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And bloods are bars between us; she must Fool. Thou'st need, and great need, for stand off too,
these finny fish-days As I perceive she does.
The officers'understandings are so phlegmatic, Sip. Desert and duty
They cannot apprehend us. Make even all, Sir.
Chi. That's great pity, Mem. Then the king, tho' I
For you deserve it, and, being apprehended, Have merited as much as inan can, must not The whip to boot. Boy, what do you so near let her,
Enter Stremon and his Boy.
Page. As I am virtuous!
What, thieves amongst ourselves?
Chi. Welcome ashore, ashore. Mem. Dispatch, I say.
Fool. What, monsieur Musick ? Sip. As you love thai you look for,
Stre. My fine fool! Heav'n and the blessed life
Page. Fellow Crack! why, what a consort Mem. Hell take thee, coxcomb!
Are we now bless'd withal? Why dost thou keep from it? Thy knife, I Fool. Fooling and fiddling.
Nay, an we live not now, boys-What new
Stre. A thousand, man, a thousand.
Stre. Of all sizes.
here; the heart on't? Mem. Shall I be sure to know it?
Boy. To do you service. Sip. As I live, Sir,
Fool. Oh, Tim! the times, the times, Tim! My quick return shall either bring you fortune, Stre. How does the general? Or leave you to your own fate.
And next, what money's stirring? Mem. Two hours?
Chi. For the general, Sip. Yes, Sir.
He's here; but such a general! The time's Mem. Let it be kept.--Away! I will ex chang'd, Streinon; [Exeunt Mem, and Sip. He was the liberal general, and the loving,
The feeder of a soldier, and the father;
But now become the stupid'st
Stre. Why, what ails he? Chi. You dainty wits! Two of ye to a cater, Chi. Nay, if a horse knew, and his head's To cheat him of a dinner?
big enough, Page. Ten at court, Sir,
I'll hang for’ı. Didst thou ever see a dog Are few enough; they are as wise as we are. Run mad o' th' tooth-ach? Such anoi her toy Chi. Hang ye, I'll eat at any time, and Is he now; so he glotes, and grins, and bites. any where;
me Fool. Why, hang him quickly, and then I never make that part of want. Preach to he can't hurt folks. What ye can do, and when ye list!
Chi. One hour raving, Fool. Your patience;
Another smiling, not a word the third hour. 'Tis a hard day'at court, a fish-day.
I tell thee, Stremon, h' has a stirring soul; Chi. So it seems, Sir,
Whatever it attempts, or labours at, The fins grow out of thy face.
Would wear out twenty bodies in another. Fool. And to purchase
Fool. I'll keep it out of me, for mine's This day the company of one dear custard,
but buckram; Or a mess of Rice ap Thomas, 32 needs a main He would bounce that out in two hours. wit.
Chi. Then he talks
(son, Beef we can bear before us, lin'd with brewis, The strangest
and the maddest stuff from reaAnd tubs of pork; vociferating reals,
Or any thing you offer--Stand you there; And tongues that ne'er told lie yet.
I'll shew thee how he is, for I'll play MemChi. Line thy mouth with 'em.
don, 32 Rice op Thomas.] Rice ap Thomas seems to be the name of some dish well known in the tinie of our Authors; yet this Welch dainty is strangely introduced at Paphos, the scene of this drama.
The strangest general that e'er thou heardst Fool. Do you call this acting? was your Stremon!
part to beat me? Stre. My lord!
Chi. Yes, I must act all that he does. Chi. Go presently, and find me
Fool. Plague act you, A black horse with a blue tail; bid the blank I'll act no more.
(ly, Stre. 'Tis but to shew, man. Charge thro' the sea, and sink the
soft Fool. Then, man, Our souls are things not to be waken'd in us He should have shew'd it only, and not done With larums, and loud bawlings; for in Ely I am sure he beat me beyond action. zium,
Gouts o' your heavy fist! Stillness and quietness, and sweetness, sirrah, Chi. I'll have thee to him; I will have, for it much concerns mine ho Thou hast a fine wit, fine Fool, and canst nour,
play rarely. Such a strong reputation 34 for my welcoine He'll hug thee, boy, and stroke thee. As all the world shall say: For, in the fore Fool. Y'll to the stocks first, front,
Ere I be strok'd thus.
