Act 5. Scene I.
Ioyleſſe: with a light in his hand.
Ioy.DIana! ho
! where are you? ſhe is loſt.
Here is no further paſſage. All’s made faſt.
This was the Bawdy way, by which ſhe ſcap’d
My narrow watching. Have you privy poſternes
Behind the hangings in your ſtrangers Chambers?
She’s loſt from me, for ever. Why then ſeek I?
O my dull eyes, to let her ſlip ſo from yee,
To let her have her luſtfull will upon me!
Is this the Hoſpitality of Lords?
Why, rather, if he did intend my ſhame,
And her diſhonour, did he not betray me
From her out of his houſe, to travaile in
The bare ſuſpition of their filthineſſe;
But hold me a noſe-witneſſe to its rankneſſe?
No: This is ſure the Lordlier way; and makes
The act more glorious in my ſufferings. O――
May my hot curſes on their melting pleaſures,
Cement them ſo together in their luſt,
That they may never part, but grow one monſter.
Act 5. Scene 2.
Enter Barbara.
Bar.Good gentleman! he is at his prayers now,
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The Antipodes.
For his mad ſonnes good night-worke with his bride.
Well fare your heart Sir; you have pray’d to purpoſe;
But not all night I hope. Yet ſure he has,
He looks ſo wild for lacke of ſleepe. Y’are happy ſir.
Your prayers are heard, no doubt, for I’m perſwaded
You have a childe got you to-night.
Bar.I cannot ſay how farre.
Not fathome deepe I thinke. But to the ſcantling
Of a Child-getting, I dare well imagine.
For which, as you have pray’d, forget not ſir
To thanke the Lord oth’ houſe.
A child? why I am none of his great Lordſhips tenants,
Nor of his followers, to keepe his Baſtards.
Bar.I ſhould goe tell my Lord
The newes
: he longs to know how things doe paſſe.
Ioy.Tell him I take it well; and thanke him.
I did before deſpaire of Children I.
But ile goe wi’yee, and thanke him.
Has madded him: Here’s more worke for the Doctor.
Ioy.But tell me firſt: were you their Bawd that ſpeak this?
Bar.What meane you with that Dagger?
But play with’t. Did you ſee the paſſages
Of things? I aſke, were you their Bawd?
I truſt ſhe is no Bawd, that ſees, and helpes
(If need require) an ignorant lawfull paire
Ioy.Lords actions all are lawfull.
Bar.Theſe old folkes love to heare.
Ile tell you ſir—and yet
I will not neither.
Ioy.Nay, pray thee out with’t.
Bar.Sir, they went to bed.
Bar.On? they were off ſir yet;
And yet a good while after. They were both
So ſimple, that they knew not what, nor how.
For ſhe’s ſir, a pure maid.
Ioy.Who doſt thou ſpeake of?
K 2Bar,
The Antipodes.
Bar.Ile ſpeake no more, leſſe you can looke more tamely.
Ioy.Goe bring me to ’hem then. Bawd will you goe?
Act 5. Scene 3.
Enter Byplay and holds Ioyleſſe.
Byp.What aile you ſir: why Bawd? whoſe Bawd is ſhe?
Ioy.Your Lords Bawd, and my wives.
Suppoſe your wiſe be miſſing at your Chamber,
And my
Lord too at his, they may be honeſt:
If not, what’s that to her, or you
I pray,
Here in my Lords owne houſe?
Ioy.Brave, brave, and monſtrous!
Byp.Shee has not ſeene them.
I heard all your talke.
The Child ſhe intimated, is your grandchild
In
poſſe ſir, and of your ſonnes begetting.
Bar.I, ile be ſworne
I meant, and ſaid ſo too?
Byp.I can give no account,
If ſhe be with my Lord
I dare not trouble ’hem.
Nor muſt you offer at it: no nor ſtab your ſelfe.
Byp. takes a-
But come with me: ile counſell, or, at leaſt,
way his dagger.
