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f veins this month. Why do you talk of bloody?
Enter Peter, with a bottle of wine hat come we for, to fall to cuffs for apples ? hat, would you make the cause a cudgel-quarrel ? Don J. There is no talking to her till I have n what term's stands this man? Is not his honour
[Aside. pen'd this hand, and pick'd out like an oyster ? Give me: here, mother, take a good round draught. lis credit like a quart-pot knock'd together, It will purge spleen from your spirits : deeper, mo.ble to hold no liquor ? Clear out this point.
ther. Petr. Speak soft, gentle cousin.
Land. Ay, ay, son, you imagine this will mend all. Antı, I'll speak truly.
Don J. All, i'faith! mother. V bat should man do, allied to these disgraces, Land. I confess, the wine Lick o'er his enemy, sit down, and dance him ?
Will do its part. 'ry, "That's my fine boy, thou shalt do so no more, Don J. I'll pledge you. child ?"
Land. But, son John
[once more. Petr. Here are no such cold pities.
Don J. I know your meaning, mother; touch it Anto. By St. Jaques,
(Andrew, Alas ! you look not well. Take a round draught, , "hey shall not find me one! Here's old tough And then we'll talk at large. I special.friend of mine, and he but hold, (for, Land. A civil gentleman! 'll strike them such a hornpipe! Knocks I come A stranger: one the town holds a good regard of. And the best blood I'll light on: I profess it
(Aside. Not to scare costermongers. If I lose my own, Don J. Now we grow kind and maudlin. Aside. My audit's cast, and farewell five-and-fifty.
Land. One that should weigh his fair name! Petr. Let's talk no longer, place yourself with (Aside.) Oh! a stitch ! silence,
Don J. There's nothing better for a stitch, good As I direct you; and when time calls us,
mother : As ye are friends, so shew yourselves.
Make no spare of it as you love your health; Anto. So be it.
Mince not the matter. Oh! how my fingers tingle to be at them!
Land. As I said, a gentleman lodge in my house ! (Exeunt. Now heaven's my comfort, signior!
Don J. And the wine, good mother.
Land. I did not think you would have us’d me Enter Don John and his Landlady.
A woman of credit; one, heaven knows !
[yourself Don J. The thunder ceases, and the rain descends.
Land. No, no; I am a fool to counsel you. A gentlewoman of a decent and fair carriage,
Where's the infant ? And so behav'd myself
Come, let's see your workmanship. Don J. I know you have.
Don J. It is none of mine, mother, but I'll fetch it Land. Bring hither, as I say, to make my name Here it is, and a lusty one. Stink in my neighbours' nostrils, your devices, Land. Oh! heaven bless thee! As I live, Your brats, got out of allicant and broken oaths; Your own eyes, signior; and the nether lip Your linsey-wolsey work, your fileh'd iniquities ! As like you as you had spit it. You're deceived in me, sir, I am none
Don I. I am glad on't. or those receivers.
Land. Bless me! what things are these ? Don J. Have I not sworn unto yon,
Don J. I thought my labour 'Tis none of mine, and shew'd you how I found it? Was not all lost ; 'tis gold, and these are jewels,
Land. You found an easy fool that let you get it. Both rich and right, I hope.
(your ends, Land. Well, well, son John,
Don J. All this time, good mother, Or what religion, but your wicked passions ? The child wants looking to, wants meat and nurses. I'm sick to see this dealing.
Land. Now blessing of thy heart! it shall have all, Don J. Heaven forbid, mother!
And instantly: I'll seek a nurse myself, son. Land. Nay, I am very sick.
"Tis a sweet child! Ah! my young Spaniard ! Don J. Who waits there?
Take you no further care, sir. Peter. (Within.) Sir ?
Don J. Yes, of these jewels, Don J. Bring a bottle of canary wine.
I must, by your good leave, mother; these are mine: Land. Exceeding sick, heaven help me! The gold for bringing up of't, I freely render Don J. Hasze you, sirrah !
To your charge : for the rest, I'll find a master I must e'en make her drunk. (Aside.) Nay, gentle But where's Don Fred'rick, mother ? mother
Land. Ten to one,
Don J. Why should he stay thus ?
Before I have found him, Still sicker, sicker)
, my dear mother, let the child be look'd to
And look for to be rewarded About it
I Ca That presently, Straigbt, good motber.
