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1In hyemalem Scholæ intermissionem Exercitia.
2Intrat Claviger cum 4 Discipulis
3Cl.Jam gaudete, Condiscipuli, jubilate, exultate. Quippe jam nunc
4tempus adest, in quo liceat nobis jocare, pedibus terram pulsare, satur-
5nalitiis ludere nucibus, et linguâ uti vernaculâ, idque sine metu auste-
6-ri Monitoris; et sine periculo Præceptoris ferulæ, et illius virgeæ su-
7-pellectilis, quam, proh dolor! toties totiesque tamdiu sensimus. Appro-
8-pinquat nobis hodie pingue ocium; pingue scilicet ocium, congerro-
9-nes mei.
10Intrat Monitor.
11Tacete inquam. Nam nisi præsentem hanc reverenter habeatis for-
12-tunam, pingue hoc ocium nobis tenue nimis, et macrum erit. Tace-
13-re igitur, et sedere tacitus vosmet omnes, et singulos jubeo, donec Ora-
14-tores nostri justam ociandi veniam impetraverint ab hisce nostris
15Mecænatibus venerandis: ad quos tanquam ad libertatis aram
16confugiunt. Interea temporis tacete, inquam tacete; et sedete
17quieti, non ausi mutire ociandi veniam, priusquam pro nobis oci-
18-um oraverint: et uti spero, fæliciter exoraverint. Suum igitur quisque
19nostrûm capessamus locum, atque altum teneamus silentium.
20Prologus.
21Plurimum nobis in deliciis est vosmet hodie, Auditores undiquaque reve-
22-rendi, huc tutos, atque incolumes convenisse, contrarium licet molien-
23-tibus absconditis Jesuitarum, et Papæ frendentis in Deum, et Regem
24nostrum, Ecclesiamque verè orthodoxam insidiis. Atque hujus gratiâ
25per ineffabilem Dei misericordiam lætamur, atque supra modum exul-
26-tamus, quòd vos adhuc vivitis, et valetis. Bonis ipse, uti spes est,
27auspiciis humillimus prodeo jam nunc Oratorculus, ut sub vestro
28benevolorum patrocinio grammaticales hosce mecum captivos
29prout hyemale tempus, et antiqua hujus Scholæ consuetudo pos-
30-tulat, in libertatem asserere non dedignemini. Hâc freti fiduciâ
Now rejoice fellow pupils, cry out with joy and exult. For the time is now at hand when we are allowed to jest, to beat the earth with our feet, to play with the nuts of the Saturnalia, and use our native tongue: and this without fear of the severe Monitor; without the danger of the Teacher’s rod, and his armoury of birches, which (oh the pain!) we have felt over and over again for so long. Today, fruitful leisure approaches us; that is, productive leisure, my jolly companions.
Silence, I say. For if you do not respectfully partake of the good fortune at hand, this fruitful leisure will be too meagre and poor for us. So I order each and every one of you to be quiet and sit in silence, until our Orators have obtained a fitting permission to enjoy their leisure from these venerable Maecenases of ours: to whom, as it were to the altar of liberty, they flee for succour. In the meantime be silent, I say, be silent; and sit quietly, not venturing to assume permission to enjoy leisure before they have pleaded for the leisure on our behalf; and, as I hope, happily obtained it. Thus let each of us take our own place and maintain deep silence.
It is a great pleasure for us that you, Auditors reverend in every respect, have today gathered here safe and unharmed, notwithstanding the secret plots which aim to the contrary, of the Jesuits, and the Pope gnashing his teeth at God, our King, and a truly orthodox Church. And because of this we rejoice in God’s unutterable mercy, and exult in excess, because you are still alive and healthy. I myself proceed most humbly now, a poor Orator, with good auspices, as I hope that under the protection of your benevolences, according to the demands of the winter season and the ancient custom of this school, you do not disdain to grant these captives of grammar their liberty with me. Relying upon this trust,
1suum quisque nostrum conabitur gravamen vestris benignè auscultan-
2-tium auribus humiliter exhibere. Et speramus unumquemque tam effi-
3-caciter esse oraturum, ut feriandi licentiam in tempus exoraverit.
4Orationes.
5At vero a studiis relaxationem prius sperare non possumus, quàm
6animitus, et gratabundè agnovimus vestra, Mecænates undiquaque
7benignissimi, in hanc scholam; atque in nos ejusdem alumnos quot, &
8quanta sint merita. Quæ graphicè nunc temporis velle describere
9quid obsecro esset aliud, quàm aut stellas numerare; aut ipsum,
10quod aiunt, cælum digito metiri? Ut enim innumera, ita sunt im-
11-mensa. Hæc cum cogito mecum, et cogito quidem sæpe, subit statim
12animum dubitatio; plusne tribuendum sit ipsis hujusce Musarum do-
13-micilii fundatoribus, an potius vobis ejusdem fautoribus, et quasi
14Diis tutelaribus. Quidni autem plurimum tribuamus utrisque? Et illis
15nimirum ob tantam suam in donando liberalitatem; et vobis ob ta-
16lem vestram in conservando curam, et diligentiam. Paucis, si pla-
17-cet, proponam vobis ante oculos quantum nos commodi, atque utili-
18-tatis ex uno solius Scholæ hujus beneficio consequamur plerique om-
19-nes. Parvuli huc mittimur a parentibus, omnis bonæ literaturæ
20prorsus ignari, et malis nonnunquam imbuti moribus. At facti
21majores, docti saltem mediocriter, et bene ut plurimum morati, hinc
22evadimus. Faciunt nimirum hoc salubria Scholæ nostræ a vobis facta
23Statuta. Faciunt etiam quotidiani Præceptoris nostri (quibus nos,
24et nostra debemus omnia) labores, et vigiliæ. Hinc fit ut omnes,
25quos è meliore luto finxit Natura, si vel semel ad salutares hasce
26Musarum ædes discendi causâ accesserint, et meliores multo, et do-
27-ctiores quàm prius, ab iisdem postea discedant. Testor ego, viri,
28vera, et viva morum, meliorisque doctrinæ exemplaria; Non nemi-
29-nem è vobis hujus quondam Scholæ alumnum: Testor complures
30utriusque nunc Academiæ studiosos. Testor denique alios pene infini-
31-tos hîc illic passim agentes. Testor nosmetipsos ferulæ, proh dolor!
