ACT. 4. SCENE I.
Dionyſia, in mans habit, Rafe.
Dio.How does my habit and my arms become me?
Ra.Too well to be a woman, manly Miſtreſs.
Dio.Wher’s the piſtol you provided for me.
Ra.Here Miſtreſs and a good one.
Ra.No Lady would wiſh a ſhorter. If it were
’Twould bear no charge, or carry nothing home.
Dio.Ile try what I can do. Thou think’ſt me valiant.
I’m ſure I have often felt it.
Ra.All the virago’s that are found in ſtory,
Pentheſilea and
Symaramis
Were no ſuch handy ſtrikers as your ſelf:
But they had an other ſtroke, could you but find it,
Then you were excellent. I could teach it you.
Dio.I dare not underſtand thee yet. Be ſure
As you reſpect my honour, or your life
That you continue conſtant to my truſt,
And ſo thou canſt not know how much Ile love thee.
[D3v]Ra.
or the Mock-Marriage.
Ra.There is a hope as good, now, as a promiſe.
Dio.Here at this Inne abide, and wait my coming
Be careful of my guildings: Be not ſeen
Abroad for fear my brother may ſurpriſe you.
Ther’s money for you; and ere that be ſpent
Tis like I ſhall return.
Exit.
Ra.Beſt ſtars attend you,
Mars arm thee all the day; and
Venus light
Thee home into theſe amorous arms at night.
Exit.
ACT. 4 SCENE 2.
Quickſands. Millicent, her face black.
Quic.Be chear’d my love; help to bear up the joy,
That I conceive by thy concealed Beauty,
Thy rich impriſon’d beauty, whoſe infranchiſement
Is now at hand, and ſhall ſhine forth again
In its admired glory. I am rapt
Above the ſphear of common joy and wonder
In the effects of this our quaint complot.
Mil.In the mean time, though you take pleaſure in’t,
My name has dearly ſuffered.
Shall, in the vindication of thy name,
When envy and detraction are ſtruck dumb
Gain an eternal memory with vertue;
When the diſcountenanc’d wits of all my jierers
Shall hang their heads, and fall like leaves in Autumn.
O how I laugh to hear the cozen’d people
As I paſs on the ſtreets abuſe themſelves
By idle queſtions and falſe reports.
As thus: good morrow Maſter
Quickſands; pray
How fares your beauteous bedfellow? ſays another
I hear ſhe’s not at home. A third ſayes no
:
He ſaw her yeſterday at the ſtill-yard
D 4[r]With
The Engliſh-Moor,
With ſuch a Gallant, ſowſing their dry’d tongues
In
Rhemiſh, Deal, and
Back-rag: Then a fourth
Sayes he knowes all her haunts and Meetings
At Bridgfoot, Bear, the Tunnes, the Cats, the Squirels;
Where, when, and in what company to find her,
But that he ſcornes to do poor me the favour:
Becauſe a light piece is too good for me.
While a fifth youth with counterfeit ſhew of pity,
Meets, and bewails my caſe, and ſaies he knowes
A Lord that muſt be nameleſs keeps my wife
In an inchanted Caſtle two miles Weſt
Upon the River ſide: but all conclude – – –
Mil.That you are a monſtrous cuckold, and deſerve it.
Quic.Knowing my ſafety, then, and their foul errors,
Have I not cauſe to laugh? Yes, in abundance.
Now note my plot, the height of my invention
I have already given out to ſome,
That I have certain knowledge you are dead,
And have had private burial in the countrey;
At which my ſhame, not grief, forbad my preſence:
Yet ſome way to make known unto the world
A huſbands duty, I reſolve to make
A certain kind of feaſt, which ſhall advance
My joy above the reach of ſpight or chance.
Mil.May I partake, Sir, of your rich conceit?
Quic.To morrow night expires your limited moneth
Of vow’d virginity; It ſhall be ſuch a night;
In which I mean thy beauty ſhall break forth
And dazle with amazement even to death
Thoſe my malicious enemies, that rejoyc’d
In thy ſuppos’d eſcape, and my vexation.
I will envite ’hem all to ſuch a feaſt
As ſhall fetch bluſhes from the boldeſt gueſt;
I have the firſt courſe ready – – –
Fail in the ſecond, blame my houſwifery.
knocks.
[D4v]Quic.
or the Mock-Marriage.
