From such a rudeness; I was now beginning [serve, Then break up house: or, if that will not To break with all the world. Turn country bankrupt, I' mine own town, upo' the market-day, heart: Convert mine Inn to an alms-house! or a For lazers, or switch-sellers! turn it to Lov. Troth, and I confess I'm loth, mine host, to leave you: your Ferret, Lovel, Host, Prudence. Fer. Your horses, sir, are ready; and the house Dis Lov. Pleas'd thou think'st? Fer. I cannot tell, discharg'd I'm sure it is. Lov. Charge it again, good Ferret, how. * Chalk, and renew the rondels, I am now Fer. I easily thought so, Fer. To throw The house out o' the windo'? • CHALK, and renew the RONDELS.] He is now resolv'd to stay, and therefore orders his servant to begin a fresh score or account. In public-houses, what is called for is usually set up with chalk. But the word rondels requires an explanation: I apprehend it means the circles, which are used to denominate shillings in an ale-house score. Rondel, or roundel, is a term in heraldry, to denote a round ball; and from this use of it, our poet, I presume, applies it in the sense I have assigned. Host. Brain o' man, I shall ha' the worst o' that! will they not throw [carpet, My household-stuff out first, cushions, and Chairs, stools, and bedding? is not their sport my ruin? Lov. Fear not, mine host, I am not o' the fellowship. [it; Fer. I cannot see, sir, how you will avoid They know already, all, you are i' the house. Lov. Who know? Fer. The lords: they ha' seen me, and Loo. Why were you seen? No fern-seed in my pocket; nor an opal Host. He gives you reasons As round as Gyges' ring: which, say the an tients, [hoop. Was a hoop ring; and that is, round as a Lov. You will ha' your rebus still, mine host. To find a servant here, and such a servant, Of the day's sports devised i' the Inn, You cannot think me of that coarse condi And should, with chear, lay hold on any handle That could advance it. But for me to think, But doth proclaim it, in all companies : Pru. O master Lovel, you must not give credit To all that ladies publicly profess, Yet when they please, they have their cabinet- Host. I, the subtlest of us! Pru. Is not the issue of their hearts, mine Host. Or kiss or drink afore me. Pru. Stay, excuse me; Mine errand is not done. Yet, if her ladyship's are you within? Lov. Yes, I will wait upon her and the [bring him: company. Host. It is enough, queen Prudence; I will And o' this kiss. I long'd to kiss a queen! Lov. There is no life on earth, but being in love! There are no studies, no delights, no business, And all that phant'sied treasure, it is love. I would know that. Lov. I do not know't myself, Whether it is. But it is love hath been The hereditary passion of our house, You cannot think me of that COARSE CONDITION.] Coarse disposition, Edit. 1631. 10 Or talk o' the vOLER.] i. e. without thinking, rashly, and at random: the French phrase is, à la volée. 4 D My gentle host, and, as I guess, my friend; she guess. [grams, Lov. I ha' sent her toys, verses, and anaTrials o' wit, mere trifles she has commended, But knew not whence they came, nor could [wooing! Host. This was a pretty riddling way of Lov. I oft have been, too, in her company; And look'd upon her a whole day; admir'd her; [still, Lov'd her, and did not tell her so; lov'd "Look'd still, and lov'd; and lov'd, and look'd, and sigh'd:" But, as a man neglected, I came off, Host. Could you blame her, sir, Best in my silence, had she been-- As you are. Pray you, why would you Lov. O thereon hangs a history, mine host. Did you ever know, or hear of the lord Beaufort, Who serv'd so bravely in France? I was his page, And ere he dy'd, his friend: I follow'd him, Bearing his aged parent on his shoulders, Rapt from the flames of Troy, with his young son. [use. And these he brought to practice, and to He gave me first my breeding, I acknowledge, [the Hours", Then shower'd his bounties on me, like That open-handed sit upon the clouds, And press the liberality of heaven Down to the laps of thankful men! but then! The trust cominitted to me at his death, Was above all, and left so strong a tie On all my powers, as time shall not dissolve! Till it dissolve itself, and bury all! The care of his brave heir, and only son! Who being a virtuous, sweet, young, hopeful lord, Hath cast his first affections on this lady. And though I know, and may presume her such, As, out of humour, will return no love; Burn me to cinders. " Then shower'd his bounties on me, like HoWRES.] It is pity so fine a passage should have been given with such mistakes; but our comfort is, the emendation is as easy and obvious: for Howres, which conveys no idea, we are to read like the Hours; the poetical goddesses presiding over the several seasons. Girt thee hard, Pru. Pox o' this errant taylor, He angers me beyond all mark of patience. These base mechanicks never keep their word, In any thing they promise. Pru. 