32adhuc subjectos. Quorum quidem omnium, siquis fuerit, qui ausit
33affirmare nullum hujusmodi se Scholæ hujus beneficium sensisse,
But surely we cannot hope for a release from our studies before we have heartily, and with congratulations, recognized how many and great – in every respect most beneficent Maecenases –your services are to this school and to us, its nurslings. What else it would be, I pray – should one wish to proffer a graphic description of these services now – than to count the stars; or, as they say, to measure the very sky with your finger? Indeed, as such services are countless, so are they immeasurable. When I contemplate these matters by myself (as, most certainly, I often do), doubts immediately enter my mind as to whether the very founders of this Muses’ domicile should be valued more or, rather, you as its patrons and, so-to-speak, tutelary deities? Then again, why not give both the highest value? To the former certainly for such great generosity in their donations; and to you for such care and diligence in conserving the tradition. In a few words, if you please, I shall set before your eyes how much good and benefit almost all of us gain from one of the services of this single school. We are sent here by our parents when we are very young, utterly ignorant of all good learning, and sometimes infected by bad habits. But it is as those who have grown older, been taught at least moderately well, and become for the most part well-mannered that we leave from here. This is no doubt achieved by our sound school statutes made by you. It is also achieved by the daily toil and vigilance of our Teacher (to which we also owe our everything). From this it ensues, concerning everyone Nature has formed from finer clay, that having once entered this salutary house of Muses in order to learn they will afterward leave the same house as people who are both much better and more learned than before. I call as a witness, men, true and living examples of mores and better learning; I call from amongst you the many former alumni of this School; I call to witness the many present students of both Universities. And finally I call to witness the others, almost beyond reckoning in terms of number, who may be seen here and there in every direction. I call to witness our very selves who are as yet subject to the reed (oh the pain!). However, if there were any one out of all of these who dared to declare that he has not experienced this kind of benefit from this school,
1istum pro certo scitote, aut egregiè mentitum, aut pessime feriatum
2hîc olim homuncionem. Mitto autem hæc; et ad alia hujus tempo-
3-ris magis propria accedo. Præsens hæc Scholæ nostræ solennitas,
4quid sibi velit, adesse credo neminem qui ignoret. Vetus hæc consue-
5-tudo; immo ipsa, si ita loqui liceat, vetustior vetustate hunc diem
6tanquam suum, sibi vendicat proprium, et peculiarem. Partim ut
7specimen aliquod adeptæ eruditionis suæ hujus scholæ Alumni vo-
8-bis exhibeant. Partim ut Præceptori suo certa quædam gratitudi-
9-nis testimonia palam confiteantur. Utrumque ut a nobis exprima-
10-tur, et præstetur melius, en quæ paravimus. Nempe oratiuncu-
11-las quales quales pro virili possumus; lauros; et lumina, quibus
12solenniorem hunc diem pro virili nostra cum gratiarum actione
13illustrare cupimus. Sunt hæc quidem parva, et plane puerilia.
14At sunt tamen quæ nostræ placent, et conveniunt pueritiæ; nec ve-
15-stræ, uti spero, displicebunt humanitati. Hactenus de his non dedig-
16-nati estis, Viri humanissimi, rudentem verius, quàm rhetoricantem
17me audire, idque singulari cum animorum patientia; tum etiam
18summa vestrarum aurium attentione. Sinite nunc unum hoc vos-
19-met orem, et exorem meo, meorumque condiscipulorum nomine, et
20verbum non amplius addam. Instat, aut non abest longè, beatissi-
21-mum illud, si quod totius anni aliud, festum gaudii, atque lætitiæ me-
22-ritò plenissimum. In quo, ut bene nostis, summi, medii, infimi,
23singuli, universi, exceptis tantum Fanaticis, et plures, et hilariores,
24quàm alio quovis reliqui totius anni tempore, ad feriandum dies
25sumunt sibi. An æquum igitur, immo nonne iniquum videtur po-
26-tius, nos hîc tanquam arctiore in carcere clausos, atque vinctos de-
27-tineri, dum alii cælo fruantur liberiore? His ita se habentibus,
28humillimè precamur, ut è vinculis hisce literariis in tempus pau-
29-lisper respiremus. Facite, o viri verè liberales, facite quæsumus
30ut solita, et debita nos hodie potiamur libertate nostra, inquam
31facite. Namque ὑμῶν ἐν γούνασι κεῖται nos vel hîc miserè incarcera-
32-tos relinquere; vel sic liberare paulisper à studiis, ut meritò hoc elo-
33-gium de vobis concinamus. Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci.
let it be known for a certainty that he has either eminently lied, or been badly beaten here as a junior. But I let these considerations go, and enter upon those that belong more to this time. The present celebration of our School, what does it mean? I believe there is no one present who would not know. This old custom – indeed, older than old age itself (if one is allowed the expression) – lays claim to this day as if as it were its own, and private property. Partly in order that the alumni of this School might present evidence of their acquired learning to you. Partly so that they might openly set forth for their Teacher definite evidence of some appreciation. And in order that we might express and better show both of these, behold what we have prepared. Indeed the brief orations (our best, whatever quality they may be), the laurel crowns, and luminaries, offer the means by which, through our panegyric, we wish (to the best of our ability) to do honour to this solemn day. These endeavours are slight, and distinctly puerile. Yet they are pleasing to us, and they suit boyhood; even though, as is my hope, will they not be displeasing to your human natures. Thus far you, most humane men, have not disdained to hear me bellow rather than speak rhetorically about such things: hearing me out not only with remarkable patience of mind, but above all also with greatest attention as listeners. Let me now supplicate you for this one thing, and I will pray in my own and my fellow pupils’ name, without adding a word more. The happiest feast of the entire year (justly, the occasion that is most full of joy and delight), is at hand, or is not far away. In this, as you well know, with the exception only of the Fanatics, all of the noble, the ordinary and the lowest people – both separately and together in greater numbers and with more merriment than at any other time in the rest of the year – use this day for celebration. Indeed, does it not seem right – nay, rather, does it not seem unjust – to detain us here imprisoned and bound as if in a somewhat confined jail, while others enjoy the unrestricted sky? In these circumstances, we most humbly pray that we be relieved for a short time from these bonds of reading and writing. Let it come to pass, oh ye truly liberal men, we implore you, let it come to pass that today we receive our freedom as is customary and due, I say, let it come to pass. For it “lies on your knees” either to abandon us here miserably imprisoned, or to liberate us for a short time from studies so that we may deservedly sing together this maxim of you: He who has joined the useful with the agreeable has carried off every vote.
1Vincula nos semper miseros hîc tanta tenebunt
2Quo luctus, gemitúsque sonant? semperque jacebit
3Mortua libertas? nullusque resuscitet Orpheùs
4A sede infausta, nobis reddatve canendo?
5Carmine tentabo si possem dicere carmen.
6Materiam nobis nam suppeditante dolore
7Deficit ingenium calamo, torpetque cerebrum.
8Atque anni fessam obfuscat nubila mentem.
9Namque informis Hyems gelido nunc sævit ab axe
10Quæ glacie, rigidoque gelu mortalia stringit,
11Humanas tardans mentes. Incongrua Musis
12Tempora nunc regnant. Heliconi excussit honorem,
13Queis Boreas, uruntque hyemalia frigora montem.
14Mons infauste habes strepitus, pro carmine venti,
15Pro Musisque nives. Nunc heu! nunc tempora brumæ
16Damnares, placidas te deseruisse sorores.
17At miseros quantum cruciat nos undique fatum
18Ocia dum petimus, ferimur per mille labores;
19Quotiedieque novis anguntur pectora curis.
20Nam tenebræ, frigus, morbi, atque omnia tandem
21Totas diffundunt vires, ut ritè putetis
22Insanum miseris bellum petiisse Camænis.
23Ergo oro ut tandem post tot, tantosque labores
24Paulisper fessis succedant ocia Nobis,
25Stagnet et ingenium. Pueris sitne utile semper
26Pallere, et lusum toto nescire Decembri?
27En nunc ffesta vocant totum celebrata per orbem:
28Ocia nunc carpit resolutus compede fossor.
29Et mediis lætus nunc Nauta quiescit in undis.
30Gaudia disjunctis bobus quoque carpit arator.
31Agmina Martis opus nec, ut olim, triste fatigat.
32Aspicite astanti lætentur ut omnia festo.
33Sit modus in studiis, sint curis denique fines.
34Torrida namque æstas non semper solibus ardet.
