SONG. _Better Musick ne'r was known,_ _Than a Quire of hearts in one._ _Let each other that hath been,_ _Troubled with the gall or spleen:_ _Learn of us to keep his brow,_ _Smooth and plain as ours are now._ _Sing though before the hour of dying_ _He shall rise, and then be crying,_ _Heyho, 'Tis nought but mirth,_ _That keeps the bodie from the earth._ [Exeunt omnes. _Epilogus._ _Cit._ Come _Nell_, shall we go, the Play's done? _Wife._ Nay, by my faith _George_, I have more manners than so, I'll speak to these Gentlemen first: I thank you all Gentlemen, for your patience and countenance to _Ralph_, a poor fatherless child, and if I may see you at my house, it should go hard, but I would have a pottle of Wine, and a Pipe of Tobacco for you; for truly I hope you [do] like the youth, but I would be glad to know the truth: I refer it to your own discretions, whether you will applaud him or no, for I will wink, and whilst you shall do what you will, I thank you with all my heart, God give you good night, come _George_. Loves Pilgr[i]mage, a Comedy. * * * * * The Persons Represented in the Play. Governor of _Barcellona_. Leonardo, a noble _Genoese_, Father to _Mark Antonio_. Don Zanchio, an old lame angry Soldier, Father to _Leocadia_. Alphonso, a cholerick Don, Father to _Theodosia_. Philippo, Son to _Alphonso_, Lover of _Leocadia_. Mark-Antonio, Son to _Leonardo_. Pedro, a Gentleman and friend to _Leonardo_. Rodorigo, General of the _Spanish_ Gallies. Incubo, Bailiff of _Castel Bianco_. Diego, Host of _Ossuna_. Lazaro, Hostler to _Diego_. Host of _B[a]rcellona_. Bailiff of _Barcellona_. Chirurgeons. Soldiers. Attendants. Townsmen. Attendants. WOMEN. Theodosia, Daugh. to _Alphonso_. Leocadia, Daugh. to Don _Zanchio_. Love-sick Ladies in pursuit of _M. Anton._ Eugenia, Wife to the Governor of _Barcellona_. Hostess, Wife to _Diego_. Hostess, Wife to the Host of _Barcellona_. The Scene Barcellona and the Road. Actus Primus, Scæna Prima. _Enter_ Incubo _the Bailiff_, Diego _the Host_. _Inc._ Signior Don _Diego_, and mine Host, save thee. _Die._ I thank you Mr. Baily. _Inc._ O the block! _Die._ Why, how should I have answer'd?