Stre. But how came he, Chilax?
Chi. He loves thee well,
Can find his madness, I'll so fiddle him, Thunder in this hand; in his left-Foo!! That out it shall by th' shoulders. Fool. Yes, Sir.
(Ay swiftly Chi. My fine fiddler, Chi. Fool, I would have thee fly i' th' air, He'll firk you, an you take not heed too. To that place where the sun sets, there deliver.
'Twill be rare sport Fool. Deliver? What, Sir?
To see his own trade triumph over him; Chi. This, Sir, this, you slave, Sir!
[Aside. All laugh. His lute lac'd to his head, for creeping hedges; rude rogues, ye scarabes ? 36
there's vone stirring.--Try, good
voices Fool. Hold, for Heav'n's sake,
Now what your silver sound 37 can do; our Lieutenant, sweet lieutenant!
Are but vain echoes. Chi. I have done, Sir.
Stre. Something shall be done Page. You've wrung his neck off.
Shall make him understand all. Let's to th' Chi. No, Boy; 'tis the nature
tavern; of this strange passion, when it hits, to hale I have some few crowns left yet: my whistle people
[heads. wet once, Along by th' hair, to kick 'en', break their
I'll pipe him such a paven gest general that e'er thou heardst of, Stremon.] Stremon should certainly begin a new line, and is the beginning of Chilax's acting the General, as is proved by Stremon's answer.
34 Such a strong reputation.] I have ventured to insert in the text a conjecture of Mr. Sympson's, as believing he has hit upon the true reading. Seward.
They read, strong preparation; but there is not sufficient reason to reject the old reading.
35 Trapt with tenter-hooks.] Trapt signifies accoutered, accommodated; as we still use the word trappings. So in Ben Jonson,
• And to answer all things else,
Trap our shaggy thighs with bells.' 30 Scarabes.] See note 49 to Elder Brother.
37 Silver sound.] In Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, act iv. scene v. one of the musicians sings part of an old song, in which is the following line;
Then musick, with her silver sound.' R. 38 A paven ] The paven, from pavo, a peacock, is a grave majestic dance. The method of dancing it was anciently by gentlemen dressed with a cap and sword, by those of the longrobe in their gowns, by princes in their mantles, and by ladies in gowns with long trains, the motion whereof in the dance resembled that of a peacock's tail. This dance is supposed to have been invented by the Spaniards, and its figure is given, with the characters for the steps, in the Orchesographia of Thoinet Arbeau. Every paven has its galliard, a lighter kind of air, made out of the former. Sir John Hawkins's notes on Shakespeare.
33 The stra
Cíe. Let me go;
Chi. Hold thy head up;
[comb, You're welcome from the wars! Would you I'll cure it with a quart of wine. Come, cox with us, Sir?
[fearful; Come, boy! take heed of napkins.
Pray speak your will. He blushes; be not Fool. You'll no more acting?
I can assure you, for your sister's sake, Sir Chi. No more, chicken.
hand Fool. Go then. [Exeunt. Cle. Do you hear, Sir?
Calis. Sure these soldiers are all grown senseEnter Siphax at one door, and a Gentleman
Cle. Do you know where you are, Sir? at the other.
He looks not well too; by my life, I thinkSip. God save you, Sir! Pray liow might Cle. Speak, for shame speak! I see the princess?
Lucip. A man would speak. Gent. Why, very fitly, Sir; she's e'en now Calis. These soldiers ready
[there, Are all dumb saints.39 Consider, and take To walk out this way into th' park. Stand time, Sir.
[down.40 You cannot miss her sight, Sir.
Let's forward, wenches, come; his palate's Sip. I much thank you. [Exit Gentleman. Lucip. Dare these men charge i' th face of
fire and bullets;
is oman? Enter Calis, Lucippe, and Cleanthe.