35Perpetui tenebris nec cingunt æthera nimbi.
Shall such great bonds always hold us miserable here / where mourning and lamentation resound? Shall liberty / always lie dead? And shall no Orpheus resuscitate it / from an accursed abode or return it to us by singing? / I shall attempt this with a poem, if only I were able to recite one, / for while suffering provides us with an abundance of subject-matter, / genius deserts the pen, the brain is torpid, / and the cloudy weather of the year darkens the exhausted mind. / For now from the freezing north pole the horrid Winter rages, / attacking mortals with ice and rigid frost, / and slowing human minds. Times unsuitable to the Muses / now reign, when the north wind drives out honour / from Helicon, and the colds of winter burn the mountain. / O unfortunate mountain, possessed of the murmuring wind instead of a poem, / and snows instead of the Muses. Alas! Now you condemn the winter times, / because the gentle sisters have abandoned you. / But how much fate in all respects torments us miserable ones. / While we pursue respite we are carried through a thousand hardships; / and every day our hearts are troubled by new concerns. / For darkness, cold, sicknesses, and finally all things / diffuse out all of our strength, so that you rightly think / it insane to have sought war with the wretched Muses. / Accordingly, I beg that finally after so many and such great labours / rest may follow for a little while to we who are tired, / and mental powers may idle. Is it fitting that boys always / look pale, and have no acquaintance with play during the whole of December? / Look! Now the holidays call and are celebrated throughout the whole world: / now the ditcher, free from his fetters takes pleasure in his ease, / now, amid the waves, a happy seaman rests from work. / The ploughman, too, having unyoked the oxen, takes his delight. / Nor are the troops of Mars, as in time past, wearied by the sorrows of their martial tasks. / Let it come to pass, you bystanders, that through the festival everything is made joyful. / Let studies have their proper measure: let there be, in other words, limits to our troubles. / For the torrid summer does not always blaze with suns, / nor are the skies covered with the darkness of perpetual clouds. /
1Nunc radiat Titan, nunc guttis decidit imber.
2Sic spatiis variaque Deus vice temperat annum,
3Agricolæ ut plenum messis dent semina fructum.
4Solvite nunc igitur, nunc solvite voce precamur
5Vincula tanta Scholæ; ut tanquam ex Phoenice cremata
6Ædibus è patriis nobis renovata resurgat
7Fortis et ingenii vis, purgatumque cerebrum.
8A durissimis Scholæ vinculis tandem aliquando solvi, ut vestra est humani-
9tas, Auditores humanissimi, non omnino desperamus. Nec tamen nimium
10ocii jam nunc petimus. Vetat id Hesiodus noster, dum sic præcipit.
11Μέτρα φυλάuεσθαι· καιρὸς δ᾿ ἐπὶ πᾶσιν ἄρισος.
12Videte obsecro mentes studio, et vigiliis defatigatas, corpora hyemis as-
13-peritate cruciata, et vestimenta dum a parentibus exulamus nonnulli
14trita, lacera, et pannosa. Moveat etiam precamur, quòd jam instat
15Festum si quod anni totius aliud, nobis gratum, fælix, faustumque, necnon
16lætitiæ plenissimum. Quippe parentum, quos diu non vidimus, nunc re-
17-petendæ sunt ædes, ut jucundissimo charissimi patris, et matris indul-
18-gentissimæ conspectu fruamur; ut suavissimos fratres, et sorores deos-
19-culemur; ut veteres vicinos, cognatos, et affines salutemus. Veteri ho-
20-rum fruendi consortio cum rursum facta fuerit potestas nobis, erimus
21profecto omnes perquam alacres, et læti, tanquam a gravi aliquo mor-
22-bo, aut ipsa potius morte redivivi. Quàm ineffabili perfundemur gau-
23-dio, cum hos videbimus? cum visos amplectemur? amplexos ulnis
24hisce tenebimus? Nec enim credo quenquam ex nostris tam degeneris
25esse animi, cujus pectus desideratissimo amicorum conspectu non ge-
26-stiat sibi præ gaudio; et oculus, quod dici solet, dexter non saliat in-
27-timè. Nec minore afficientur interim lætitia visis et nobis Parentes
28nostri, aut gaudio exultabunt leviori: quibus suavissimo liberorum
29bene de se meritorum conspectu nihil solet aut gratius, aut optabi-
30-lius evenire. Filius enim ποίημα τοῦ πατρὸς; et liberi pignora pa-
31-rentum sunt charissima. Liceat igitur, O liceat hos visere, quorum
32videndi studio laboravimus tamdiu, nimis profecto diu! Vetera
33videte vestimenta hæc nostra, obsecro vos videte. Hei mihi! quàm
34sunt contra frigus hoc hybernum tenuia! quàm etiam integrum
Now Titan [=Helios, Sun] smiles, now the rain falls down in drops. / Thus God governs the year with intervals and varying turns, / so that the seeds give the farmer the full produce of the harvest. / Therefore, loose now, we outwardly beseech, loose now / the School’s great fetters, so that, as with the Phoenix consumed by fire, / so from our father’s house may our force of intellect rise again renewed / and strong, and the brain be purged.
We are not entirely hopeless that we are at last finally released from the hardest fetters of the School, in accordance with your humanity, most benevolent Auditors. And by no means do we ask too much rest. Good Hesiod forbids this, when he advises thus: "Observe due measure: and proportion is best in all things." I implore, see the minds exhausted by study and nightly vigils, our bodies afflicted by winter’s harshness, and our clothes, while many of us are living in exile from our parents, are worn, torn and ragged. We also beseech that it moves you for the festival to be already at hand which (out of all else in the whole year) is gratifying, fortunate, and propitious, as well as full of joy to us. For we must now return to the house of our parents, whom we have not seen for a long time, so that we may enjoy the most pleasant sight of the deeply beloved father and the kindest mother; so that we may kiss our sweetest brothers and sisters; that we may pay respects to our old neighbours, kinsmen and relatives by marriage. When we have been given again the opportunity to enjoy the old fellowship of these, we shall indeed all be extremely excited and happy, as if revived from some serious sickness, or rather from death itself. How ineffable will be the joy with which we are filled when we see them; when we shall embrace those we see – and hold them embraced with these arms? For I do not believe anyone of us to be mentally so degenerate, that his heart in the most desired sight of friends will not exult by reason of joy, and whose right eye, as it is the custom to say, would not twitch strongly. Nor, for some time after having seen us, will our parents – to whom nothing more pleasing and desirable normally befalls than the sweetest sight of their well-deserving children – affected by a lesser happiness, or exult with slighter joy. For a son is the work of the father; and children are their parents’ dearest pledges. Therefore, let us (oh let us) visit those whom we have laboured so long to see: really too long. Look at these old garments of ours, I beg you, look at them. Woe is me! How thin are they against this cold of winter! And also how /
1jam annum utendo trita et lacera! Præter parentes quod sciam ne-
2-mo nova nobis parabit. Ecquis hîc vestrûm est, Auditores, qui para-
3-turum se mihi promittit? id dubito sane. Et vereor tamen ne quis
4promittat sub conditione. Data autem optione mihi mallem ego, ut
5apertè loquar, et ingenuè, novis vestimentis domi Parentis carere,
6quàm novis donatus, hoc præsertim natalitiorum festo, hîc in scho-
7-la ærumnarum labyrintho permanere. Nec est dubium, quin idem
8mecum sentient, etsi sedeant nunc, et sileant, condiscipuli ad unum
9omnes mei. Jam verbo ut perstringam omnia; ne molestiam au-
10-ditoribus accumulem tam benevolis ulterius progrediendo. Per ego
11vos igitur Hyemis asperitatem studiis nostris infestissimam; per
12lusum (cujus et vos olim fuistis amatores) nobis jucundissimum;
13per parentes charissimos; per fratres amicissimos; per sorores sua-
14-vissimas; per amicos familiares, affines, et cognatos (quos diu jam
15non vidimus) longè optatissimos; per vetera denique vestimenta hæc
16nostra (absit verbis nausea) vestimenta hæc inquam dudum lacera,
17nunc etiam pannosa: per hæc omnia vos oro, obtestorque meo, et con-
18-discipulorum nomine, ut solitam a studiis intermissionem conceda-
19-tis; Et ore uno illud Palæmonis apud Virgilium unanimiter pronun-
20-cietisClaudite jam rivos, Pueri, sat prata biberunt.