'Tis their trade, madam, To swear and break, they all grow rich by breaking, [credits, More than their words; their honesties, and Are still the first commodity they put off. Lad. And worst, it seems, which makes 'em do't so often. If he had but broke with me, I had not car'd But with the company, the body-politick Pru. Frustrate our whole design, having that time, And the materials in so long before? [us? Lad. And he to fail in all, and disappoint The rogue deserves a torture— Pru. To be crop'd With his own scissars. Lad. Let's devise him one. Pru. And ha' the stumps sear'd up with his own searing candle? Lad. Close to his head, to trundle on his I'll ha' the lease of his house cut out into [yard I would ha' toucht, but stretch'd on his own Lad. Burning i' the hand With the pressing-iron cannot save him. [fir'd Now I have got this on: I do forgive him, What robes he should ha' brought. Lad. Thou art not cruel, Lad. 'Tis rich enough, but 'tis not what I would ha' had thee braver than myself, Pru. That were illiberal, madam, and mere sordid In me, to let a suit of yours come there. Lad. Tut, all are players, and but serve the scene, Pru. Dispatch: I fear thou dost not like the province, Thou art so long a fitting thyself for it. Here is a scarf to make thee a knot finer. Pru. You send me a-feasting, madam. Lad. Wear it, wench. Pru. Yes, but with leave o' your ladyship, I would tell you, This can but bear the face of an odd journey. Lad. Why, Pru ? Pru. A lady of your rank and quality, To come to a public inn, so many men, Young lords and others, i' your company ! Turn'd fool upo' the sudden, and talk idly Lad. Yes shoot again, good Pru, I'll ha’ thee shoot, And aim, and hit: I know 'tis love in thee, And so I do interpret it. Pru. Then, madam, I'ld crave a farther leave. Lad. Be it to license, It sha' not want an ear, Pru. Say, what is it? Pru. A toy I have, to raise a little mirth To the design in hand. Lad. Out with it, Pru, If it but chime of mirth. Pru. Mine host has, madam, A pretty boy i' the house, a dainty child, His son, and is of your ladyship's name, too Francis, Whom if your ladyship would borrow of him, And give me leave to dress him as I would, Should make the finest lady and kinswoman, To keep you company, and deceive my lords, Upo' the matter, with a fountain o' sport. Lad. I apprehend thee, and the source of Fra. Yes, madam. Lad. I love mine own the better. Fra. If I knew yours, [madam. I should make haste to do so too, good Lad. A modest and fair well-spoken child. Or what I have beside; divide my Heart Between you and your lady. Make your use of it: [hold, My house is yours, my son is yours. BeI tender him to your service; Frank, be[Only this, What these brave ladies would ha' you. There is a chare-woman i' the house, his come nurse, An Irish-woman, I took in a beggar, him so, [shape, Or rather doat on him. Now, for her, a And we may dress her (and I'll help) to fit her With a tuft-taffata cloke, an old French hood, And other pieces, heterogene enough. Pru. We ha' brought a standard of appa rel down, Lad. A miracle! Pru. Good madam, But take him in, and sort a suit for him. Pru. My lady No-body, any thing, what you will. Lad. Call him Lætitia, by my sister's name, And so 'twill mind our mirth too we have in hand'. SCENE III. Prudence, Trundle. Pru. Good Trundle, you must straight make ready the coach, And lead the horses out but half a mile, Into the fields, whither you will, and then Drive in again with the coach-leaves put down, At the back gate, and so to the back stairs, If you be ask'd; and give it outi' the house so. Pru. Us? do you speak plural ? Elegant Trundle, you may use your figures: I know you are secretary to my lady, Pru. You'll still be trundling, And ha' your wages stopt, now at the audit. Tru. Tis true, you're gentlewoman o' the horse too; Or what you will beside, Pru. I do think it My best t' obey you. Pru. And I think so too, Trundle. SCENE IV. Beaufort, Latimer, Host. Bea. Why, here's return enough of both our ventures, If we do make no more discovery. Then o' this parasite ? Bea. O, he's a dainty one, The parasite o' the house. Lat. Here comes mine host. Host. My lords, you both are welcome to the Heart. Bea. To the Light-Heart, we hope. And so 'twill MIND our mirth too we have in hand.] A marginal reading, in Mr. Theobald's copy, proposes mend our mirth, as the juster expression; and indeed, mind our mirth is hardly sense, without putting on it a very harsh construction. |