Governe you better: Shee may be, perhaps
About the Bride-chamber, to heare ſome ſport;
For you can make her none; ’laſſe good old man.
Ioy.J’me moſt inſufferably abus’d.
The killing of your ſelfe may do’t; and that
J would forbeare, becauſe, perhaps ’twould pleaſe her.
Ioy.
Jf fire, or water, poyſon, cord, or ſteele,
Or any meanes be found to do it: ile doe it;
Not to pleaſe her, but rid me of my torment.
Ex. Joy, and
Byp.J have more care and charge of you than ſo.
Byp.
Bar.What an old deſperate man is this, to make
Away your ſelfe for feare of being a Cuckold!
Jf every man that is, or that but knowes
Himſelfe to be oth’ order, ſhould doe ſo,
How many deſolate widowes would here be,
They are not all of that minde. Here’s my huſband.
Act 5. Scene 4.
Ent. Blaze with a habit in his hand.
[K 2v]Bar.
The Antipodes.
Bar.Looke well. How thinkſt thou
Tony?
Haſt not thou neither ſlept to-night?
I lay with the Butler. Who was thy bed-fellow?
Bar.You know I was appoynted to ſit up.
Bla.Yes, with the Doctor in the Bride-chamber.
But had you two no waggery? Ha
!
Bla.Nay facks I am
not jealous:
Thou knowſt I was cur’d long ſince, and how.
I jealous
! I an aſſe. A man ſha’n’t aſke
His wife ſhortly how ſuch a gentleman does?
Or how ſuch a gentleman did? or which did beſt?
But ſhe muſt thinke him jealous.
If I were now to dye on’t, nor the Doctor,
Nor I came in a bed to night: I meane
Bla.Within, or without, or over, or under,
I have no time to thinke o’ ſuch poore things.
Bar.What’s that thou carrieſt
Tony?
Bar.A ſhape? what ſhape I prethee
Tony?
Bla.Thou’lt ſee me in’t anon; but ſhalt not know me
From the ſtarkſt foole ith’ Towne. And I muſt dance
Bar.WilI here be Dancing
Tony?
Bla.Yes
Bab. My Lord gave order for’t laſt night.
It ſhould ha’bin ith’ Play: But becauſe that
Was broke off, he will ha’t to day.
I did not ſee thee act ith’ Play.
I did though
Bab, two Mutes.
Bar.What in thoſe Breeches?
Bla.Fie foole, thou underſtandſt not what a Mute is.
A Mute is a dumbe Speaker in the Play.
Bar.Dumbe Speaker! that’s a Bull. Thou wert the Bull
Then, in the Play. Would I had ſeene thee rore.
Bla.That’s a Bull too, as wiſe as you are
Bab.
A Mute is one that acteth ſpeakingly,
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The Antipodes.
And yet ſayes nothing. I did two of them.
The Sage Man-midwife, and the Baſket-maker.
Bar.Well
Tony, I will ſee thee in this thing.
Come in, and help me on with’t in our Tyring-houſe.
And helpe the Gentlemen, my fellow dancers,
And thou ſhalt then ſee all our things, and all
Our properties and practice to the Muſicke.
Bar.O
Tony come, I long to be at that.
Exeunt.
Act. 5. Scene 2.
Letoy, and Diana.
Dia.My Lord, your ſtrength and violence prevaile not.
There is a Providence above my vertue,
That guards me from the fury of your luſt.
Let.Yet, yet, I prethee yield. Is it my perſon
That thou deſpiſeſt? See, here’s wealthy treaſure,
a table ſet
Jewells, that
Cleopatra would have left
forth, covered
Her
Marcus for.
with treaſure.
Dia.My Lord tis poſſible,
That ſhe who leaves a huſband, may be bought
Out of a ſecond friendſhip.
Made ſuch an offer, he had done no Rape,
For
Lucrece had conſented, ſav’d her owne,
And all thoſe lives that followed in her cauſe.
Dia.Yet then ſhe had beene a loſer.