21A
22CONTENTION
23for
24HONOUR & RICHES
25Written by
26James Shirley
27As it was acted by the Scholars in the
28King-schoole
29at
30Christmas
31.
worn and torn as we’ve already been using them for a whole year! Excepting our parents, as far as I know, no one will provide us new ones. Is there anyone here among you, Auditors, who promises to provide me these? I certainly doubt it (even though I fear that someone might promise conditionally). However, to put it plainly and frankly, if I am given a choice, I would rather be at my father’s house without new clothes than remain here in the school’s labyrinth of toils with donated new ones, especially during this Christmas holiday. And there is no doubt that my fellow pupils all to a man feel the same, even though they are now seated and silent. Now, to draw together everything with a word, so that I do not increase the annoyance of my so benevolent auditors by proceeding further: for the sake of the winter’s harshness most troublesome to our studies; for the sake of playing (which you, too, once loved, and is for us most pleasing); for the sake of parents most beloved; for the sake of brothers most amicable; for the sake of sisters most sweet, for the sake of by far our dearest family friends, in-laws and kinsmen (whom we have not seen for a long time); and finally for the sake of these old garments of ours (may the nausea be absent from my words), these garments, I insist, a little while ago torn, now also ragged; for the sake of all these I beg and entreat you, in my own and in my fellow pupils’ name, that you grant the customary intermission in studies; and that with one mouth you unanimously pronounce Palaemon’s utterance in Virgil: "Shut off the springs now, lads; the meadows have drunk enough".
1The Speakers
2
Ingenuity a Scholler Honour Women  
3
Courtier Riches   
4
Souldier Honesty   
5
Clod a Countryman No-pay  Mutes
6
Gettings a Citizen Long-vacation   
7
 Foul-weather-in-Harvest   
8Enter Riches & Ingenuity.
9Ing:My Lady desires to speak with you.
10Ri.Your Lady? Who’s your Lady? Ing:The Lady Honour.
11Ri:Let Honour come to Riches. It will not disparage her, my Friend.
12Ing:Shee is not well
13Ri:Honour is seldom sound. What ailes her Ladiship?
14Ing:Shee had a fall lately. Ri:A fall? Ing.And spraind her foot.
15Ri:Teach her to climb. Shee’s soe ambitious.
16Ing:Please you to doe her the favour, shee will wait on your Ladiship
17another time. Ri:I cannot come. Ing.Good Madam.
18Ri:I have the gout. Ing:You may command a Coach.
19Ri:Riches I know may command any thing. But I doe not use to
20come to every one that desires my company. Beside my servants are
21abroad. And it becomes mee not to goe soe unattended.
22Ing:I shall be fortunate, if you accept my service.
23Ri:Is that state enough for mee? Although it be in fashion with
24your Lord to amble with his Footman, and Page; I use to have more
25followers.
26Ing:Great Ladies have noe such train: many are held superfluous.
27The Gentleman-usher now a days is thought sufficient for a Coun-
28-tess. Nay, for two take him by turnes; and yet he may be courteous
29to the waiting Gentlewoman.
30Ri:You assume, methinks, much liberty in talking. What’s your
31name? Ing:They which know mee call mee Ingenuity.
1Ri:Ingenuity? Out upon thee! I suspect you are a Scholar.
2Ing:I haue studyed arts.
3Ri:Defend mee from his witchcraft! — Had thy Mistris none but
4a Scholar to employ upon her complements to mee? One whose pro-
5-fession I hate; whose memory is my disease; and conversation
6death? How ranck he smells of Aristotle, and the musty Tribe of
7worm-eaten Philosophers? Get from mee. I will endure the Bears,
8and their provision; Lie in an Hospital, or with French-footmen;
9feed with Prisoners; or be rack’d at Westminster; nay dye, and make
10poor Orphans my Executors, ere be confin’d to hear thy learned non-
11-sence.
12Ing:Why should you be such an enemy to scholars? They waste Mi-
13nerva’s precious dew, their sweat to gain your favour; and would
14think themselves bless’d, when your golden beams but shine upon ’em
15Ri:Tis not your flattery can win upon mee. Goe, and declaime
16against mee, good Diogenes: admire a vertuous poverty, and
17nakedness; call Fortune whore; and write whole volumes in the
18praise of hunger, and your lowsie wardrobe; yes teach the world
19Riches is grown a monster; and that shee dotes on ignorance. These
20are your vulgar doctrines, and I pray pursue ’em, my most immor-
21-tall begger; and get fame with some twice sodden pamphlet, till
22you make Submission to my fool in hopes of the reversion of his
23Grooms bare livery. Your theses and your Syllogismes will noe
24doubt convert the Beadle, and the dog whip.
25Ing:Be pleas’d to hear mee speak
26Ri:What impudence does this appear, you should desire that fa-
27-vour? Have I not given testimonye to the world sufficiently, I doe
28not love a Scholar?
29Ing:Indure mee for my Mistresse Lady Honour.
30Ri:I wonder what shee meant to entertain thee! Away, dispute
31noe further. If you move mee to more impatience, Riches will find
32wayes to curbb your insolence. Tis not your pretence to Honours
33service can protect you from my anger. I have Kindred and Ac-
1-quaintance shall with their breath blow thee beyond the Sea. Or
2if I should be mercifull, and lett thee enjoy thy Country, never hope
3to arrive at above a pension that will find you woollen, a Pedant,
4or Vicaridge preferment, gelded sufficiently by the improper Par-
5-son, is all your witt must hope for. And take heed that you be mo-
6-dest then. Noe coat, nor Cassock can charm you; if I offer to com-
7-plain, I shall put your Divinity to silence.
8Ing:I despise thy womanish threats, and shall account myselfe
9happy without thy favour. O Philosophy, assist thy poor admirer,
10and infuse a noble fortitude to scorn her malice. I have noe thought
11but has a triumph o’er thy base conspiracy. Welcome my dear Books,
12and Contemplation, that shall feed my Soul to immortality. Let Pup-
13-pets dote upon thy gifts, and sell their priviledge for gaudy clothes, &
14Epicurean surfetts, lust, and a catalogue of rich mens sinns, that
15shall like plummets hang upon their heart, when wings are most re-
16quired. Keep thy resolve; and be an enemy to learning still; that, when
17wee find a Scholar by thee favour’d, wee may suspect him counterfeit
18and a Dunce. Honour will be my Mistriss. Whose least smile I value
19above all thy pride, or treasures. And shee will scorn thee too. Farwell,
20gay Madam, a painted tomb though glorious to the eye corruption
21dwells within thee.Exit.
