he is. And now here is a health to him that first finds his wife, and sends her home with a bouncing boy in her belly for him to father.
[Everyone drinks.]

510BuzzardHa, ha, ha! I’ll pledge that: and then I’ll tell you a secret.

511NathanielWell said, friend; up with that, and then out with thy secret.

512BuzzardI will, friend.
[BUZZARD drinks.]

And tother two friends, here’s upon the same.
[BUZZARD drinks again.]

513EdmundI hope he will show us a way, out of the bottom of his bowl, to find his mistress.

514VincentThis fellow was happily found.

515Buzzard   (hiccup)*.   This was an excellent draught.

516NathanielBut the secret, friend, out with that, you must keep no secrets amongst friends.

517BuzzardIt might prove a shrewd matter against my mischievous master, as it may be handled.

518NathanielHang him, cullion, that would turn thee away. We’ll help thee to handle it, fear it not.

519BuzzardHark you then all friends. Shall I out with it?

520VincentWhat else?

521BuzzardI’ll first take tother cup, and then out with’t altogether—
[BUZZARD drinks.]

And now it comes—

   (hiccup)*   If my mistress do bring him home a bastard, she’s but even with him.

522NathanielHe has one, I warrant! Has he, cadzooks?

523BuzzardThat he has, by this most delicate drink. But it is the arsy-versiest oaf that ever crept into the world. Sure, some goblin* got it for him; or changed it in the nest, that’s certain.

524NathanielI vow thou utterest brave things. Is’t a boy?

525BuzzardIt has gone for a boy in short coats and long coats* this seven and twenty years.

526EdmundAn idiot, is it?

527BuzzardYes. A very natural; and goes a thissen*; and looks as old as I do too. And I think if my beard were off, I could be like him: I have taken great pains to practise his speech and action to make myself merry with him in the country.

528NathanielWhere is he kept, friend, where is he kept?

529BuzzardIn the further side of Norfolk, where you must never see him. ’Tis now a dozen years since his father saw him, and then he compounded for* a sum of money with an old man, one Hulverhead, to keep him for his lifetime; and he never to hear of him. But I saw him within these three months. We hearken after him, as land-sick* heirs do after their fathers, in hope to hear of his end at last.

530VincentBut hark you, friend, if your beard were off, could you be like him, think you? What if you cut it off, and to him for a father*?

531Nathaniel   [Aside to VINCENT]   Pray thee hold thy peace*.

532BuzzardMy beard, friend, no: My beard’s my honour*. Hair is an ornament of honour upon man — or woman*.

533NathanielCome, come; I know what we will do with him. Mun, knock him down with the other* cup.
[EDMUND refills BUZZARD's cup. BUZZARD drinks.]

We’ll lay him to sleep; but yet watch and keep him betwixt hawk and buzzard* as he is, till we make excellent sport* with him.

534BuzzardHey ho! I am very sleepy*.

535NathanielSee, he jouks* already.
[Enter BOY.]

Boy, show us a private room.

536BoyThis way, gentlemen.

537Buzzard   (sings)    Down Plumpton-park*...   Etcetera.   
They lead BUZZARD out, and he sings. [All exit.]
3.3
[Enter] LUCY [and] THEOPHILUS.

538LucyIndeed you were unkind to turn away
        My maid, poor harmless maid, whose innocent mirth
        Was the best cheer your house afforded me.

539TheophilusI am sorry sister, trust me, truly sorry,
        And knew I which way to recover her,
        With my best care I would. Yet, give me leave,
        I saw her overbold; and overheard her
        Say, she foresaw that Arthur my sole enemy
        Should be your husband. I’ll marry you to death* first.

540LucyNow you fly out again.

541TheophilusYour pardon again, sister,*,
        And for your satisfaction I will strive
        To oversway my passion.
Enter ARNOLD.
        How now, Arnold!
        Methinks I read good news upon thy face.

542ArnoldThe best, sir, I can tell is, the old jew*
        Quicksands has lost his wife.

543TheophilusShe is not dead!