Mammon, nor
Pluto’s ſelfe ſhould over-bid me,
For il’d give all. Firſt, let me raine a ſhowre,
To out-vie that which overwhelmed
Danaë;
And after that another; a full river
Shall from my cheſts perpetually flow
Dia.I have not much lov’d wealth,
But have not loath’d the ſight of it, till now,
That you have ſoyld it with that foule opinion
Of being the price of vertue. Though the Metall
Be pure, and innocent in it ſelfe; ſuch uſe
Of it is odious, indeed damnable,
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The Antipodes.
Both to the ſeller, and the purchaſer:
Pitty it ſhould be ſo abus’d. It beares
A ſtampe upon’t, which but to clip is treaſon.
Tis ill us’d there, where Law the life controules;
Worſe, where tis made a ſalary for ſoules.
Let.Deny’ſt thou wealth? wilt thou have pleaſure then
Given, and ta’ne freely, without all condition?
Ile give thee ſuch, as ſhall (if not exceed)
Be at the leaſt, comparative with thoſe,
Which
Iupiter got the Demy-gods with; and
Gloſe o’re and gild the vice, which you call pleaſure,
With god-like attributes; when it is, at beſt
A ſenſuality, ſo farre below
Diſhonourable, that it is meere beaſtly;
Which reaſon ought to abhorre; and I deteſt it,
More than your former hated offers.
Wilt thou have honour! Ile come cloſer to thee;
(For now the Flames of Love grow higher in me,
And I muſt periſh in them, or enjoy thee)
Suppoſe I finde by Power, or Law, or both,
A meanes to make thee mine, by freeing
Thee from thy preſent huſband.
Now ſhould I utter volumes of perſwaſions;
Lay the whole world of Riches, pleaſures, honours,
Before me in full grant, that one, laſt word
Huſband, and from your owne mouth ſpoke, confutes
And vilifies even all. The very name
Of huſband, rightly weigh’d, and well remembred,
Without more Law or diſcipline, is enough
To governe woman-kinde in due obedience;
Maſter all looſe affections, and remove
Thoſe Idolls, which too much, too many love;
And you have ſet before me, to beguile
Me of the faith I owe him. But, remember
You grant I have a huſband; urge no more,
I ſeek his love. Tis fit he loves no whore.
[K 4]Let.
The Antipodes.
Let.This is not yet the way. You have ſeene Lady,
My ardent love, which you doe ſeeme to ſlight,
Though to my death, pretending zeale to your huſband.
My perſon, nor my proffers are ſo deſpicable,
But that they might (had I not vow’d affection
Intirely to your ſelfe) have met with th’ embraces
Of greater perſons, no leſſe faire, that can
Too, (if they pleaſe) put on Formality,
And talke in as divine a ſtraine, as you.
This is not earneſt, make my word but good,
Now with a ſmile, ile give thee a thouſand pound.
Looke o’ my face—Come—prithee looke and laugh not—
Yes, laugh, and dar’ſt—Dimple this cheek a little;
Dia.I pray forbeare my Lord:
I’me paſt a childe, and will be made no wanton.
Let.How can this be? ſo young? ſo vigorous?
And ſo devoted to an old mans bed
!
Dia.That is already anſwerd. He’s my huſband.
Let.Yes, but of better metall:
A jealous old man too, whoſe diſpoſition
Of injury to beauty, and young blood,
Cannot but kindle fire of juſt revenge
In you, if you be woman, to requite
With your owne pleaſure his unnaturall ſpight.
You cannot be worſe to him than he thinkes you,
Conſidering all the open ſcornes and jeeres
You caſt upon him, to a flat defiance;
Then the affronts I gave, to choake his anger:
And laſtly your ſtolne abſence from his chamber:
All which confirmes (we have as good as told him)
That he’s a Cuckold, yet you trifle time,
As ’twere not worth the doing.
Dare you boaſt honor, and be ſo ignoble?
Did not you warrant me upon that pawne
(Which can take up no mony) your blanck honour,
That you would cure his jealouſie, which affects him
Like a ſharpe ſore, if I to ripen it
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The Antipodes.