And hang their heads down at å handsome Culis. Let's have a care, for I'll assure ye, Good master Mars, that's a foul fault. wenches,
[Exeunt Calis and Lucip. I wou'd not meet him willingly again;
Cle. Fy, beast !
Sip. Sister, honour'd sister!
Cle. Dishonour'd fool! You need not fear; the walks are view'd and Sip. I do confessenipty;
Cle. Fy on thee!
Lucip. Is slow a-coming.
I am asham'd to own thee.
Sip. Fare you well then! Calis. Why dost thou look for'ı?
You must ne'er see me more.
Cle. Why? Stay, dear Siphax !
Cle. Out with it, man!
Sip. Oh, I have drank my mischief. Send me his heart? What should we do with't? Cle. Ha! what? dance it?
Sip. My destruction;
(princess, Lucip. Dry it, and drink it for the worms. In at mine cyes I have drank it. "Oh, the Calis. Who's that?
The rare sweet princess ! What man stands there?
Cle. How, fool? the rare princess! Cle. Where?
Was it the princess that thou saidst ? Calis. There:
Sip. The princess.
(dar’st not! Cle. A gentleman;
much, Cle., Thou dost not love her surethou Which I beseech your grace to honour so Sip. Yes, As know him for your servant's brother. By Heav'n!
[not. Calis. Siphax ?
Cle. Yes, by Heav'n? I know thou dar'st C'le. The same, an't please your grace. The princess ? " Tis thy life; the knowledge of What does he here?
(dred, Upon what business? and I ignorant? Presumption that will draw into it all thy kinCalis. He's grown a handsome gentleman. And leave 'em slaves and succourless. The Good Siphas,
princess In Stephen Gosson's School of Abuse, containing a Pleasaunt Invective against Poets; Pipers, &c. 1579, it is enumerated as follows, among other dances: Dumps, pavins, gal• liardes, measures, fancies, or new streynes.' Steevens's notes on Shakespeare.
39 Are all dull saints.] Mr. Sympson doubts whether we should not read dull sois : But I think he has missed a fine image here. These soldiers are like the dull statues of saints, they only stand still in speechless adoration. Seward.
This is refinement. We can see no allusion to statues, nor perfectly understand her calling soldiers saints. The old books say, DUMB saints. Dull never occurs till the octavo of 1711.
40 His palate's down.] This seems to be the same as what is now called chap-fallen by the yulgar.
Why, she's a sacred thing, to see and worship, Or you no more your brother. Work,Cleanthe; Fix'd from us as the sun is, high, and glorious, Work, and work speedily, or I shall die, To be ador'd, not doted on.
Cle. Die then; I dare forget. Farewell! Thou foolish young man; nourish not a hope Sip. Farewell, sister; Will hale thy heart out.
Farewell for ever! See me buried.
(Siphax? And I know both disgrace and death will quit Pray, stay! He's all my
way, If it be known.
No other woman? Cle. Pursue it not then, Siphax;
Sip. None, none; she, or sinking: Get thee good wholesome thoughts may nou Cle. Go, and hope well; my life I'll ven. Go home and pray.
[rish thee; ture for thee, Sip. I cannot.
And all my art; a woman may work miracles. Cie. Sleep then, Siphax,
No more! Pray heartily against misfortunes,' And dream away thy doting.
For much I fear a main one. Sip. I must have her,
Sip. I shall do it.
Enter a Priestess of Venus and a Boy. Priest. FIND him by, any means; and,
good child, tell him
Priest. The fair Cleanthe! What may your business be? Cle. Oh, holy mother,
Priest. If by my means
Priest. There's the working; (pleasures.
Cle. Take it; it is yours;
Priest. I'll keep it for
Cle. To-morrow morning
Priesi. Instruct me, and have at you.