Qui.Away, ſome body comes; I gueſs of them
That have jeer’d me, whom I muſt jeer again.
Ex. Mil.
Gallants y’are welcom. I was ſending for ye.
En. Nat.
Nat.To give us that we come for
?Vin. Ed.
Vin.Trifles you have of ours.
Qui.Of yours, my Maſters?
Ed.Yes, you have in mortgage
Three-ſcore pound Land of mine inheritance.
Vin.And my Annuity of a hundred Marks.
Nat.And Jewels, Watches, Plate, and cloaths of mine,
Pawn’d for four hundred pound. Will you reſtore all?
Qui.You know all theſe were forfeited long ſince,
Yet I’le come roundly to you, Gentlemen.
Ha’you brought my moneys, and my intereſt?
Nat.No ſurely. But we’le come as roundly to you
As moneyleſs Gentlemen can. You know
Good Offices are ready money Sir.
Qui.But have you Offices to ſell, good Sirs.
Nat.We mean to do you Offices worth your money.
We’le help you to a man that has a friend – – – –
Vin.That knows a party, that can go to the
Ed.Where a Gentleman dwelt, that knew a Scholar
Nat.That was exceeding wel acquainted with a Traveler
Vi.That made report of a great Magician beyond the
Ed.That might ha’been as likely as any man in all the
Nat.To have helpt you to your wife again.
(world.
Qui.You are the merrieſt mates that ere I cop’d withal.
But to be ſerious Gentlemen, I am ſatiſfied
Concerning my loſt Wife. She has made even
With me and all the World.
Qui.Dead, Dead: And therefore as men uſe to mourn
[D5r]Fo
The Engliſh-Moor,
For kind and loving wives, and call their friends
Their choiceſt friends unto a ſolemn banquet
Serv’d out with ſighs and ſadneſs, while the widowers
Blubber, and bath in tears (which they do ſeem
To wring out of their fingers ends and noſes)
And after all the demure ceremony,
Are ſubject to be thought diſſemblers, I
(To avoid the ſcandal of Hypocreſie,
Becauſe ’tis plain ſhe lov’d me not) invite
You and your like that lov’d her and not me,
To ſee me in the pride of my rejoycings,
You ſhall find entertainment worth your company,
And that let me intreat to morrow night.
Vin.To morrow night ſay you.
Quic.Yes gallants: fail not, as you wiſh to view
Your mortgages and pawns again. Adieu.
Exit.
Nat.We came to jear the
Jew, and he jears us.
Vin.How glad the raſchal is for his Wives death.
Nat.An honeſt man could not have had ſuch luck.
Ed.He has ſome further end in’t, could we gueſs it,
Then a meer merriment for his dead wives riddance.
Vin.Perhaps he has got a new Wife, and intends
To make a funeral and a Marriage feaſt
In one to hedge in charges.
Ed.He’ll be hang’d rather then marry again.
Nat.Zooks, would he had ſome deviliſh jealous hilding,
’Twould be a rare addition to his mirth,
For us to bring our antick in betwixt’em
Of his changling Baſtard.
Vin.How ere we’ll grace his feaſt with our preſentment.
Vin.We left him with his foſter father,
Arnold,
Buſy at rehearſal practiſing their parts.
Ed.They ſhall be perfect by to morrow night.
Nat.If not unto our profit, our delight.
Exeunt omnes.
[D5v]Act.4
or the Mock-Marriage.
ACT 4. SCENE 3.
Theophilus. Lucy.
Or empty ſound of comfort mix with th’air
That muſt invade theſe ears: They are not capable,
Or, if they be, they dare not, for themſelves,
Give the conveyance of a ſillable
Into my heart, that ſpeak not grief or ſorrow.
Lu.Be griev’d then, Ile grieve with you: For each ſigh
You waſte for
Millicents untimely death
Ile ſpend a tear for your as fruitleſs ſorrow.
The.That’s moſt unſutable; y’are no company
For me to grieve with if you grieve for me;
Take the ſame cauſe with me; you are no friend
Or ſiſter elſe of mine. It is enough
To ſet the world a weeping!
All but the ſtony part of’t.
The.Now you are right. Her huſband’s of that part;
He cannot weep by nature: But Ile find
A way by art in Chymiſtry to melt him.
At leaſt extract ſome drops. But do you weep
Indeed for
Millicent? What, all theſe tears?
The.She is my love indeed; and was my wife.
