must leaue them, yong nouice, thou must, they are a fort of poore ftaru'd rafcalls; that are euer wrapt vp in foule linnen; and can boast of nothing but a leane 220 visage, peering out of a feame-rent fute; the very emblemes of beggerie. No, doft heare? turne lawyer, Thou shalt be my folicitor: Tis right, old boy, ist? OVID. fe. You were beft tell it, Captaine. Tvcc. No: fare thou well mine honest horse-man, 225 and thou old beuer. Pray thee Romane, when thou commest to towne, fee me at my lodging, vifit me sometimes thou fhalt be welcome, old boy. Doe not balke me, good fwaggerer. Iove keepe thy chaine from pawning, goe thy waies, if thou lack money, I'le lend 230 thee fome: I'le leaue thee to thy horse, now. Adieu. OVID. fe. Farewell, good Captaine. Tvcc. Boy, you can haue but halfe a share now, boy. OVID. fe. 'Tis a strange boldneffe, that accompanies this fellow: Come. OVID. iu. I'le giue attendance on you, to your horse, fir, please you— 235 OVID. fe. No: keepe your chamber, and fall to your studies; doe fo: the gods of Rome bleffe thee. OVID. iu. And giue me ftomacke to digeft this law, 225 horse-man] Knight Q Romane] Knight Q 236 iu.] om. Q 240 iu.] om. Q' that Q 226 beaver. [to Lupus] G, N 240 245 233 Exit. Q [Exit, followed by Pyrgus. G, N 239 Exeunt. Q Exit with Lupus. G, N 242 of Romane Arts 1640 246 That] Hmh! [284] Of thy great powers in adultrate braines : And defp'rate cenfures ftab at poefie. 250 255 They would admire bright knowledge, and their minds 260 Should ne're descend on fo vnworthy obiects, As gold, or titles: they would dread farre more, To be thought ignorant, then be knowne poore. "The time was once, when wit drown'd wealth: but now, "Your onely barbarisme is t'haue wit, and want. "No matter now in vertue who excells, "He, that hath coine, hath all perfection elfe. 265 Ο VID? OVID. Who's there? Come in. TIBV. Good morrow, Lawyer. OVID. Good morrow (deare TIBVLLVS) welcome: fit downe. TIBV. Not I. what's here? Nay, I will fee it 254 Mufe] Soule Q barism's, to haue Q What: fo hard at it? Let's fee, OVID. Pray thee away 259 desp'rate] dudgeon Q 265 Bar I Tibull. Q SCENA TERTIA. Q Að . . . Ovid.] om. G, N Tib. 1716, W Tib. [within] Ovid! G, N in. Enter Tibullus. G, N 3-4 Whats here? Numa in Decimo nono? | Ouid. Pray thee away. | Q Numa in decimo nono W, G 4 Pray thee] pr'y thee 1640 prithee TIBV. If thrice in field, a man vanquish his foe, How now OVID! Law-cases in verse? OVID. In troth, I know not: they runne from my Vnwittingly, if they be verfe. What's the newes TIBV. Off with this gowne, I come to haue thee OVID. No, good TIBVLLVS, I'm not now in case, OVID. Troth, if I liue, I will new dreffe the law, In fprightly poefies habillaments. TIBV. The hell thou wilt. What, turne law into Thy father has school'd thee, I fee. Here, reade that fame. There's fubiect for you: and if I mistake not, ✓ A Superfedeas to your melancholy. OVID. How! fubfcrib'd IVLIA! ô, my life, my TIBV. Is the mood chang'd? OVID. Mufique of wit! Note for th'harmonious [285] Celestiall accents, how you rauish me! TIBV. What is it, OVID? OVID. That I must meete my IVLIA, the Princesse 5 ΙΟ 15 20 TIBV. Ile faue your paines: it is at ALBIVS house, The iewellers, where the faire LYCORIS lies. 30 OVID. Who? CYTHERIS, CORNELIVS GALLVS loue? 15 habillaments] Acoutrements Q 17 has] hath N 27 at Hart Q I haue] I've W, G, N 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, That takes her honours from the golden skie, 35 As beautie doth all luftre, from her eye. 40 The ayre refpires the pure elyzian sweets, In which the breathes: and from her lookes defcend The glories of the fummer. Heauen she is, Prays'd in her felfe aboue all praise: and he, Which heares her fpeake, 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 lofe 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 : In IVLIAS name; faire IVLIA: IVLIAS loue 55 Shall be a law, and that fweet 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. O, how does my SEXTVS? TIBVS. Faith, full of forrow, for his CYNTHIAS death. 41 Elyzium Q 46 loose Q Q. W 48 loose Q 51 now] new OVID. What, ftill? 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 The common worke of fate. OVID. O my TIBVLLVS, 65 [286] Let vs not blame him: for, against such chances, The heartieft ftrife of vertue is not proofe. We may read constancie, and fortitude, 70 To other foules: but had our felues beene ftrooke With the like planet, had our loues (like his) It would haue crackt our finnewes, shrunke our veines, 75 And made our verie heart-strings iarre, like his. Or companie will but abate his passion. TIBV. Content, and I implore the gods, it may. ALBIVS, CRISPINVS, CHLOE, After CRISPINVs, you are welcome: Pray', víe a MA stoole, fir. Your coufin CYTHERIS will come downe prefently. 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 fit, fir, Pray you fit, fir. CRIS. I am verie well, fir. Ne're truft me, but you are most delicately feated here, full of sweet delight and blandishment! an excellent ayre, an excellent ayre! 79 Exeunt. Q, G, N Finis Actus Primi. Q 5 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 |