Priest. Fools only
[Exit Cleanthe. This gold was well got for my old tough soldier;
[ness Now I shall be his sweet again. What busiIs this she has a-foot? Some lusty lover Beyond her line; the young wench would
she must have it. But how by
[Erit. Enter Polydor, Eumenes, Captains,
+ Pray heartily against My FORTUNES,
For much I fear a main one.) This reading carries a sense directly opposite to what the situation requires. We should certainly read,
Pray heartily against misfortunes,
Eum. Not yet, Sir,
Mem. Bring me the Surgeon;
And wait you too.
Polyd. What would he with a Surgeon? Provided for that service.
Eum. Things mustering in his head : Pray Polyd. Where is Chilax?
Mem. Come hither.
(mark. Sire. A little busy, Sir.
you brought your instruments? Polyd. Are the Fool and Boy here;
Sur. They are within, Sir. Stre. They are, Sir.
Mem. Put -to the doors a while there.
You can incise
To a hair's breadth, without defacing?
Mem. And take out fairly from the Aesh? Eum. Now you may behold him.
Sur. The least thing.
[my doublet. Polyd. Stand close, and work no noise. Mem. Well, come hither then. Take off By his eyes now, gentlemen, I guess him full For, look you, Surgeon, I must have you cut of anger.
My heart out here, and handsomely. Nay, Eum. Be not seen there.
[Surgeon! Mem. The hour's past long ago; he's false, Nor do not start: I'll cut your throat else, and fearful,
Come, swear to do it. (Coward go with thy caitiff soul, thou cur dog! Sur. Good SirThou cold clod, wild-fire warm thee) mon Mem. Sirrah, hold him; strous fearful;
I'll have but one blow at his head. I know the slave shakes but to think on't,
Sur. l'll do it.42 Polyd. Who's that?
Whv, what should we do living after you, Sir? Eum. I know not, Sir.
We'll die before you, if you please. Mem. But I shall catch you, rascal;
Niem. No, no!
[a cat-hole Your mangy soul is not immortal here, Sir; Sur. Living, hang living 43—Is there ne'er You must die, and we must meet; we must, Where I may creep thro'? 'Would I were i' maggot,
[ Aside. Be sure we must! For not a nook of hell, Mlem. Swear then, and after
preNot the most horrid pit, shall harbour thee; sently The devil's tail sh’an't hide thee, but I'll have To kill yourselves and follow, as ye are honest, thee,
As ye have faiths, and loves to me! And how I'll use thee! Whips and firebrands, Dem. We'll do it.
[enough Toasting thy tail against a flame of wildfire, Eum. Pray, do not stir yet; we are near And basting it with brimstone, shall be no To run between all dangers. thing, [rous ! Mem. Here I am, Sir.
[boldly; Nothing at all! I'll teach you to be treache Come, look upon me, view the best way Was never slave so swing’d, since hell was Fear nothing, but cut home. If your
son't. shake, sirrah, As I will swinge thy slave's soul; and be sure
heart i'th' cutting, Polyd. Is this imagination, or some cir Make the least scratch upon it; bul draw it cumstance?
whole, For 'tis extreme strange.
Excellent fair, shewing at all points, Surgeon, Eum. So is all he does, Sir.
The lionour and the valour of the owner, Mem. 'Till then I'll leave you. Who's Mix'd with the most immaculate love I send there? Where's the Surgeon?
(Look to't!) I'll slice thee to the soul. [it, Demagoras!
Sur. Ne'er fear, Sir,
I'll do it daintily.-'Would I were out once. Enter Demagoras.
Mem. I will not have you smile, sirrah, Dem. My lord!
when you do it,
Or any way,
42 Sur. I'll do it.
Why what should we do licing after you, Sir.] The latter part of this sentence seems proper to one of the officers of Meninon, not to the Surgeon, and accordingly we find Memnon applies to them to swear that they'd immediately kill themselves and follow him. I have therefore restored it to Demagoras. Seuard.
43 Sur. Living! hang living.] If the words mentioned in the last note should be taken from the Surgeon, surely these should be taken from him also, being quite contrary to the rest of his speech. But as it is probable the Authors intended the Surgeon to dissemble with Memnou cloud, while he expressed his fears in a low voice, and aside (which must have a droll effect in the representation) we have left to his part all that the old books assigned him.