But for the empty name of marriage onely,
But now ſhe’s yours for ever. You enjoy her.
In her fair bleſſed memory; in her goodneſs,
And all that has prepar’d her way for glory.
The.Let me embrace thee ſiſter. How I reverence
Any fair honour that is done to her,
[D6r]Now
The Engliſh-Moor,
Now thou ſhalt weep no more: Thou haſt given me com
In ſhewing me how ſhe’s mine. And tears indeed
(fort
Are all too weak a ſacrifice for her
But ſuch as the heart weeps.
Enter Page.
Sing boy the mornful ſong I bad you practiſe.
Song.
The.Call you this mournful. Tis a wanton air.
Go y’are a naughty child indeed, Ile whip you
If you give voice unto ſuch notes,
Lu.I know not brother how you like the air,
But in my mind the words are ſad, Pray read’em.
The.They are ſad indeed. How now my boy, doſt weep?
Sir, for my ſelf. But ther’s a youth without
(A handſome youth) whoſe ſorrow works in me:
He ſayes he wants a ſervice, and ſeeks yours.
The.Doſt thou not know him.
The.O, good boy, that canſt weep for a ſtrangers miſery!
The ſweetneſs of thy dear compaſſion
Even melts me too. What does he ſay he is.
Pa.Tis that Sir, that will grieve you when you hear it.
He is a poor kinſman to the gentlewoman
Lately deceaſ’d that you ſo lov’d and mourn for.
The.And doſt thou let him ſtay without ſo long?
Mercileſs Villain! run and fetch him quickly.
The.Siſter, can I be too zealous
In ſuch a cauſe as this? For heark you, ſiſter,
Enter Dioniſia.
Dio.There was no way like this to get within’em,
Now courage keep true touch with me. Ile vex
Your cunning and unnatural purpoſe, brother,
[D6v]If
Or the Mock-Marriage.
Pa.Sir, here’s the youth?
The.A lovely one he is, and wondrous like her,
O let me run and claſp him; hang about him,
And yoak him to me with a thouſand kiſſes!
I ſhall be troubleſome and heavy to thee,
With the pleas’d waight of my inceſſant love.
Youth of a happy kindred, which foreruns
A happy fortune ever. Pray thee, ſiſter,
I would now ſay, this were the better beauty,
For it reſembles
Arthurs.
The.I’ſt not her face? you do not mind me ſiſter:
Lu.Hers was a good one once, and this is now.
The.Why ſiſter, you were wont to take delight
In any comfort that belong’d to me;
And help to carry my joyes ſweetly: now
You keep no conſtant courſe with me.
Melts me – – – alas, Sir, I am a poor boy.
The.What, and allied to her? impoſſible!
Where ere thou liv’ſt her name’s a fortune to thee.
Her memory amongſt good men ſets thee up;
It is a word that commands all in this houſe.
Dio.This ſnare was not well laid. I fear my ſelf.
The.Live my companion; my eſpecial ſweet one,
My brother and my bedfellow thou ſhalt be.
Dio.By lakin but I muſt not, though I find
But weak matter againſt it – – – This my courage!
The.She took from earth, how kind is heaven, how good
To ſend me yet, a joy ſo near in blood!
Good noble youth, if there be any more
Diſtres’d of you, that claims aliance with her
Though a far off; deal freely; let me know it,
Give me their ſad names; Ile ſeek’em out,
[D7r]And
The Engliſh-Moor,
And like a good great man, in memory humble
Nere ceaſe until I plant’em all in fortunes,
And ſee’em grow about me.
Dio.I hear of none, my ſelf excepted, Sir.
The.Thou ſhalt have all my care then, all my love.
Dio.What make I here? I ſhall undo my ſelf.
Dio.I ther’s the mark my malice chiefly aims at;
But then, he ſtands ſo near, I wound him too.
I feel that muſt not be. Art muſt be ſhewen here.
The.Come, you ſhall kiſs him for me, and bid him
Lu.You are moſt welcome, Sir, and were her name
To which you are allied, a ſtranger here,
Yet, Sir, believe me, you in thoſe fair eyes
Bring your own welcome with you.
Dio.Never came Malice ’mong ſo ſweet a people.
It knowes not how to look, nor I on them.
Lu.Let not your gentle modeſty make you ſeem
Ungentle to us, by turning ſo away.