22Ri:Foule mouth Satyr. But tis some punishment to let him waste his
23spirits with his railing. Let him fret, it may consume him without more
24diseases. Let him dye any way. Men of his quality are living but unprofi-
25-table burdens to the earth; as they were born to consume fruits, and
26talk of needless sciences. — Who are these? My ancient sutors Clod
27the Country-man, and Gettings the rich Citizen?
28Enter Clod, & Gettings.
29Get:Shee’s here. Good morrow to the starr of my delight, whose beams
30more glorious doe eclipse the Sun, and cast a richer warmth about
31the world. Ri:How? turn’d Poet?
32Get:Fear mee not, Lady. I am none of those were born to’t. I had
33rather be a Jew then christned in Parnassus pompe. I haue nothing
34but the knuckles, and the rumpes of Poetry.
1Ri:Take heed in time, lest you become infected with wit. I doe not love
2poetick fancies; nor any thing that trenches on the Muses. They were
3Baggages, and Phoebus their protectour, deserv’d the whiping post.
4Get:I have read he was a common Piper; and those nine were Gipsies,
5that liv’d by cheating Palmestry.
6Ri:I like it, when you doe rail at learning. I allow you to read a
7Ballad, and ridiculous Pamphlets writ on the strength of Beer, or some
8dull\liquor. But if you smell profane Sack in a Poem come not within
9a league of understanding, as you respect my favour.
10Get:I am instructed
11Ri:But why does Clod stand all this while soe mute?
12Cl:Either I am Iohn a Noakes, or I am not Iohn a Noakes
13Ri:Hee’s dreaming of his Horses.
14Cl:Gee, sweet Lady, I am all to be mired in your beauty. The horses
15of my imagination are foundred in the highway of your perfections.
16For I am deep in love with your Ladiship, though I doe not wear such
17fine clothes as Mr Gettings here, and soe much out of fashion. For
18if I commend my Doublet, I must speak fustian; yet my heart is
19cut and slash’d; and I defie any man that has a better stomack to
20you in the way of Matrimony.
21Get:Noe comparison, Mr Clod.
22Cl:Let him be odious that names comparison. For my part, I scorn
23’em all, and the degrees. GetYou are very positive.
24Cl.Doest thou positive mee? And my Mistress were not here, thou
25shouldst find Clod is made of an other gess mould then to endure
26thy affronts Ri:If you quarrel, I am gone.
27Get:Nay, nay, sweet Lady, wee shall be friends again.
28Ri:I hope it will not stretch to a duellExit.
29Get.Duel? You will not provoke mee, Clod, will you? if you doe
30Cl:I will provoke any man living in the way of love. Get:How?
31Cl:He that shall goe a wooing to my Mistriss, I will provoke him,
32and he were my Father.
33Get:You are a durty fellow, Clod. And if I had met thee that year
34I was Scavenger, I would have had thee carted.
35Cl:Mee carted? Cart thy Bawds. There be enow within the Walls.
36Doest tell mee of a Scavenger? A fart for thy office. I am a better
1man in the Country then the Constable himselfe. And doe tell thee
2to thy face, though I am plain Clod, I care not a beanstalk for
3the best What-lack-you of you all; noe not the next day after
4Simon and Iude when you goe a feasting to Westminster with
5your Gally foist, and your Pot-gunns, to the very terrour of the Paper-
6-whales; when you land in sholes, and make the understanders
7in Cheapside wonder to see shipps swime upon mens shoulders;
8when the Fencers flourish, and make the Kings liege people fall
9down, and worship the Devil and Saint Dunstan; when your
10whifflers are hang’d in chains; and Hercules’s clubb spits fire
11about the Pageants, though the poor Children catch cold, that shew
12like painted cloth, and are only kept alive with Sugar plumms.
13With whom when the word is given, you march to Guild-hall,
14with every man his spoon in his pocket; where you look upon the
15Giants, and feed like Sarazens till you have noe stomack to
16Pauls in the afternoon. I haue seen your Processions; and heard
17your Lions, and Camels make speeches, instead of Grace before,
18and after dinner. I haue heard Songs too; or somthing like ’em
19But the Porters have had the burden, who were kept sober at the
20City charge two dayes before to keep time, and tune with their
21feet. For bragg what you will of your charge, all your pomp
22lies upon their back. Get.Soe, soe
23Cl:Must this day’s pride soe blow you up, that a Country mans
24tale may not be heard? Get.That day’s pride?
25Cl:Or what is’t make you Gamboll soe?
26Get.Why anger has made you witty, Countryman.
27Cl.Thou lyest, and I was born out of the sound of your Pancake
28bell; and I am none of thy Countryman. I cannot abide to see
29a proud fellow. And it were not for us in the Country, you would
30have but a lean City. Wee maintain your Charter, and your
31Chamber too. You would have but ill marketts, if wee should
32forswear to furnish ’em; where were your hides, horns, and plen-
33-ty of other provision? Your wives could not doe as they doe with
1your short yard, and your false light, and the Country should not come
2in upon them. Come, you cannot live without us. You may be call’d a
3body Politick, but the Country is the Soul. And therefore subscribe, and
4give way to mee.
5Get:The high-way, but not the wall in London. Doe you know where
6you are, and what you have talk’d all this while? An Informer
7would squeeze your trunk-hose for this, and teach you to know your
8Termes, and your Attornies.
9Cl:I’ll have as good law for my money as the best of you. I know
10what belongs to it. I have almost broke the Parson of the parish
11already about his Tithe-eggs
12Get:Why thou lump of ignorance, leather and husbandry ill com-
13-pounded, thou that hast been soe long a dunghill till the weeds have
14overgrown thee, and a farr off hast cozen’d a hors; thou, that doest
15whistle out thy Prayers, and wo’not change thy durty soyl for soe
16many acres in Paradise; not leave thy share o’the Plow, for Saint
17Peter’s patrimony; thou, that weret begot upon a Haymow, bred in
18thy Fathers stable, and out-dung’d his Cattell; thou, that at One
19and Twenty weret only able to write a Sheeps mark in Tarr, and
20read thy own Capital letter, like a gallows upon a Cows buttock;
21you that allow noe Scripture Canonical, but an Almanack which
22makes you weather wise, and puts you in hope of a dear Year.
23Let the Country starve, and the Poor grind provender, so the mar-
24-ket rise: let your soul fall to the Devil among the Cornecutters. I am asha-
25-med to hold discourse any longer with thee. Only one word. I would ad-
26vise you to let your action of love fall, and be content to marry with
27Malkin in the Country. Shee can churme well, and humble herselfe be-
28hind a hedge. For this Lady is noe lettice for your lipps. Goe goe med-
29-dle with your jades, and exercise a whip among your bread and cheese
30eaters. Cl.Sirrah Cit, I doe challenge thee. Get:What weapon?
31Cl:The next Cutler shall furnish us both. If thou hast any metall, let
32us try before wee part who is the better man.
33Get:If thou hast any ambition to be beaten to dust, Clod, thank your-
34-selfe.
35Cl:I will slash thy skin like a Summer doublet. Come thy wayes.
1Enter a Courtier & Souldier, courting Honour, Ingenuity.
2Co.Look this way, Lady, and in me behold your truest servant.
3So:Tis but airy courtship that he professes. Look upon me, Lady that
4can be active in your service.