Would ſet that counterfeit face of ſcorne upon him,
Onely in ſhew of diſobedience, which
You wonne me to, upon your proteſtation,
To render me unſtain’d to his opinion,
And quit me of his jealouſie for ever.
Let.No: not unſtain’d by your leave, if you call
Unchaſtity a ſtaine. But for his yellows,
Let me but lye with you, and let him know it,
His jealouſie is gone, all doubts are clear d,
And for his love and good opinion,
He ſhall not dare deny’t. Come; be wiſe,
And this is all: all is as good as done
To him already: let’t be ſo with us;
And truſt to me, my power, and your owne,
To make all good with him—If not: Now marke,
To be reveng d for my loſt hopes (which yet
I pray thee ſave)
Ile put thee in his hands,
Now in his heat of fury; and not ſpare
To boaſt thou art my Proſtitute; and thruſt yee
Out of my gates, to try’t out by your ſelves.
Dia.this you may doe, and yet be ſtill a Lord;
This can
I beare, and ſtill be the ſame woman
!
I am not troubled now, your wooing oratory,
Your violent hands (made ſtronger by your luſt)
Your tempting gifts, and larger promiſes
Of honor and advancements were all frivolous;
But this laſt way of threats, ridiculous,
To a ſafe minde, that beares no guilty grudge:
My peace dwells here, while yonder ſits my judge.
And in that faith ile dye.
Act. 5. Sce
Let.She is invincible
!Ent. Ioyleſſe and Byplay.
Come ile relate you to your huſband.
Ile meet her with more joy then I receiv’d
Upon our marriage-day. My better ſoule.
Let me againe embrace thee.
Byp.Take your dudgeon Sir,
I ha done you ſimple ſervice.
My Lord, you have cur’d my jealouſie, I thanke you;
And more, your man for the diſcovery;
But moſt the conſtant meanes, my vertuous wife,
LYou
The Antipodes.
Your medicine my ſweet Lord.
I meane to give her ſir Now ſirrah, ſpeake.
Byp.I brought you to the ſtand from whence you ſaw
Ioy.Oh my deare, deare
Diana.
Byp.I ſeem d to doe it againſt my will, by which I gain’d
Your bribe of twenty peeces.
Byp.But I aſſure you, my Lord give me order,
To place you there, after it ſeemes he had
Well put her to’t within.
Ioy.Stay, ſtay, ſtay, ſtay;
Why may not this be then a counterfeit action,
Or a falſe miſt to blinde me with more error?
The ill I fear’d may have been done before,
And all this but deceit to dawbe it ore.
Dia.Doe you fall backe againe?
Ioy.Shugh, give me leave.
Byp.I muſt take charge
I ſee o’th’ dagger againe.
Let.Come
Ioyleſſe, I have pitty on thee; Heare me.
I ſwear upon mine honor ſhe is chaſt.
Ioy.Honor! an oath of glaſſe
!
I try’d and tempted her for mine owne ends,
Ioy.That’s eaſily beleev’d.
Let.And had ſhe yielded,
I not onely had
Rejected her (for it was ne’re my purpoſe,
(Heaven
I call thee to witneſſe) to commit
A ſinne with her) but layd a puniſhment
Upon her, greater then thou couldſt inflict.
Ioy.But how can this appeare?
Let.Doe you know your father Lady?
Dia.I hope I am ſo wiſe a childe.
Byp.Take your dagger Sir,
Let.Sirrah, dare you foole.
When I am ſerious? ſend in maſter
Truelocke.Exit Byp.
Dia.That is my fathers name.
Let.Sir I am neither conjurer nor witch,
But a great Fortune-teller, that you l find e,
You are happy in a wife ſir, happier――yes
Happier by a hundred thouſand pound,
Then you were yeſterday――
Ioy.So, ſo, now he’s mad.
Let.I meane in poſſibilities: provided that
You uſe her well, and never more be jealous.
