TIBV. I, heele be there too, and my PLAVTIA. TIBV. Yea, and your CORINNA. OVID. True, but my fweet TIBVLLVS, keepe that fecret: I would not, for all Rome, it should be thought, I vaile bright IVLIA vnderneath that name: IVLIA the gemme, and iewell of my foule, 35 That takes her honours from the golden skie, As beautie doth all luftre, from her eye. 40 The ayre respires the pure elyzian sweets, In which the breathes: and from her lookes defcend The glories of the fummer. Heauen fhe is, Prays'd in her felfe aboue all praise: and he, Which heares her speake, would fweare the tune-full orbes 45 Turn'd in his zenith onely. TIBV. PVBLIVS, thou❜lt lose thy felfe. OVID. O, in no labyrinth, can I fafelier erre, Then when I lose my felfe in prayfing her. Hence Law, and welcome, Mufes; though not rich, Yet are you pleasing: let's be reconcilde, 50 And now made one. Hencefoorth, I promise faith, And all my serious houres to spend with you: And with bewitching tones fteales forth my spirit, In IVLIAS name; faire IVLIA: IVLIAS loue 55 Shall be a law, and that sweet law I'le ftudie, The law, and art of facred IVLIAS loue: All other obiects will but abiects prooue. TIBV. Come, wee fhall haue thee as paffionate, as PROPERTIVS, anon. 60 OVID. What, still? TIBV. Still, and ftill more, his grieues doe grow vpon him, As doe his houres. Neuer did I know An vnderstanding spirit fo take to heart 65 The common worke of fate. OVID. O my TIBVLLVS, [286] Let vs not blame him: for, against such chances, The heartieft ftrife of vertue is not proofe. We may read conftancie, and fortitude, 70 To other foules: but had our felues beene ftrooke It would haue crackt our finnewes, fhrunke our veines, 75 And made our verie heart-strings iarre, like his. Or companie will but abate his paffion. TIBV. Content, and I implore the gods, it may. M ALBIVS, CRISPINVS, CHLOE, After CRISPINVS, you are welcome: Pray', vse a ftoole, fir. Your coufin CYTHERIS will come downe presently. Wee are fo bufie for the receiuing of these courtiers here, that I can scarce be a minute with my felfe, for thinking of them: Pray you 5 fit, fir, Pray you fit, fir. CRIS. I am verie well, fir. Ne're trust me, but you are most delicately feated here, full of fweet delight and 79 Exeunt. Q, G, N Finis Actus Primi. Q CYTHERIS.] A Room in Albius's House. Enter ALBIUS and CRISPINUS. G, N 1 Alb. Q, 1716+ 2 coufin] cosen Q (regularly) 3 the] om. 1716 ALBI. I, fir, 'tis a prettie ayre. Thefe courtiers. runne in my minde ftill; I must looke out for IVPITERS fake, fit, fir. Or please you walke into the garden? There's a garden on the back-fide. CRIS. I am most strenuously well, I thanke you, sir. CHLO. Come, bring those perfumes forward a little, and ftrew fome roses, and violets here; Fye, here bee roomes fauour the most pittifully ranke that euer I felt: I crie the gods mercie, my husband's in the winde of vs. ALBI. Why, this is good, excellent, excellent: well faid, my sweet CHLOE. Trimme vp your house most obfequiously. CHLO. For VVLCANVS fake, breathe fomewhere elfe: in troth you ouercome our perfumes exceedingly, you are too predominant. ALBI. Heare but my opinion, sweet wife. CHLO. A pinne for your pinnion. In finceritie, if you be thus fulfome to me in euerie thing, I'le bee diuorc't; Gods my bodie? you know what you were, before I married you; I was a gentlewoman borne, I; I loft all my friends to be a citizens wife; because I heard indeed, they kept their wiues as fine as ladies; and that wee might rule our husbands, like ladies; and doe what wee lifted: doe you thinke I would haue married you, elfe? [287] ALBI. I acknowledge, fweet wife, she speakes the best of any woman in Italy, and mooues as mightily which makes me, I had rather she should make bumpes on my head, as big as my two fingers, then I would offend her. But fweet wife CHLO. Yet againe? I'ft not grace inough for you, that I call you hufband, and you call me wife: but you muft ftill bee poking mee, against my will, to things? 