544Arnold’Tis not so well for him: for if she were,
        He then might overtake her* though she were
        Gone to the devil. But she’s run away:
        But to what corner of the earth, or under
        Whose bed to find her is not to be thought.
        It has raised such a laughter in the town
        Among the gallants!

545TheophilusAnd do you laugh too?*

546ArnoldYes; and if you do not outlaugh all men
        That hear the joyful news, ’tis too good for you.

547TheophilusI am too merciful, I kill thee not.
        Out of my doors, thou villain, reprobate.
[THEOPHILUS] beats ARNOLD.

548ArnoldHold, pray sir, hold!

549TheophilusNever while I have power to lift a hand
        Against thee, mischievous villain.

550LucyIs not this passion, brother?

551TheophilusForbear, sister.
        This is a cause turns patience into fury.

552LucyArnold, forbear his sight.

553TheophilusAnd my house too.
        Or villain, look to die, oft as I see thee.THEOPHILUS and LUCY exit.

554ArnoldTurned out o’doors! A dainty frantic humour
        In a young master! Good enough for me though;
        Because ’tis proper to old servingmen
        To be so served. What course now must I take?
        I am too old to seek out a new master.
        I will not beg, because I’ll cross the proverb*
        That runs upon old serving-creatures; stealing
        I have no mind to: ’tis a hanging matter.
        Wit and invention help me with some shift
        To help a cast-off now at a dead lift*.
        Sweet Fortune, hear my suit.
[ARNOLD] kneels. Enter NATHANIEL, VINCENT, and EDMUND.

555NathanielWhy how now, Arnold! What, at thy devotion?

556ArnoldI’ll tell you in your ear, sir, I dare trust you.
NATHANIEL and ARNOLD whisper.*

557VincentCould earthly man have dreamt this rascal Quicksands,
        Whose lechery, to all our thinking, was
        Nothing but greedy avarice and cozenage,
        Could have been all this while a concealed whore-master*?
        To have a bastard of so many years
        Nursled i’th’ country?

558EdmundNote the punishments
        That haunt the miscreant for his black misdeeds:
        That his base offspring proves a natural idiot;
        Next that his wife, by whom he might had* comfort
        In progeny, though of some other’s getting*,
        Should with her light heels make him heavy-headed*
        By running of her country! And lastly that
        The blinded wretch should cast his servant off,
        Who was the cover of his villainy,
        To show us, that can have no mercy on him,
        The way to plague him.

559VincentHa, ha, ha—

560EdmundWhat dost laugh at?*

561VincentTo think how nimble the poor Buzzard* is
        To be revenged on’s master; how he has shaped himself,
        Cut off his beard, and practised all the postures
        To act the changeling bastard.

562EdmundCould we light
        Upon some quaint old fellow now, could match him*
        To play the clown that brings him up to town,
        Our company were full, and we were ready
        To put our project into present action.

563NathanielGentlemen, we are fitted: take this man w’ye;
        He is the only man I would have sought
        To give our project life. I’ll trust thee, Arnold,
        And trust thou me, thou shalt get pieces by’t;
        Besides, I’ll piece thee to thy master again.

564ArnoldThat clinches, sir.

565NathanielGo, follow your directions.

566VincentCome away then.VINCENT, EDMUND, and ARNOLD exit.

567NathanielSweet mirth, thou art my mistress. I could serve thee,
        And shake the thought off of all womankind,
        But that old wonts are hardly left. A man
        That’s entered in his youth, and throughly salted
        In documents of women, hardly leaves
        While reins or brains will last him: ’Tis my case.
        Yet mirth, when women fail, brings sweet encounters
        That tickle upon a man above their sphere*:
        They dull*, but mirth revives a man—who’s here?
Enter ARTHUR.
        The solitary musing man, called Arthur,
        Possessed with serious vanity; mirth to me!
        The world is full: I cannot peep my head forth
        But I meet mirth in every corner: Ha!
        Sure some old runt with a splay-foot has crossed him!
           [To ARTHUR]   Hold up thy head man; what dost seek? thy grave?
        I would scarce trust you with a piece of earth
        You would choose to lie in, though, if some plump mistress
        Or a deft lass were set before your search.