[L 1v]Ioy.
The Antipodes.
Ioy.Muſt it come that way.
Let.Looke you this way ſir,
When
I ſpeake to you, ile croſſe your fortune elſe,
Would we were quickly out on’s fingers yet.
Let.When ſaw you your wives father? anſwer me?
Ioy.He came for London foure dayes before us.
Act. 5. Sc. 6.
Let.Tis poſſible he’s here then, doe you know him
Dia.O I am happy in his ſight. Deare ſir.
Enter Truelocke.
Let.Tis but ſo much knee-labour loſt, ſtand up,
ſhe kneeles.
True.You are well met, ſonne
Ioyleſſe.
Ioy.How have you beene conceald, and this houſe?
Tru.My good Lords pleaſure.
Let.know ſir, that J ſent for him, and for you,
Jnſtructing your friend
Blaze my inſtrument,
To draw you to my Doctor with your ſonne,
Your wife J knew muſt follow, what my end
Was in’t ſhall quickely be diſcover’d to you,
In a few words, of your ſuppoſed father.
Let.Yes, come maſter
Truelocke,
My conſtant friend of thirty yeares acquaintance,
Freely declare with your beſt knowledge now,
Tru.Your honor do’s as freely
Releaſe me of my vow, then in the ſecret
I lock d up in this breſt theſe ſaeventeene yeares
Since ſhe was three dayes old.
Let.True, maſter
Truelocke,
I doe releaſe you of your vow
: Now ſpeake.
Tru.Now ſhe is yours my Lord; your onely daughter,
And know you maſter
Ioyleſſe, for ſome reaſon
Knowne to my Lord; and large reward to me,
Shee has beene from the third day of her life
Reputed mine; and that ſo covertly,
That not her Lady mother, nor my wife
Knew to their deaths, the change of my dead infant,
Nor this ſweet Lady. tis moſt true we had
A truſty Nurſes help and ſecreſie,
Well paid for, in the carriage of our plot.
Let.Now ſhall you know what mov’d me fir. I was
A thing beyond a mad-man, like your ſelfe,
L 2Jealous,
The Antipodes.
Jealous; and had that ſtrong diſtruſt, and fancied
Such proofes unto my ſelfe againſt my wife,
That I conceiv’d the childe was not mine owne,
And ſcorn’d to father it; yet I gave to breed her
And marry her as the daughter of this gentleman
(Two thouſand pound I gueſſe you had with her)
But ſince your match, my wiſe upon her death-bed,
So clear’d her ſelfe of all my foule ſuſpitions,
(Bleſt be her memory) that J then reſolv’d
By ſome quaint way (for J am ſtill
Letoy)
To ſee and try her throughly; and ſo much
To make her mine, as I ſhould find her worthy.
And now thou art my daughter, and mine heire.
Provided ſtill (for
I am ſtill
Letoy)
You honourably love her, and defie
The Cuckold-making fiend foule jealouſie.
Joy.My Lord, tis not her birth and fortune, which
Do joyntly claime a priviledge to live
Above my reach of jealouſie, ſhall reſtraine
That paſſion in me, but her well tried vertue:
Jn the true faith of which J am confirmd,
Well ſaid. J hope thy ſon is cur’d by this too.
Acts 5. Sce. 7.
Now Miſtris
Blaze! here is a woman now!
Enter Barbara.
J cur’d her huſbands jealouſie, and twenty more
Jth’ Towne, by meanes
I and my Doctor wrought.
Bar.Truly my Lord, my huſband has tane bread
And drunke upon’t, that under heaven he thinkes,
You were the meanes to make me an honeſt woman,
Or (at the leaſt) him a contented man.
Bar.Yes,
I beleeve you have done
And if your husband, Lady, be cur’d, as he ſhould be;
And as all fooliſh jealous huſbands ought to be,
I know what was done firſt, if my Lord tooke
That courſe with you as me—――
Let.Prithee what camſt thou for?