The.That’s well ſaid ſiſter, but he will and ſhall
Be bolder with us, ere we part.
Dio.I ſhall too much I fear.– – –
The.Come gentle bleſſing,
Let not a miſery be thought on here,
(If ever any were ſo rude to touch thee)
Between us we’ll divide the comfort of thee.
Exeunt Omnes.
ACT. 4. SCENE. 4.
Millicent. Phillis.
Mil.I have heard thy ſtory often, and with pitty
As often thought upon’t, and that the father.
[D7v]Of
Or the Mock-Marriage.
Of my beſt lov’d
Theophilus, together with
His, then, friend Maſter
Meanwell (who have ſince
Become each others deathſman as tis thought)
By ſuits in Law wrought the ſad overthrow
Of thy poor Fathers fortune; by which means,
Poor Gentleman he was enforc’d to leave
His native Country to ſeek forrain meanes
Phi.Or rather to meet death.
For ſince his traval, which is now ſix years,
Phi.So is your ſtory, Miſtreſs unto me.
But let us dry our eyes; and know we muſt not
Stick in the mire of pitty; but with labour
Work our delivery: yours is now at hand
If you ſet will and brain to’t. But my honor
(If a poor wench may ſpeak ſo) is ſo crack’d
Within the ring, as ’twill be hardly ſolder’d
By any art. If on that wicked fellow,
That ſtruck me into ſuch a deſperate hazard.
Mil.He will be here to night, and all the crew
And this muſt be the night of my delivery,
I am prevented elſe for ever, wench.
Phi.Be ſure, among the gueſts, that you make choiſe
Of the moſt civil one to be your convoy,
And then let me alone to act your
Mores part.
Mil.Peace, he comes.
Enter Quic.
Phi.Ile to my ſhift then.
Exit. Phi.
Quic.Wher’s my hidden beauty?
That ſhall this night be glorious.
Mil.I but wait the good hour
For my deliverance out of this obſcurity.
So are my gueſts. See ſome of’em are enter’d.
Enter Nat.
O my my blith friend, Maſter
Nathaniel, welcome
Arthur.
[D8r]And
The Engliſh-Moor,
And Maſter
Arthur Meanwell as I take it.
Nat.Yes, Sir, a Gentleman late poſſes’d with ſadnes,
Whom I had much a do to draw along
To be partaker more of your mirth then chear.
You ſay here ſhall be mirth. How now, what’s that?
Ha’you a black coney-berry in your houſe?
Quic.Stay
Catelina. Nay, ſhe may be ſeen.
For know, Sirs, I am mortified to beauty
Since my wives death. I will not keep a face
Better then this under my roof I ha’ſworn.
Ar.You were too raſh, Sir, in that oath, if I
Quic.Tis done and paſt, Sir.
Nat.If I be not taken with yon’d funeral face,
(now.
And her two eyes the ſcutcheons, would I were whipt
Art.Suppoſe your friends ſhould wiſh you to a match
Proſperous in wealth and honour.
Quic.Ile hear of none, nor you if you ſpeak ſo.
Nat.It is the handſom’ſt Rogue
I have ere ſeen yet of a deed of darkneſs;
Tawney and ruſſet faces I have dealt with,
But never came ſo deep in blackneſs yet.
Quic.Come hither
Catelyna. You ſhall ſee, Sir,
What a brave wench ſhe ſhall be made anon
And when ſhe dances how you ſhall admire her.
Art.Will you have dancing here to night.
Quic.Yes I have borrowed other
Moors of Merchants
That trade in
Barbary, whence I had mine own here,
And you ſhall ſee their way and ſkill in dancing.
Nat.He keeps this Rie-loaf for his own white white
With confidence none will cheat him of a bit;
(tooth
Ile have a ſliver though I loſe my whittle.
(ments
Quic.Here take this key, ’twill lead thee to thoſe orna-
That deck’d thy miſtreſs lately. Uſe her caſket,
And with the ſparklingſt of her jewels ſhine;
Flame like a midnight beacon with that face,
[D8v]Or
Or the Mock-Marriage.
Or a pitch’d ſhip a fire; the ſtreamers glowing
And the keel mourning, (how I ſhall rejoyce
At theſe prepoſtrous ſplendours) get thee glorious;
Be like a running fire-work in my houſe.