With all cusvesient baste, yoa will retire Lund. No more words, Dor no more children, Cote the street you found se is: Good son, as you love me: this may do well: There, if yo find a gentlemas oppress'd This skall do well : eh! you little, sweet eberub! Wite force and violence, do a man's ofics,
(Erit rith the Child. And draw your sword, to rescue him Don J. Away! So, so; I thought the wine Dex F. He's safe, would do its daty :
Be what he will; and let his foes be devis, She'll kill the child with kindness : t'other glass, Arm'd with your beanty, I shall ess jure the And she had ravish'd me. There is no way Retire; this key will guide you all things secmenty Of bringing women of her age to reason,
Are there before you. But by this: girls of fifteen are caught
1 Cor. All my prayers go with you! Fifty ways; they bite as fast as you throw in; Dore F. Men say, gold But with the old cold 'tis a diff'rent dealing, Does all, engages all works through all dangers : "Tis wine must warm them to their sense of feeling. Now, I say, beauty can do more. The king's a.
Yet, I vow,
My hopes shall die, and my tongue rot within m
Ere I infringe my faith. Now to my rescue. (Ex SCENE I.-A Chamber.
SCENE II.-A Street. Enter Don FREDERICK, and ANTHONY with a candle.
Enter the Duke, pursued by PetrucHIO, ANTONIO,
and that party. Don F. Give me the candle; so, go you out that
Duke. You will not all oppress me?
Don F. And, on your life, sirrah! (ledge; Let me come to him.
(They fight; the Duke fights and retreata. Anth. 'Tis done, sir.
Enter Don Johx. Don F. Nor any serious business that concerns
Don J. Sure, 'tis fighting! Anth. Is the wind there again? (Aside. My friend may be engaga Fie! gentlemen, Don P. Begone!
This is unmanly odds. (Duke falls.) Press upon Anth. I am, sir.
(Esit. A fall’n enemy! it is cowardly: Fred. Now enter without fear.
Thus will I protect him. (Bestrides the Deux Enter First ConstanTIA.
Anto. I'll stop your mouth, sir.
Don J. Nay, then, have at thee freely. And, noble lady,
There's a plum to satisfy your longing. That safety and civility you wish for,
Petr. He's fallen; I hope I bave sped him. Shall trulý here attend you:
Where's Antonio? No wishes,
Anto. I must have one thrust more, sir. Beyond the moderation of a man,
Don J. Come up to me. Dare enter here. Your own desires and innocence,
Anto. A mischief confound your fingers!
He's given me my quietus est; I felt him
Ia my small guts; I'm sure he's feez'd me :
This comes of siding with you. (I do beseech you, sir,) for all your kindness,
Petr. I hear more rescue coming. To render, with my thanks, this worthless trifle :
(Tranepling within [Offers a ring.
Anto. Let's turn back, then ;
My skull's uncloven yet, let me but kill somebody. Are still their own rewards: beaven bless me, lady,
Petr. Away, for heaven's sake, with him! From selling civil courtesies. May it please you,
[They hurry ANTONIO Of If you will force a favour, to oblige me,
Enter the Duke's Party, Draw but that cloud aside, to satisfy me
Don J. Help, gentlemen! How is it? For what good angel l'ın engag'd.
Duke. Well, sir, 1 Con. It shall be ;
Only a little stagger'd. For I am truly confident you're honest :
Duke's Party. Let's pursue them. The piece is scarce worth looking un.
Duke. No; not a man, I charge you. Don F. Trust me,
My thanks to you, brave sir, whose timely valeur The abstract of all beauty, soul of sweetness ! And manly courtesy came to my rescue. What eyes are there!
Don J. You had foul play offer'd you, and shase Noble lady,
befall him If there be any further scrvice to cast on me, That can pass by oppression. Let it be worth my life, so much I honour you- Duke. May I crave, sir,
I Com. Your service is too liberal, worthy sir. But this much honour more, to know your naist, Thus far I shall entreat
And him I am so bound to ? Don F. Command me, lady:
Don J. For the bond, sir, You make your power too poor.
'Tis every good man's tie; to know me furthai,
Will little profit you; I am a stranger;
Nor where to find the place again; but, Frederick, My country, Spain; my name, Don John; a gen- 'Tis no poor one, tleman
That's my best comfort, for't has brought about it That came abroad to travel.