Bar.My Lord to tell you, (As the Doctor tels me)
The Bride and Bridegroome, Both, are comming on,
[L 2v]The
The Antipodes.
The ſweetlieſt to their wits againe.
Bar.Now you are a happy man ſir; and I hope a quiet man.
Ioy.Full of content and joy.
Bar.Content! So was my huſband, when he knew
The worſt he could by his wife. Now youle live quiet Lady.
Let.Why flyeſt thou off, thus woman, from the ſubject
Bar.I beg your Honours pardon.
And now ile tell you. Be it by ſkill or chance,
Or both, was never ſuch a Cure, as is
Upon that couple: now they ſtrive which moſt
Let.Are they up, and ready?
Bar.Up! up, and ready to lye downe againe:
There is no ho with them;
They have bin in th’
Antipodes to ſome purpoſe;
And, now, are riſen, and return’d themſelves:
He’s her dear
Per, and ſhe is his ſweet
Mat.
His Kingſhip and her Queenſhip are forgotten.
And all their melancholly and his Travailes paſt,
And but ſuppos’d their dreams.
Bar.Now ſir, the Doctor, (for he is become
An utter ſtranger to your ſonne; and ſo
Are all about em) craves your preſence,
And ſuch as he’s acquainted with.
Bar.Daughter
! that’s the true trick
of all old whore-maſters, to call their wenches daughters.
Let.Has he knowne you friend
Trulock too?
True.Yes from his child-hood.
Let.Go, then, and poſſeſſe him
(Now, he is ſenſible) how things have gone; what Arte, what
meanes, what friends have bin imploy’d in his rare cure; and
win him, by degrees, to Senſe of where he is; bring him to me;
and I have yet an entertainment for him,
Of better Settle-braine, then Drunkards porridge,
To ſet him right. As I am true
Letoy,
I have one Toy left. Go, and go you, why ſtayſt thou?
Exe. Ioy.
Bar.If I had beene a Gentle-woman borne,
I ſhould have bin your daughter too my Lord.
L 3Bar.
The Antipodes.
Bar.Neat city-wives fleſh, yet may be as good,
As your courſe countrey gentlewomans blood.
Exit Bar.
Let.Goe with thy fleſh to Turn-bull ſhambles? Hoe
Act. 5. Sce. 8.
Ent. Quailpipe.
And dance I gave command for, are they ready?
Qua.All my good Lord: and (in good ſooth) I cannot enough
applaude your honours quaint conceit in the deſigne; ſo apt, ſo
regular, ſo pregnant, ſo acute, and ſo (withall) poetice legiti-
mate, as I may ſay juſtly with
Plautus―――
Let.Prithee ſay no more, but ſee upon my ſignall given, they
Qua.Nay not ſo well my exact Lord, but as they may, they
Let.I know no flatterer in my houſe but this,
But for his cuſtome I muſt beare with him.
’Sprecious they come already. Now beginne.
Act 5. Sce 9.
A ſolemne leſſon upon the Recorder’s. Ent. Truelocke, Ioyleſſe and
Diana, Peregrine and Martha, Doctor, and Barbara, Letoy meets
them. Truelocke preſents Peregrine and Martha to him, he ſalutes
them. They ſeeme to make ſome ſhort diſcourſe. Then Letoy appoints
them to ſit Peregrine ſeemes ſomthing amazed. The Muſicke ceaſes.
Let.Againe you are welcome ſir and welcome all.
Per.I am what you are pleas’d to make me; but withall, ſo ig-
norant of mine owne condition; whether I ſleepe, or wake, or
talke, or dreame; whether
I be, or be not; or if I am, whether I
doe, or doe not any thing: for I have had (if I now wake) ſuch
dreames, and been ſo far tranſported in a long and tedious voy-
age of ſleep, that I may fear my manners can acquire no welcome,
where men underſtand themſelves.
Let.This is Muſick, Sir, you are welcome; and I give full power
Unto your father, and my daughter here, your mother to make
you welcome.
Joyleſſe whiſpers Peregrine.