Nat.He ſets me more a fire at her. Well old ſtick breech
If I do chance to clap your
Barbary buttock
In all her bravery, and get a ſnatch
In an odd corner, or the dark to night
To mend your chear, and you hereafter hear on’t,
Say there are as good ſtomacks as your own,
Mil.No ſee, O no, I darea notta.
Nat.Why, why – – piſh – – pox I love thee,
Mil.O no de fine white Zentilmanna
Cannot a love a the black a thing a.
Nat.Cadzooks the beſt of all wench.
Mil.O take– – a heed – – a my maſtra ſee – – a.
Nat.When we are alone, then wilt thou.
Mil.Then I ſhall ſpeak a more a.
Nat.And Ile not loſe the Moor-a for more then I
Quic.I muſe the reſt of my invited Gallants
Nat.Zooks the old angry juſtice.
Enter Teſty.
Teſ.How comes it Sir, to paſs, that ſuch a newes
Is ſpread about the town? is my Neece dead,
And you prepar’d to mirth Sir, hah?
Is this the entertainment I muſt find
Quic.She is not dead, Sir. But take you no notice
You ſhall have inſtantly an entertainment, that
Shall fill you all with wonder.
Exit.
Or do you underſtand his meaning ſirs?
Or how or where his wife died?
E[1r]But
The Engliſh-Moor,
But give me leave to fear, by his wild humor,
He’s guilty of her death; therefore I hope
Hee’l hang himſelf anon before us all
To raiſe the mirth he ſpeaks of.
Yet truſt me, ſir, there have been large conſtructions,
And ſtrong preſumptions, that the ill made match
Betwixt her youthful beauty and his covetous age;
Between her ſweetneſs and his frowardneſs
Was the unhappy means of her deſtruction;
And you that gave ſtrength to that ill tied knot
Do ſuffer ſharply in the world’s opinion,
While ſhe, ſweet virgin, has its general pity.
Teſ.Pray what have you been to her? I nere found you
Nor ever ſhould have ſought her, Sir; For ſhe
Was onely love to my ſworn enemy,
On whom yet (were ſhe living and in my gift
Rather a thouſand times I would beſtow her
Then on that man that had, and could not know her.
Teſ.I have done ill; and wiſh
I could redeem
This act with half my eſtate.
This
Moor runs more and more ſtill in my mind.
Enter
O you are come? And ha’you brought your ſcene
Vin. &
Of Mirth along with you?
Edm.
Are here at hand: But we perceive much buſineſs
Firſt to be ſet a foot. Here’s Revels towards.
Ed.A daunce of furies or of Blackamores
Vin.But firſt there is to be ſome odd collation
Nat.Cheap enough I warrant,
But ſaw you not a Moor-hen there amongſt’em.
Ed.A pretty little Rogue, moſt richly deck’d
[E1v]With
or the Mock-Marriage.
With pearls, chains and jewels. She is queen
Nat.If you chance to ſpy me
Take her aſide, ſay nothing.
Some of her jewels perhaps.
Nat.Ile draw a lot
Enter Quickſands.
For the beſt jewel ſhe wears. But mum my Maſters.
Quic.Enter the houſe pray Gentlemen
: I am ready
Now with your entertainnment.
Exit.
Nat.Now for ſix penny cuſtards, a pipkin of bak’d
Pears, three ſawcers of ſtew’d prunes, a groats worth
Of ſtrong ale, and two peniworth of Gingerbread.
Ext. 3.
Teſ.If ſhe does live (as he bears me in hand
She is not dead) Ile tell you briefly, Sir,
If all the law bodily and ghoſtly,
And all the conſcience too, that I can purchaſe
With all the wealth I have can take her from him,
I will recover her, and then beſtow her
(If you refuſe her) on your fo you ſpeak of,
(whoſe right ſhe is indeed) rather then he
Shall hold her longer. Now mine eyes are open’d.
Will you walk in.
Exit. Enter
Ar.I pray excuſe me, Sir,
Mili. white-
I cannot fit my ſelf to mirth.
fac’d & in her
Teſ.Your pleaſure.
ovvn habit.
Mil.Have I with patience waited for this hour,
And does fear check me now? I’le break through all,
And truſt my ſelf with yon’d milde Gentleman.
The Rooms illumin’d with her; yet her look
Sad, and cheek pale, as if a ſorrow ſuck’d it.
Hovv came ſhe in? What is ſhe? I am fear-ſtruck.