5In:Tis the Courtier, and the Souldier pleading their affection to my Mis-
6-tresse Lady Honour. I wo’ not interrupt them yet. I cannot find by her
7countenance that shee enclines to either.
8Co:Bless mee but with one smile. If you did know with what devotion
9my soul lookes on you; how next to my religion I have placed, if not a-
10-bove it, your bright excellence; how long since I first vowed myselfe
11your captive, that eye would dain some influence.
12So:I have noe stock of soft, and melting words to charm you. Such silk-
13-en language wee are strangers too. Wee are us’d to other Dialect, and
14imitate the Drum, bold Artillery: Can you love mee? When I have mar-
15-ched upon the dreadfull Cannon, my heart was fixt on Honour; nor
16could death in all her shapes of horror tempt one thought to base re-
17-tire, when no voice could be heard but Thunder; and noe object seen
18but lightning, which seem’d to have been struck from the first Cha-
19-os; so great a darkness had eclips’d the Sun. Yet then I thought on
20Honour, and lookt in their lives that sunk about mee. Every body I
21trod upon (For now the dead had buried the earth.) gave me addi-
22-tion to Heaven. Where in my imagination I saw thee charioted, and
23dropping down a garland.
24Ho:Noe more. These are but complements of Warrs; perhaps some
25studied speech. I love your quality; but am not caught with these
26Hyperboles. Honour’s not won with words. True valour needs noe paint
27of ostentation. The wound that has the greatest orifice includes not
28the greatest danger.
29In:Shee has quash’d his Culvering: and now he’s swearing out some
30prayers.
31Co:Shee’s mine. Thus lookt the Moon, when with her virgin fires she
32went in progress to the mountain Latmos to visit her Endimion. Yet I
33injure your beauty to compare it to her orbe of silver light. The Sun
34from which shee borrows that makes her up the nightly lamp of Hea-
35-ven, has in his stock of beams not half your lusture. Enrich the
1earth still with your sacred presence. Upon each object throw a glorious Starr
2created by your sight; that when the learn’d Astronomer comes forth
3to examine heaven, he may find two, and be himselfe divided which
4he should first contemplate Ho:You both love mee.
5Co:But I the best. So:How Sr, the best?
6Co:E’er since I knew the Court, I had noe other study but to advance
7myselfe to Honour. All my suites have been directed to this one, that
8Honour would fix mee among those other Constellations that shine a-
9-bout the King. Tis in thy love to plant a Coronet here. And then I dare
10justle the proudest Heroe; and be inscrib’d a Demi-god; frown dead the
11humble mortall; and with my breath call back their soules again. What
12cannot Honour doe?
13Ho:Not that you boast. True Honour makes not proud, not takes de-
14-light i’th’ ruine of poor vertue
15So.Sr, you said you lov’d her best. Co:And will maintaine it.
16So:You cannot; dare not. Co:Dare not?
17Ho:Soe peremptory. Honour may in time find wayes to tame the
18insolent Lady Riches. But leave her to her pride.
19In:The Courtier, & the Souldier look as they would quarrell.
20Ho:Let ’em. You see how they pursue mee still. But Honour is not soe
21easily obtain’d.
22In:They are gay creatures, and conspicuous in the world.
23Ho:But noe such miracles. Gentlemen, you promise some spirit
24in you. There’s noe way to make mee confident of your worth but by
25your action. In briefe, if you be ambitious of Honour, you must fight
26for mee: And as Fame shall give mee your Character, I shall distin-
27-guish you, and cheerish worth. Mean time I take my leave. Come
28Ingenuity, you and I must have some private conference. I dare
29trust your bosome with some thing of more weight.
30In:I am then happy, when you command me service.
31Ho:And I keep a register of all, and though delayed forget not the
32reward.Exeunt Hon: Ing:
33So:Heark, Master Cringe, how doe ye like her sentence? If you
34mean to have Honour, you must fight for’t. Not oyl’d speeches, nor
35crinkling in the hamms will carry her. You have worne a sword
36thus long to shew the hilt; now let the blade appear.
1Co:Good Captain voyce it shall; and teach you manners. I have
2yet noe ague; I can look upon your buffe, and punto beard, and
3call for no strong waters. I am noe Tavern gull that wants protecti-
4-on, whom you with oathes doe use to mortifye, and swear into the
5payments of all reckonings, upon whose credit you wear belt and
6feather, top & top gallant, and can make him seal at midnight to
7your Taylour, goe invite young Gentlemen to dinner, and then pawn
8them, or valiantly with some of your own file conspire a sconce, or
9to a bawdy house march with your regiment, and kick the leverets;
10make cullice o’the Bawds; yet be made friends before the Constable
11be sent for; and run to the ticket for the pox. These services I doe
12presume you are acquainted with. So:Musk-Cat.
13Co:Or wert thou what thou seem’st a Souldier, For soe much good I
14wish thee for my honour when I have kill’d thee.
15So:Sirrah Civet-box.
16CoLet mee ask your Soldiership but one cold question. If Lady Ho-
17-nour, whom you have presum’d without good manners to affect, should
18possibly descend to marry thee; prithee, what joynture couldst thou
19make her? So:Joynture?
20Co.I’ll admit for arguments sake, thou art a Souldier. Perhaps you
21will give her a catalogue of Townes, or Leaguers, the names of brid-
22-ges broken down, your nose in time may make another; you will
23tell her of onslaughts, Bulwarks, Barricado, Forts, of Cannon, Culve-
24-ring, Scarrs, and a rabble of your Artillery, which you have cond by
25heart: a role of Captains names perhaps you have in ready wounds,
26some twenty idle, admit it; and in diseases can assure her forty.
27This wo’not doe. Shee cannot eat a snapsack, nor carry baggage,
28lye in your foul Hut, and roast your pullen. For whose precious theft
29you and the Gibbet fear to be acquainted; if you returne into your
30wholsome Country upon your honourable wooden leggs. The houses
31of correction are noe Palaces; and Passes must be had, or else the Bea-
32-dles will not be satisfied. The Treasurers name and Twelve pence
33for your service i’th’ Low countries, and spending of your blood for
34doughty Dutchmen, that would have hang’d you there; but in
1their charity you were reserv’d for beggery at home, is noe inheritance
2I take it, Sir.
3So:Haue you done yet?
4Co:I have not much more to say.
5So:It does appear by all this prattle then, you doe not know mee,
6and have ta’en too much on trust to talk of Souldier. A name thou
7hast not deserv’d to mention. Because some fellows here have brag’d,
8and perhaps beaten you, and some other of your satten Tribe into
9belief that they have seen the warrs; that perhaps mustered at Mile-
10-end, or Finesbury. Must the true sonnes of courage be thus disho-
11-nour’d; and their character defac’d by such prodigious breath? Must
12wee, wee that for Honour, and your safeties suffer, what in the repe-
13-tition would fright your pale souls from you, when perhaps you
14foot a Jigg at home, and revel with your Lady, be thus rewarded?
15Happy they that dyed their Country sacrifice to prevent the shame
16of living with such popular Drones. But I should wrong our glori-
17-ous profession by any arguments, to make thee sensible of what
18wee are. It shall suffice to publish what is not now in ignorant sup-
19-position, but truth, of your gay quality, and vertues. You are a
20Courtier
21Co:Very good.