Per.How! your daughter ſir?
Doct.My Lord you’l put him backe againe, if you trouble his
braine with new diſcoveries.
Let.Fetch him you on againe then: pray are you
Letoyor I?
Joy.Indeed it is ſo ſonne.
Doct.I feare your ſhow will but perplex him too.
[L 3v]Let.
The Antipodes.
Let.I care not ſir, ile have it to delay your cure a while, that
he recover ſoundly. Come ſit again, again you are moſt welcome.
Act 5. Sce. I0.
A moſt untunable floriſh. Ent. Diſcord attended
by Folly, Iealouſie, Melancholy and madneſſe.
There’s an unwelcome gueſt; uncivill
Diſcord that traines
into my houſe her followers, Folly, and Jealouſie, Melancholy,
Bar.My huſband preſents jealouſie in the black
and yellow jaundied ſute there, halfe like man, and tother halfe
like woman with one horne, and aſſe-eare upon his head.
Let.Peace woman, marke what they doe: but but by the way,
conceive me this, but ſhew ſir, and deviſe.
Let.How goes he backe againe, now doctor? ſheugh.
Diſcord. Song in untunable notes.
Come forth my darlings, you that breed
The common ſtrifes that diſcord feed:
Come in the firſt place, my deare folly;
Iealouſie next, then Melancholy.
And laſt come Madneſſe, thou art hee
That bearſt th’ effects of all thoſe three,
Lend me your aydes, ſo diſcord ſhall you crowne,
And make this place a kingdome of our owne.
Act 5. Scene II.
They dance.
After a while they are broke off by a flouriſh, and the approach of
Harmony followed by Mercury, Cupid, Bacchus and Apollo.
Diſcord and her faction fall downe.
Let.See Harmony approaches, leading on,
Gainſt Diſcords factions feare great deities;
Mercury, Cupid, Bacchus, and
Apollo.
Wit againſt Folly, Love againſt Jealouſie,
Wine againſt Melancholly, and ’gainſt Madneſſe, Health.
Obſerve the matter and the Method.
Let.And how upon the approach of Harmony,
Diſcord and her diſorders are confounded.
Harmony. Song.
Come Wit, come Love, come Wine, come Health,
Mayntainers of my Common-wealth,
Tis you make Harmony compleate,
And from the Spheares (her proper ſeate)
You give her power to raigne on earth,
[L 4]Where
The Antipodes.
Where Diſcord claimes a right by birth.
Then let us revell it while we are here,
And keepe poſſeſſion of this Hemiſphere.
After a ſtraine or two, Diſcord cheares up her faction. They all
riſe, and mingle in the dance with Harmony and the reſt. Daunce.
Let.Note there how Diſcord cheares up her diſorders,
To mingle in defiance with the Vertues:
But ſoone they vaniſh; and the manſion quit
Ex. Diſcord.
Unto the Gods of health, love, wine, and wit,
Who triumph in their habitation new,
Which they have taken, and aſſigne to you;
In which they now ſalute you――Bids you bee
Salute Exe.
Of cheare; and for it, layes the charge on me.
And unto me y’are welcome, welcome all.
Meat, wine, and mirth ſhall flow, and what I ſee
Yet wanting in your cure, ſupplied ſhall be.
Per.Indeed I finde me well.
After a few ſuch nights more.
Good Madam, pardon errors of my tongue.
Dia.I am too happy made to thinke of wrong.
Let.We will want nothing for you that may pleaſe,
Though we dive for it toth’
Antipodes.
The Epilogue.
Doct.WHether my cure be perfect yet or no,
It lies not in my doctor-ſhip to know.
Your approbation may more raiſe the man,
Then all the Colledge of phyſitians can;
And more health from your faire hands may be wonne,
Then by the ſtrakings of the ſeaventh ſonne.
Per.And from our Travailes in th’ Antipodes,
We are not yet arriv’d from off the Seas:
But on the waves of deſprate feares we roame
Untill your gentler hands doe waft us home.
FINIS.