Tis ſome unreſting ſhaddow. Or, if not,
E 2[r]What
The Engliſh-Moor,
What makes a thing ſo glorious in this houſe,
The maſter being an enemy to beauty?
She modeſtly makes to me.
Mil.If ever you durſt own a goodneſs,
Now crown it by an act of honour and mercy.
Art.Speak quickly; loſe no time then: ſay, what are you?
You look like one that ſhould not be delai’d.
Mil.I am th’ unfortunate woman of this houſe,
To all mens thoughts at reſt. This is the face
On which the Hell of jealouſie abus’d
The hand of Heaven, to fright the world withall.
Ar.Were you the ſeeming Moor was here?
And onely to your ſecreſie and pitty
I have ventur’d to appear myſelf again.
Ar.What’s to be done? Pray ſpeak, and tis perform’d.
Mil.In truſt and Manhood Sir, I would commit
A great charge to you, even my life and honor
To free me from this den of miſery.
Art.A bleſſed taſque! But when you are freed Lady – –
Mil.I would deſire Sir, then to be convei’d. – –
Ar.Whither? to whom? ſpeak quickly: why do you ſtoop?
Mil.Pray let that reſt. I will relieve your trouble
When I am freed from hence, and uſe ſome others.
Art.Nay, that were cruelty. As you love goodneſs tell
Mil.Why dare you bear me Sir, to one you hate.
(me.
Art.What’s that, if you love? Tis your peace I wait
I look upon your ſervice, not mine own.
(on.
Were he the mortall’ſt enemy fleſh bred up
Ar.By all that’s good and gracious, I will die
Ere I forſake you, and not ſet you ſafe
Within thoſe walls you ſeek.
[E2v]Mil.
or the Mock-Marriage.
Ile tell you where they ſtand, Sir.
Ar.You ſhall grace me.
Exit.
ACT 4. SCENE 5.
Quickſands. Teſty. Nath. Vincent. Edmond.
Qui.Now to our Revels. Sit ye, ſit ye gallants
Whilſt, Uncle, you ſhall ſee how I’le requite
The maſque they lent me on my wedding night.
Twas but lent Gentlemen, your maſque of horns,
And all the private jears and publick ſcorns
Y’have caſt upon me ſince. Now you ſhall ſee
How Ile return them; and remarried be.
Vin.I hope he’l marry his Moor to anger us.
Nat.Ile give her ſomething with her, if I catch her,
And’t be but in the cole-houſe.
Floriſh enter
Teſ.Attend Gentleman.
Inductor
Ind.The Queen of
Ethiop dreampt upon a
like a Moor
Her black womb ſhould bring forth a virgin
lis ( black
Ed.Black womb!
(white.and ) gorge-
Ind.She told her king; he told thereof his
ouſly deck’t
Till this white dream fil’d their black heads with fears.
Nat.A whorſon blockheads.
Ind.Blackheads I fai’d. Ile come to you anon
Teſ.He puts the blockheads on’hem groſly.
(year
Quic.Brave impudent rogue. He made the ſpeeches laſt
Before my Lord Marqueſs of
Fleet Conduit.
Ind.Till this white dream fil’d their blackheads with
For tis no better than a Prodegy
(fear,
To have white children in a black countrey.
So ’twas decreed that if the child prov’d white,
It ſhould be made away. O cruel ſpight!
The Queen cry’d out, and was delivered
E 3[r]Of
The Engliſh-Moor,
Of child black as you ſee: Yet Wizards ſed
That if this damſel liv’d married to be
To a white man, ſhe ſhould be white as he.
Vin.The moral is, If
Quickſands marry her,
Her face ſhall be white as his conſcience.
Ind.The careful Queen, concluſion for to try,
Sent her to merry
England charily
(The faireſt Nation man yet ever ſaw)
To take a huſband; ſuch as I ſhall draw,
Being an
Ægyptian Prophet.
Ed.Draw me, and ile hang thee.
Ind.Now I come to you, Gentlemen.
He looks in Ed-
Qui.Now mark my Jeeres.
monds hand.
Ind.You muſt not have her: For I find by your hand
You have forfeited the mortgage of your land.
Ed.Pox o’your Palmiſtrie.
Ind.Nor you: For here I plainly ſee
In Vin. his
You have ſold and ſpent your lifes Annuity.
hand.
Vin.The devil take him, made thee a ſoothſayer.