22So:Not soe. If such there be, I talk not to them now, but to thee,
23Phantasme, of whom men doe doubt whether thou hast a soul. Thou
24that dost think it the better, and more gratefull part of thy religion
25to wear good clothes, and suffer more paines at buttoning of thy gaw-
26dy doublet, then thou durst take for Heaven. Thou hast divided thy
27flattery into several articles; and hast soe often called your great men
28gods, that tis become thy Creed, and thou dost now believe no other.
29Thou wilt take a bribe to undoe a Nation, and sell thy Country men
30to as many persecutions as the Devil. Thou art beholding to thy
31pride, it has made thee thy own Selfe-lover. For without it none else
32affecting thee I doe now see. What else could keep thee from despair,
33and drowning? Thy wantonness has made thy body poor, but not
34in shew. For though thy back have pay’d for’t, it wears rich trappings.
35Art may help your leggs, but cannot cure your dancing. That, and
1pepper avoid with like discretion. One betrays you at dinner, and
2the other between meales. Goe purchase lands, and a fair house,
3which must when thou livest in it be an Hospitall, and owe no other
4body for diseases: Co:Pray come, and take a chamber.
5So:Thou hast ignorance, and impudence enough for twenty Alchymists
6Co:I’ll hear no more.
7So:A little, I’ll intreat you. You shall be beaten afterward, ne’er fear it
8Co:Dar’st thou blaspheme the Court?
9So:I honour it, and all the noble ornaments of State, that, like
10Pomegranats in old Aarons coat adorn the Prince that wears ’em. But
11such Courtiers that coozen us like Glow-wormes in the night, or rotten
12wood, I hate. And in their number for this time be content I list
13your Worship.
14Co:How doe you know what I am? or what title perhaps I wear?
15So:I know thee by the wrong to Souldiers.
16Co:I speak of such as thou weret. And I dare maintaine, and write
17as much in thy own blood.Enter HonestyDost thou
18not see Honesty?
19So:Honesty? What hast thou to doe with Honesty?
20Co:I never could endure her. Shee appears more terrible then a Ghost.
21I have no stomach to fight. My blood is frozen in my veins. Shee is
22a thousand punishments at once. Now would I give my Office to be
23at peace with myne own Conscience. Hah! Shee does pursue mee.
24So:These are idle imaginations. Collect yourselfe, good Courtier, and
25remember what wee are to doe; or I shall — Hah!
26Enter No-pay
27Co.What’s the matter? more terrour?
28So:I am cold too. Co:Another apparition?
29So.You may know him by a jaw-falln tis No-pay. And what a com-
30-fort No-pay’s to a Souldier, I appeal to a Councel of warr. The Devil is
31not soe full of horror. No-pay? I’ll not fight a stroke, though I were
32sure to clear the Empire.Exeunt.
33Enter Gettings & Clod arm’d.
34Get:Our weapons length are even: but you’ll find there is such odds
1betwixt us, nought but Death can reconcile our difference.
2Cl:Deny your major. I think I heard a Scholar use that word against
3Bellarmine. Yes, I’ll stand to’t. For if nought but death can reconcile
4our difference, wee must both be kill'd. No, prepare thyselfe, I hope to
5send thee to Heaven, and be farr enough off ere Sunsett. If thou hast
6made thy Will, let them prove it when thou art dead, and bury thee
7accordingly. Thy wife will have cause to thank mee: it will be a good
8hearing to the poor of the Parish; happy man by his dole. Besides, the
9Blue-coats can but comfort thy Kindred with singing, and rejoycing
10at thy Funeral. Come on thy wayes.
11Get:Y’are very round, Clod. I doe not think you have practis’d Fen-
12-cing of late. This is a weapon you are not us’d to. A Pitch-fork were
13more convenient for you to manage.
14Cl:A Pitch-forke? Thou shalt know thy destiny by this, though it
15have but one point. I know where thy heart lies. I desire noe more,
16and less would satisfie mee. Unless thou wilt eat thy words, and confess
17thou hast wrong’d mee, out it shall. I have a stomach to cut thee up,
18and my sword has a pretty edge of itselfe; and my greatest grief is,
19that I owe thee nothing, to discharge all together. But ’tis noe matter,
20I can but kill thee.
21Get:You cannot sure. For ought I see in your countenance you are
22not long-liv’d yourselfe. You have but a tallow complexion. Doe
23you know what ground you stand upon, Clod? Cl:Ground?
24Get:You may tread upon your grave now, for all this blustering.
25Cl:Thou liest, there’s more to provoke thee. No, I came not hither
26to dye. And I wo’ not be buryed at any mans discretion. My father
27was buryed i’the Country, and my Grandfather, and his Father be-
28-fore him. And, if I live, I’ll be buried there myselfe. But what doe
29wee lose time? Look to thy head. For I will make an even reckon-
30-ing with thy shoulders presently. — Ha! — hold, alas! I will
31Enter Foul-weather-in-Harvest.
32not fight. I have noe heart to lift up a weapon.
33Get:You were fire and tow but e’en now.
34Cl:But here’s water. Doest not see? I shall be undone.
1Get.Who is this?
2Cl:Why, tis Foul-weather-in-Harvest. All spoil’d. I will not have
3thy heart now, and thou wouldst give’t mee.
4Get:Tis well some thing will cool you, after so much thunder. But
5it will not quench the fire of my anger. I doe not use to put up
6these things when I am drawn to’t. Your Foul weather is nothing
7to the business in hand. Therefore submit thy neck to my execution, or —
8Cl:Kill mee. I’ll forgive thee. I shall have noe Harvest this year.
9Get:And thou hadst as many heads as Hydra —
10Enter Long-Vacation
11Hah! I’ll not hurt a hair. I am frighted at my heart. You had not
12soe wet, but wee are like to have as dry a time of’t. I stood upon
13Tearms before. This is Long-Vacation. Cl:Long-Vacation?
14Get:I dream’d of a dry Summer. He will consume mee. It will be a
15thousand years till Michaelmas. Prithee, let’s be friends. For my
16part I have noe hope of Riches.
17Cl:And I but little, if this weather hold [Enter Riches] Here shee comes.
18Ri:Where be these friends of mine? Alas! What mean you? I am
19faint with seeking you, to stay your fury. For I was told your bloody
20resolutions. You should be a man of Government. Are these the
21ensignes of the City? Will you give without the Herald in your
22armes a sword to the old City Daggar You wear a Gown the
23embleme of peace. Will you defile your gravity with Basket-hilt
24and Bilboe? And you bold Yeoman, that like a rieke of hay hath
25stood the shock of Winter, and grew white with snow of age, is
26this an instrument for you? But I am confident that you will say
27tis love of mee hath brought to the field. And therefore to
28prevent future mischief, I determine here to declare myselfe. But
29first conjoyn your loving hands, and vow a constant friendship.
30Then one of you I’ll choose my husband
31
G. By our seven gates, that doe let in By the Shrives post, and the Hall
32
 Every day noe little Sin. Ycleped Guild, and London wall:
33
 By the sword wch wee advance By our Royal Change which yeilds
34
 And the cap of Maintenance: Gentile ware; and by More-fields
1
By our thrice burnt famous Steeple, I am friends with him till he dies
2
That did overlook the people, And love him like my liberties.
3
Cheapside Cross, and loud Bow-bell, Soe help mee Riches; what I speak,
4
And by all that wish it well: The Citizen will never break.
5Ri:What say you?
