Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 09 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 09 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Foro._ We are both undone.
_Clow._ Already we feel it.
_Host._ Justice Sir.
_Duke._ What are they?
_Pros._ I can resolve you, slaves freed from the Gallies
By the Viceroy of _Sicilia_.
_Duke._ What's their offence?
_Host._ The robbing me of all my Plate and Jewels, I mean the
attempting of it.
_Clow._ Please your Grace I will now discover this Varlet
in earnest, this honest pestilent rogue, profest the Art of
Conjuring, but all the skill that ever he had in the black Art,
was in making a Seacole fire; only with wearing strange shapes,
he begot admiration amongst Fools and Women.
_Foro._ Wilt thou peach thou varlet?
_Duke._ Why does he goggle with his eyes, and stalke so?
_Clow._ This is one of his Magical raptures.
_Foro._ I do vilifie your censure, you demand if I am guilty,
whir says my cloak by a trick of Legerdemain, now I am not
guilty, I am guarded with innocence, pure Silver Lace I assure
you.
_Clow._ Thus have I read to you your virtues, which
notwithstanding I would not have you proud of.
_Foro._ Out thou concealment of Tallow, and counterfeit
_Mummia_.
_Duke._ To the Gallies with them both.
_Clow._ The only Sea-physick for a knave, is to be basted in a
Gally, with the oil of a Bulls Peesel.
_Foro._ And will not you make a sour face at the same sauce,
sirrah? I hope to find thee so lean in one fortnight, thou
mayst be drawn by the ears through the hoop of [a] firkin.
_Duke._ Divide them, and away with them to th' Gallies.
_Clow._ This will take down your pride, Jugler.
_Duke._ This day that hath given birth to blessings beyond
hope, admits no criminal sentence: to the Temple, and there
with humbleness, praise heavens bounties;
For blessings ne'er descend from thence, but when
A sacrifice in thanks ascends from men. [_Exeunt omnes._
CUPID'S REVENGE.
The Persons represented in the Play.
Cupid.
Leontius, _the old Duke of_ Lycia.
Leucippus, _Son to the Duke_.
Ismenus, _Nephew to the Duke_.
Telamon, _a_ Lycian _Lord_.
Dorialus, }
Agenor, } _Courtiers_.
Nisus, }
Timantus, _a villainous Sycophant_.
The Priest _of_ Cupid.
_Four young Men and Maids._
Nilo, _sent in Commission to pull down_ Cupid_'s Image_.
Zoilus, Leucippus_'s Dwarf_.
_Four Citizens._
WOMEN.
Hidaspes, _Daughter to the Duke_.
Cleophila, _and_ Hero _her Attendants_.
Bacha, _a Strumpet_.
Urania, _her Daughter_.
Bacha's _Maid_.
Urania's _Maid._
_Servants and Attendants._
_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._
_Enter_ Dorialus, Agenor, Nisus.
_Agenor._ Trust me my Lord _Dorialus_, I had mist of this, if
you had not call'd me; I thought the Princesses birth-day had
been to morrow.
_Nisus._ Why, did your Lordship sleep out the day?
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