Enough to make it, man. Duke. I have heard, sir,
Don F. Where is't? Much worthy mention of you, yet I find
Don J. At home. Fame short of what you are.
Don F. A saving voyage; but what will you say, Don J. You are pleas'd, sir,
signior, To express your courtesy; may I demand To him that, searching out your serious worship, As freely what you are, and what mischance Has met a stranger fortune ? Cast you into this danger ?
Don J. How, good Frederick ? Duke. For this present
A little squeaking girl to this boy would hit it. I must desire your pardon; you shall know me Don F. No, mine's a nobler venture; what do Ere it be long, sir, and nobler thanks
you think, sir, Than now my will can render.
Of a distress'd lady, one whose beauty
[fellows Don F. A woman of that rare behaviour,
Dwell round about her; of that perfect spiritDuke. No, believe me, sir; pray, use mine, Don J. Ay, marry, sir? For 'twill be hard to find your own now.
Don F. That admirable carriage, Don J. Indeed, I cannot.
That sweetness in discourse : young as the morning, Duke. Indeed, you shall : I can command another. Her blushes staining his. I do beseech you, honour me.
Don J. But where's this creature ? Don J. Well, sir, then I will ;
Shew me but that. And so I'll take my leave.
Don F. That's all one; she's forthcoming.
I have her sure, boy.
What truck betwixt my infant ?
(Exit with his party. Don F. 'Tis too light, sir; Don J. And you in mine.
Stick to your charge, good Don John ; I am well This is some noble fellow !
Don J. But is there such a wench ?
Don F. First tell me this:
Did you not lately, as you walk'd along, Don F. 'Tis his tongue, sure.
Discover people that were arm’d, and likely Don John !
To do offence ? Don J. Don Frederick !
Don J. Yes, marry, and they urg'd it Don F. You're fairly met, sir.
(night, As far as they had spirit. Pr'ythee, tell me, what revelations hast thou had to- Don F. Pray, go forward.
[them, That home was never thought of ?
Don J. A gentleman I found engag'd amongst Don J. Revelations!
It seems, of noble breeding, I'm sure, brave mettle, I'll tell thee, Frederick : but before I tell thee, As I return'd to look you; I set into him, Settle thy understanding.
And without hurt (I thank heaven!) rescu'd him. Don F. 'Tis prepar'd, sir
(Shewing the hat. Don J. Why, then, mark what shall follow : Don F. What the devil's that, John ? This night, Frederick, this wicked night
Don J. Only the laurel I gain'd in the scuffle. Don F. I thought no less.
Don F. Bravo! then all my work is done. Don J. This blind night!
And now, to satisfy you, there is a womanWhat dost thou think I have got ?
Oh! John, there is a womanDon F. What such wanton fellows ought to get. Don J. Oh! Frederick, where is she? (you Don J. Would 'twere no worse! you talk of re- Don F. And one of no less worth than I assure velations,
And, which is more, fall'n under my protection. I have got a revelation will reveal me
Don J. I'm glad of that; forward, sweet FredeAn arrant coxcomb whilst I live.
(too, sir. Don F. What is't?
Don F. And, which is most of all, she is at home, Thou hast lost nothing ?
Don J. Come, let's begone, sir. Don J. No, I have got, I tell thee.
Don F. Yes; but 'tis most certain, Don F. What hast thou got?
You cannot see her, sir. Don J. One of the infantry—a child.
Don J. Why? Don F. How !
Don F. She has sworn me, Don J. A chopping child, man.
That none else shall come near her; not my mother, Don F. 'Give you joy, sir!
Till some doubts are clear'd.
(she in ? Don J. I'U give it you, sir, if it is joy. Frederick, Don J. Not look upon her ? What chamber is This town's abominable, that's the truth on't.
Don F. In ours. Don P. I still told you, John,
Don J. Let's go, I say: Your wenching must come home; I counsell'd you; A woman's oaths are wafers, break with making. But where po grace is.
They must for modesty a little : we all know it. Don J. 'Tis none of mine, man.
Let's go, I say. Don F. Answer the parish so.
Don F. No, I'll assure you, sir. Don J. Cheated, in troth!
Don J. Not see her!
(rick, Peeping into a house, bv whom I know not, I smell an old dog trick of your's. Lookye! FradeNO. 21.