Oh, oh, my heart!-Were you never in love, sweet lady? And do you never dream of flowers and gardens? I dream of walking fires: take heed; it comes now. Who's that? Pray, stand away. I have seen that face, sure.How light my head is! Ros. Ori. Take some rest. I cannot; For I must be up to-morrow to go to church, And I must dress me, put my new gown on, And be as fine to meet my love! Heighho! Will you not tell me where my love lies buried? Mir. He is not dead.—(Aside.) Beshrew my heart, she stirs me! Ori. He is dead to me. Mir. (Aside.) Is 't possible my nature Should be so damnable to let her suffer? Mir. Bel. What ails she? Yes, too sure; for me too. Dost thou wonder at that? By this good light, they are all so; They are coz'ning-mad, they are brawling-mad, they are proud-mad; They are all, all mad. I came from a world of mad women, Mad as March hares. Get 'em in chains, then deal with 'em. There's one that 's mad; she seems well, but she is dog-mad. Is she dead, dost think? Mir. Bel. Dead! Heaven forbid! Heaven further it! For, till they be key-cold dead, there's no trusting of 'em: Whate'er they seem, or howsoe'er they carry it, Till they be chap-fallen, and their tongues at peace, Nail'd in their coffins sure, I'll ne'er be lieve 'em. Shall I talk with her? I am most unworthy, Mir. I do confess, unhappy. Do you know No, dear friend, be quiet, And be at peace a while. me? Bel. Ori. I would I did! And come again anon. I'll walk aside, But take heed to Mir. her: lost your lover? Mir. Bel. Yes. Take great heed; Oh, fair tears, how ye take me! Ori. Do you weep too? You have not You mock me: I'll go home and pray. Pray ye, pardon me; Mir. You say she is a woman? Give 'em a minute, they 'll abuse whole millions. Mir. And am not I a rare physician, gentlemen, That can cure desperate mad minds? De Gard. Be not insolent. Mir. Well, go thy ways: from this hour I disclaim thee, Unless thou hast a trick above this; then I'll love thee. Ye owe me for your cure.-Pray, have a care of her, For fear she fall into relapse.-Come, Belleur; We'll set up bills to cure diseased virgins. Bel. Shall we be merry? Yes. Mir. Bel. But I'll no more projects: If we could make 'em mad, it were some mastery. Exeunt Mirabel and Belleur. Lil. I am glad she is well again. Ros. Be not ashamed. Ori. So am I, certain.— I shall never see a man more. De Gard. Come, ye are a fool: had ye but told me this trick, He should not have gloried thus. Lug. He shall not long, neither. La Cast. Be rul'd, and be at peace. Ye have my consent, And what power I can work with. Nant. Come, leave blushing; We are your friends: an honest way com pell'd ye: Heaven will not see so true a love unre compens'd. Come in, and slight him too. Stark mad to be ston'd to death: give her | Lug. good counsel. Will this world never mend?-Are ye caught, damsel? The next shall hit him. Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1. A street. Lug. Let's break the ice for one, the rest will drink too (Believe me, sir) of the same cup. My Wait but who sets the game a-foot. Their pulses how they beat, and for what cause, sir, And how they long to venture their abilities In a true quarrel. Husbands they must and will have, Or nunneries and thin collations To cool their bloods. Let's all about our business, And, if this fail, let nature work. De Gard. Ye have arm'd me. Exeunt. Come, change your mind. Mir. Not before I have chang'd air, father. When I know women worthy of my com Nor have been ever, nor no mention Of any such lewd things with lewder qualities, (For thither would I travel) where 'tis felony To confess he had a mother; a mistress, treason? La Cast. Are you for travel too? Ere I stay here to be abus'd and baffl’d.1 Nant. Why did ye not break your minds to me? They are my daughters; And, sure, I think I should have that command over 'em, To see 'em well bestow'd. I know ye are gentlemen, Men of fair parts and states; I know your parents: in the moon. with his bundle of sticks, which Belleur supposes to be in And, had ye told me of your fair affec tions Make but one trial more, and let me second ye. Bel. No; I'll make hob-nails first, and mend old kettles. Can ye lend me an armor of high proof, to appear in, And two or three field-pieces to defend me? The king's guard are mere pigmies. Nant. They will not eat ye. Bel. Yes, and you too, and twenty fatter monsieurs, If their high stomachs hold. They came with chopping-knives, To cut me into rands 18 and sirloins, and so powder me. 19 I am much beholding to, and must very shortly Trouble his love again. Y. Man. Mir. your own benefit Must needs imprint him in ye; one Alberto, A gentleman you sav'd from being murder'd A little from Bologna: I was then myself in Italy, and supplied ye; Though haply you have forgot me now. Mir. No, I remember ye, And that Alberto too; a noble gentleman: More to remember were to thank myself, sir. What of that gentleman? Y. Man. He is dead. 20 bows. 21 secret coat of mail. |