10 air. [Aside.] N ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 35 40 15 Exit. Q Enter CHLOE, and two Maids. G [Exit. Enter CHLOE, with two Maids. N G, N 1716 20 Alb. [Re-entering.] N 36 wife: [to Crispinus.] N 19 mercy, [sees Albius] 27 pinnion] opinion 1692, ALBI. But you know, wife; here are the greatest ladies, and gallanteft gentlemen of ROME, to bee entertain'd in our house now: and I would faine aduise thee, to entertaine them in the best fort, yfaith wife. CHLO. In finceritie, did you euer heare a man talke fo idlely? You would feeme to be mafter? You would haue your spoke in my cart? you would aduise me to entertaine ladies, and gentlemen? because you can marshall your pack-needles, horse-combes, hobbyhorfes, and wall-candlestickes in your ware-house better then I; therefore you can tell how to entertaine ladies, and gentle-folkes better then I? ALBI. O my fweet wife, vpbraid me not with that: "Gaine fauours fweetly from any thing; He that respects to get, must relish all commodities alike; and admit no difference betwixt oade, and frankincenfe; or the most precious balfamum, and a tar-barrell. 45 50 55 60 CHLO. Mary fough: You fell fnuffers too, if you be remembred, but I pray you let mee buy them out of your hand; for I tell you true, I take it highly in fnuffe, to learne how to entertaine gentlefolkes, of you, at these yeeres, I faith. Alas man; there was not a gentleman 65 came to your house i' your tother wiues time, I hope? nor a ladie? nor mufique? nor mafques? Nor you, nor your house were fo much as spoken of, before I difbaft my felfe, from my hood and my fartingall, to thefe bumrowles, and your whale-bone-bodies. ALBI. Looke here, my fweet wife; I am mum, my deare mummia, my balfamum, my fpermacete, and my verie citie offhee has the most beft, true, fæminine wit in ROME! 70 CRIS. I haue heard fo, fir; and doe most vehemently 75 defire to participate the knowledge of her faire features. ALBI. Ah, peace; you fhall heare more anon: bee not seene yet, I pray you; not yet: Obferue. 59 betwixt] between W, G 67 a] om. N masque N 78 Exit. Q, G, N oade] woad N 72 Mumma Q 66 come N Sperma Cete, & Q CHLO. 'Sbodie, giue husbands the head a little more, and they'll bee nothing but head fhortly; whats he there? MAYD. I. I know not forfooth. MAYD. 2. Who would you fpeake with, fir? CRIS. I would speake with my coufin CYTHERIS. 80 MAYD. Hee is one forfooth would speake with his 85 coufin CYTHERIS. CHLO. Is the your cousin, fir? CRIS. Yes in truth, forsooth, for fault of a better. CHLO. Shee is a gentlewoman? [288] CRIS. Or elfe fhe fhould not be my coufin, I 90 affure you. CHLO. Are you a gentleman borne? CRIS. That I am, ladie; you fhall fee mine armes, if't please you. CHLO. No, your legges doe fufficiently fhew you are a gentleman borne, fir: for a man borne vpon little legges, is alwayes a gentleman borne. 95 CRIS. Yet, I pray you, vouchfafe the fight of my armes, Mistresse; for I beare them about me, to haue 'hem feene: my name is CRISPINVS, or CRI-SPINAS 100 indeed; which is well expreft in my armes, (a Face crying in chiefe; and beneath it a blouddie Toe, betweene three Thornes pungent.) CHLO. Then you are welcome, fir; now you are a gentleman borne, I can find in my heart to welcome 105 you: for I am a gentlewoman borne too; and will beare my head high inough, though 'twere my fortune to marrie a tradef-man. CRIS. No doubt of that, sweet feature, your carriage fhewes it in any mans eye, that is carried vpon you 110 with iudgement. 79 Sbodie] om. 1640 forward.] G 106 a] om. 1716 85 2nd Maid. N 89 gentlewoman. 1716+ 108 tradef-man] Flat-cappe Q 88 Cris. [coming 100-103 ()] om. Q 109-111 om. Q |