Nat.I find from whence your ſkill comes. Yet take me
For thy little Princeſs of darkneſſe, and if
I rub her not as white as another can
Let me be hung up with her for a new
Sign of the labour in vain.
Ind.Nor you, ſir: For
In Nats hand.
The onely ſute you wear ſmels of the cheſt
That holds in Limbo Lavender all your reſt.
(key on’t.
Nat.Would his brains were in thy belly that keeps the
Ind.This is the worthy man, whoſe wealth and wit,
To make a white one, muſt the black mark hit.
In Quic. hand
Qui.Your jeers are anſwer’d, gallants. Now your dance.
[E3v]Enter
Or the Mock-Marriage.
Enter the reſt of the Moors. They Dance an Antique
in which they uſe action of Mockery and
deriſion to the three Gentlemen.
Nat.We applaud your deviſe, and you’l give me leave
To take your black bride here, forth in a daunce.
Quic.With all my heart, ſir.
Nat.Muſick, play a Galliard,
You know what you promiſed me,
Bullis.
Phi.But howa can ita be donea.
Nat.How I am taken with the elevation of her noſtrils.
Nat.Play a little quicker – – –Heark you – – – if I lead you
A dance to a couch or a bed ſide,will you follow me?
Phi.I will doa my beſta.
Nat. daunces
Nat.So, ſo; quick Muſick, quick.
vily. Quicks.
Qui.O ougly!call you this dauncing; ha,
& Tes. laughs
Nat.Do you laugh at me.
Enter Arnold like a
Arn.By your leave Gentlefolks.
Countrey man,and
Buz.O brave, o brave.
Buz. like a changling,
Qui.How now.
and as they enter, exit
Teſ.What are theſe?
Nat. with Phil. the
Buz.Hack ye there, hack ye there,
Muſick ſtill playing.
O brave pipes. Hack ye there.
He ſings and dan-
Hay toodle loodle loodle loo.
ces and ſpins with
Qui.What are you men or devils?
a Rock & ſpindle
Arn.You are advis’d enough: Sir, if
But to be ſhort, Ile ſhew you I am a
Norfolk man
And my name is
John Hulverhead.
Quic.Hold thy peace.
Softly.
Arn.You cannot hear o’that ſide it ſeems.
Quic.I know thee not, not I.
Arn.But you know my brother
Matthew Hulverhead
E 4[r]Deceas’'d
The Engliſh-Moor,
Deceas’d, with whom you plac’d this ſimple child of yours.
Qui.I plac’t no childe in
Norfolk, nor
Suffolk nor any
Folk I – – – ſay thou miſtookſt me: Ile reward thee. Go.
Arn.I cannot hear o’that ear neither, ſir.
Vin.What’s the matter, Mr.
Quickſands? (theſe?
Ed.Ha’you any more jeeres to put upon us? what are
Buz.Hay toodle loodle loodle loo.
Qui.Get you out of my houſe.
Arn.I may not till I be righted. I come for right, and
I will have right, or the beſt of the Citie ſhall
Vin.I ſwear the Raſcals act it handſomly.
Teſ.What art thou fellow? What doſt thou ſeek?
Vin.Tell that Gentleman: He is an upright Majeſtrate
And will ſee thee righted.
Arn.I am a poor
Norfolk man, ſir. And I come to eaſe
my ſelf of a charge, by putting off a childe nat’ral to
Quic.My child! Am I his father? Darſt thou ſpeak it.
Arn.Be not aſham’d on’t, ſir: You are not the firſt
grave and wiſe Citizen that has got an ideot.
Teſ.Here’s good ſtuff towards.
Buz.Ha, ha, ha – – – with a Hay toodle loodle loodle loo. &c.
Qui.How ſhould I get him. I was never married till
Arn.How does other bawdy Batchelors get children?
Buz.With a hay toodle loodle loodle loo, &c.
Teſ.Have you been a baſtard-getter and marry my Neece.
Teſ.Ile teach you to get a baſtard, ſirrah.
Arn.He needs none o’your ſkill it ſeems.
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Qui.Well, Gentlemen, to take your wonder off,
I will lay truth before you.
For a poor ſervant that I had, I undertook and paid
[E4v]Ed.
or the Mock-Marriage.
Ed.Who, your man
Buzzard?
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Qui.’Tis like this is the child. But for a certain ſum
Which I did pay, ’twas articled, that I ſhould nere be
Teſ.Now what fay you to that Sir?