568Arthur   [Aside]   How vainly this man talks!

569NathanielGid ye good den* forsooth.
        'How vainly this man talks!' speak but truth now,
        Does not thy thought now run upon a wench?
        I never looked so but mine stood that way*.

570Arthur’Tis all your glory, that; and to make boast
        Of the variety that serves your lust:
        Yet not to know what woman you love best.

571NathanielNot I, cadzooks, but all alike to me,
        Since I put off my wench I kept at livery*:
        But of their use I think I have had my share,
        And have loved every one best of living women;
        A dead one I ne'er coveted, that’s my comfort;
        But of all ages that are pressable*
        From sixteen unto sixty, and of all complexions
        From the white flaxen* to the tawny-moor*;
        And of all statures between dwarf and giantess*;
        Of all conditions, from the doxy to the dowsabel*;
        Of all opinions, I will not say religions*
        (For what make they with any?*); and of all
        Features and shapes, from the huckle-backed bum-creeper,
        To the straight spiny shop-maid in St. Martin’s*.
        Briefly, all sorts and sizes I have tasted.

572ArthurAnd thinkst thou hast done well* in’t?

573NathanielAs well as I could with the worst of ’em* though I say it*.
        Few men come after me that mend my work*.

574ArthurBut thou ne’er thinkst of punishments to come;
        Thou dream’st not of diseases, poverty,
        The loss of sense or member*, or the cross
        Common to such loose livers, an ill marriage;
        A hell on earth to scourge thy conscience.

575NathanielYes, when I marry, let me have a wife
        To have no mercy on me; let the fate
        Of a stale doting* bachelor* fall upon me.
        Let me have Quicksands’ curse, to take a wife
        Will run away next day, and prostitute
        Herself to all the world before her husband.

576ArthurNay, that will be too good: If I foresee
        Any thing in thy marriage destiny,
        ’Twill be to take a thing that has been common*
        To th’world before, and live with thee perforce
        To thy perpetual torment.

577NathanielClose that point.
        I cannot marry. Will you be merry, Arthur?
        I have such things to tell thee.

578ArthurNo, I cannot.

579NathanielPray thee, come closer to me. What has crossed thee?
        Is thy supposed slain father come again,
        To dispossess thee for another lifetime?
        Or has thy valiant sister beaten thee? Tell me.
        It shall go no further.

580ArthurLet your valiant wit
        And jocund humor be supposed no warrant*
        For you t’abuse your friends by.

581NathanielWhy didst tell me of marrying then? But I
        Have done. And now, pray speak what troubles you.

582ArthurI care not if I do, for ’twill be town talk*.
        My sister, on a private discontent
        Betwixt herself and me, hath left my house.

583NathanielGone quite away?

584ArthurYes. And I know not whither.

585NathanielBeyond sea sure to fight with th’air, that took
        Her father’s last breath into’t. Went she alone?

586ArthurNo, no. My man’s gone with her.

587NathanielWho, the fellow
        That brags on’s back* so, the stiff strong-chined* rascal?

588ArthurEven he.

589NathanielThe devil is in these young tits*,
        And wildfire in their cruppers*.

590ArthurLet me charm you,
        By all our friendship, you nor speak nor hear
        An ill construction of her act in this.
        I know her thoughts are noble; and my woe
        Is swoll’n unto that fullness, that th’addition
        But of word in scorn would blow me up
        Into a cloud of wild distempered fury*
        Over the heads of all whose looser breath
        Dare raise a wind to break me. Then I fall
        A sudden storm of ruin on you all.[ARTHUR] exits.

591NathanielI know not how to laugh at this, it comes
        So near my pity*. But I’ll to my grigs
        Again, and there will find new mirth to stretch
        And laugh, like tickled wenches, hand o’er head.[NATHANIEL] exits.

Edited by Matthew Steggle