6
Cl By my Cart, & by my Plough, In thy love I overtake thee
7
 My dun Mare, & best red Cow Else my whistling quite forsake mee,
8
 By my Barn, & fattest Weather, And let me ever lye, which worse is,
9
 My grounds, & all my State together; At rack and manger with my Horses.
10Ri:Then Master Clod. —
11Cl:Ha ha, with all my heart. Am I the man?
12Ri:The man I must intreat to have some patience. I doe imagine
13you affect me dearly; and would make much of Riches
14Cl:There’s no Lady that shall outshine my Darling. Tis noe matter
15though I be in Russet all the week, Riches shall live like a Lady, have
16perfum’d linnen, costly gownes, and Peticoats worth taking up. And
17as the fashion is I will put thee into a bagg.
18Ri:This wo’ not, Sr, agree with your condition, to keep me brave.
19The Country cut must be observ’d.
20Cl.Hang Country Cuts! Doe but marry mee —
21Ri.But this is not my exception. There is more that interdicts our
22marriage. For though you are willing to conceal it, Master Clod, yet
23you and I are kindred, at least Cousins.
24Cl:Why, is not your name Riches?
25Ri:Though my name be Riches; yet my mother was a Clod. Shee
26married rich earth of America. Where I was born a durty family:
27but many matches have refin’d us now, and wee are called Riches.
28Cl.If you were born in America, wee are but kindred afarr off.
29Ri.Let us not confound our Genealogies.
30Cl.I would be loth to marry an Infidel born. And yet I like your
31complexion soe well, that —
32Ri.No, I am reserv’d for thee. And here I plant my best affections.
33Get:Welcome to my heart. How I doe love thee, Riches! O my Soul,
34wee’ll marry straight.
35Ri.And thus much for your comfort. Nay, droop not, Clod. Though
1I be wife to him. Yet if I bury Gettings, I’ll be thine, and carry Lon-
2don with us into the Country.
3Cl.After this rate you are my wife in Law. Well, give you joy.
4G.Methinks I fumble my gold chain already - But who are these.
5Enter Courtier & Souldier.
6Co:No Honour to be found
7So:Let us inquire of these. Did any see the Lady Honour?
8G:What care wee for Honour, soe wee have Riches?
9Co:Ha? I have been acquainted with this Lady.
10Ri:I was at Court the last week, Sir. Co:I remember.
11So:I have seen her somwhere too. Ri:I have been a Traveller.
12So:Were you never taken by the Hollander?
13Ri:I was in the Plate-fleet.
14So:Baser los manos Signiora
15Ri:I have almost forgot my Spanish. But after a little practice I may
16recover it.
17Cl.I know not Honour if I see her. I have heard of such a Lady. Ten
18to one but Riches can direct you to her.
19Ri:I apprehend your desires, Sir, and will direct you
20Co.I am your servant Lady.
21Ri:But first, Mr Gettings, know these Gentlemen.
22G.They are in my books already. Pray Gentlemen know my Com-
23-modities. When I have married Riches, I shall be better able to furnish
24you
25Co.Wee wish you joy. So:And shall remain your debtours.
26G.I make noe doubt
27Co.But here’s the Lady whom wee enquire for.
28So:Shee has Musick to attend her.[Musick. Enter Hon: & Ing]
29Ha! the Scholar? The case is alter’d. Is not that Ingenuity?
30Co:How familiar they are! I hope they’re not married.
31Cl.Is this Madam Honour? Co.Soe, Lady.
32Ho:Gentlemen, I come to reconcile your difference. I did fore-see
33you desperate in love; and prompted I confess your swelling valours
34to fight for me. But upon second thoughts I cancell’d that opini-
35on, and devis’d a way to settle all things without danger. This
1Gentleman late my servant, Ingenuity, hath remov’d all occasion
2of your further Courtship; and now won mee for his Bride.
3Co:Married the Scholar? Despis’d. So:Affronted.
4Ho:You are passionate. You could not both possess mee. Yet in him
5Your excellencies meet, and I enjoy ’em. He can be Courtier and a Soul-
6-dier when the occasion presents it selfe. He that hath learn’d to obey
7well can command. Nay be not sad. If you lov’d mee, express it in
8your Congratulations. Here I fix myselfe, and vow my best affection.
9If in the number of my friends I may write you, be confident you
10shall not lose by your respect to Honour. Lady Riches, I hope there is
11noe antipathy in your nature, but you may smile upon a Scholar
12now married to Honour
13Ri.Since you have soe advanc’d him, he shall not want my favour.
14Ing:Now I am confident
15Co:Wee must obey our destiny. Since Fate meant me not soe
16much happiness to be the Husband, let me still be humble ser-
17vant to Honour So:My desires have the same ambition.
18Co & So:Ioyes crown your marriage.
19Ing:Now you both devide mee. But in this Empire I can brook
20noe rival. Be all my honour’d Guests. And with one Feast, and
21revels celebrate our double marriage.
22Co.And here our love unites. Pardon what language my pas-
23-sion threw upon thee. I acknowledge a Souldiers worth a-
24-bove the reach of malice.
25So:My heart shall spread to embrace the Courtier
26Cl.Here’s nothing but complementing to bring up a fashion
27to kiss one another. G.Tis such a dry Clod.
28In:Correct your passions. You have been guilty this day of
29misbehavour against the noble Citizens, and traduc’d their
30yearly triumph. G.Twas his ignorance. But wee are friends
31Ing:Then I have done. Now Gentlemen and Ladies, in assu-
32-rance all are pleas’d, let us joyn in a dance. Such mirth
33becomes a Wedding. Strike up some nimble aire.[They dance]
1Ing:Thus all have seen how Providence imparts
2Wealth to the City, Honour to the Arts.Exeunt.
3Epilogus
4Ægrotante nunc seculo, nostra, proh dolor! nunc ægrotant ingenia.
5Nec mirum est igitur, quòd quicquid hodie à nobis elucubratum est,
6morbum sapiat, vel potius delirium. Interea temporis, Liberato–
7-res optatissimi,Ocium, ocium, nunc rogamus
8Paulisper à studiis ut cedamus.
9Ocium a vobis si consequemur,
10Lubentius studia prosequemur.
11Vetus est illud, Auditores reverendi, sed apprimè verum. Stare
12diu nescit, qui non aliquando quiescit. Λῆγε τῶν πόνων inquit
13Isocrates ἔτι πονεῖν δυνάμενος. Est modus in rebus – clamat Horati–
14us. Habeant igitur ingenia etiam, precamur, suos recessus, ut ve–
15-getiora post hoc feriandi tempus ad pensa redeant. Hoc semel
16a vobis impetrato, non possumus omnes cum gratiarum actioni–
17-bus non exclamare, In longum vivite & valete.
18.Finis.
19.
Now that the times are ailing (oh the pain!) our intellects are also infirm. Nor, then, is it astonishing that whatsoever we have, with great labour, composed today smacks of sickness, or rather delirium. In the meantime, dearest Liberators, We now request repose, repose,
To rest a while from study’s blows, And if from you such rest we gain, More willingly shall we work again.
Venerable Auditors, there is this old but very true saying: he can't stand long who never takes rest. Isocrates says: “cease your exertions while you still have energy to exert yourself.” Horace cries out: “Things have a proper measure”. Therefore, we pray, also grant our intellects their retreats, so that they may return more enlivened to their duties after this holiday period. Once this has been obtained from you, we can all exclaim with gratitude: Live long and prosper.
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