Arn.’Tis not denyed Sir, There was ſuch agreement,
But now he is another kind of charge.
Vin.Why, he gets ſomething towards his
Buzzard
(living me thinks.ſpinns.
Ar.Yes, he has learn’d to thrip among the Mothers;
But Sir, withal, to do more harm then good by’t,
And that’s the charge I ſpeak of: we are not bound
To keep your child, and your childes children too.
Arn.Sir, by his cunning at the Rock,
And twirling of his ſpindle on the Thrip-ſkins,
He has fetch’d up the bellies of ſixteen
Buz.Hay toodle, loodle, loodle, &c.
Arn.So well he takes after his father here it ſeems.
Ed.Take heed o’that friend: you heard him ſay it
Arn.He ſha’not fright me with that, though it be
A great mans part to turn over his baſtards
To his ſervants. I am none of his hirelings, nor
His Tenants I. But I know what I ſay; and I know
What I come about; and not without adviſe; And you
May know, that
Norfolk is not without as knaviſh
Councel, as another County may be. Let his man
Buz.
Be brought forth, and ſee what he will ſay to’t.
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Qui.Wretch that I was to put away that fellow!
[E5r]But
The Engliſh-Moor,
But ſtay! where is my wife? my wife, my wife – – –
Qui.My Moor I would ſay. Which way went my Moor?
Vin.Your
Ethopian Princeſs.
Nat. is gone to
dance with her in private, becauſe you laught him out of
Qui.Miſchief on miſchief! worſe and worſe I fear.
Teſ.What do you fear, why ſtare you? Are you frantick?
Qui.I muſt have wits and fits, my fancies and fegaries.
Ed.Your jeers upon poor Gallants.
Vin.How do you feel your ſelf.
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Arn.Aſk your father bleſſing
Timſy.
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Buz.Upon all my knees. A – – – – – ah. Hay toodle loodle.
Nat.What was’t to you, you ſlaves
?Enter Nat.
Muſt you be peeping.
& Phillis
Teſ.What’s the matter now?
pul’d in by
Nat.What was’t to you, ye Raſcals?
the Moors.
Moor.It is to us Sir, We were hir’d to dance and to
ſpeak ſpeeches; and to do the Gentleman true ſervice in
his houſe: And we will not ſee his houſe made a baudy
houſe, and make no ſpeech o’that.
Teſ.What is the buſineſs?
Moor.Marry Sir a naughty buſineſs. This Gentleman
has committed a deed of darkneſs with your Moor, Sir;
Teſ.What deed of darkneſs? ſpeak it plainly.
Moor.Darkneſs or lightneſs; call it which you will.
They have lyen together; made this ſame a baudy houſe;
Qui.Undone, moſt wretched. O, I am confounded.
I ſee no art can keep a woman honeſt.
Nat.I love her, and will juſtifie my Act.
[E5v]Phi.
Or the Mock-Marriage.
Phi.And I the beſt of any man on earth.
Nat.Thou ſpeakeſt good Engliſh now.
Qui.O Ruine, ruine, ruine – – – – –
Buz.Hay toodle loodle, &c.
Vin.Why take you on ſo, for an ougly feind?
Qui.She is my wife, Gentlemen.
Qui.I ſay my lawful wife; your Neece; and ſo dis-
By me on purpoſe.
(guis’d
Teſ.I ſaid he was mad before, ha, ha, ha.
Nat.Now I applaud my act, ’twas ſweet and brave.
Qui.I’le be divorc’d before a Court in publique.
Teſ.Now will I uſe authority and ſkill.
Friends, guard the doors. None ſhall depart the houſe.
Nat. Mun. Vin.Content, content.
Arn.Shall I, Sir, and my charge ſtay too?
Teſ.Marry Sir, ſhall you.
Buz.I fear we ſhall be ſmoak’d then.
Arn.No, no, fear nothing.
(Maſter
Teſ.You know your Chamber huſwife. I’le wait o’your
To night. We will not part until to morrow day,
Juſtice and Law lights every one his way.
Vin.Is this your merry night, Sir?
Qui.Oh– – – – oh– – – – oh– – – – o– – –
Ed.Why roar you ſo?
(the City.
Nat.It is the Cuckolds howle. A common cry about
BuzHay toodle loodle, &c.
Exeunt omnes.
