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The Old Law ........................................................................................................................................................1

Thomas Middleton ...................................................................................................................................1

I.i. [A street in Epire]...............................................................................................................................1

II.i. [The court] .......................................................................................................................................18

III.i. [A church] ......................................................................................................................................36

IV.i. [Before a tavern] ............................................................................................................................61

V.i. [The court]......................................................................................................................................78


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The Old Law

Thomas Middleton

Act I 

Act II 

Act III 

Act IV 

Act V  

Persons of the Play 

EVANDER, Duke of Epire 

CREON, father to Simonides 

LEONIDES, father to Cleanthes 

SIMONIDES } 

CLEANTHES } young courtiers 

LISANDER, uncle to CLEANTHES 

GNOTHOS, the clown 

CRATILUS, the executioner 

BUTLER } 

BAILIFF } 

TAILOR } 

COOK } Creon's servants 

FOOTMAN } 

COACHMAN } 

PARISH CLERK 

[DANCING MASTER] 

DRAWER 

[Three] COURTIERS 

[Two] LAWYERS 

[Fiddlers, Officers, Servants] 

ANTIGONA, wife to Creon, mother to Simonides 

HIPPOLITA, wife to Cleanthes 

EUGENIA, wife to Lisander 

PARTHENIA, daughter to Lisander 

AGATHA, wife to Gnotho[s] 

SIREN, a wench 

[Old women, wives to Creon's servants] 

Scene: Epire 

I.i. [A street in Epire]

Enter Simonides and two Lawyers. 

SIMONIDES

Is the law firm, sir? 

FIRST LAWYER

The law! What more firm, sir, 

More powerful, forcible, or more permanent? 

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SIMONIDES

By my troth, sir, 

I partly do believe it. Conceive, sir, 

You have indirectly answered my question; 

I did not doubt the fundamental grounds 

Of law in general for the most solid, 

But this particular law that me concerns 

Now, at the present, if that be firm and strong, 

And powerful, and forcible, and permanent? 

I am a young man that has an old father. 

SECOND LAWYER

Nothing more strong, sir, 

It is secundum statutum principis 

Confirmatum cum voce [senatus], 

Et voce [republicae], nay, consummatum 

Et exemplificatum. Is it not in force 

When diverse have already tasted it 

And paid their lives for penalty? 

SIMONIDES

'Tis true. 

My father must be next; this day completes 

Full fourscore years upon him. 

SECOND LAWYER

He's here then, 

Sub poena statuti; hence I can tell him 

Truer than all the physicians in the world, 

He cannot live out tomorrow. This is 

The most certain climacterical year; 

'Tis past all danger, for there's no 'scaping it. 

What age is your mother, sir? 

SIMONIDES

Faith, near her days too; 

Wants some two of three score. 

FIRST LAWYER

So! She'll drop away 

One of these days too. Here's a good age now 

For those that have old parents and rich inheritance! 

SIMONIDES

And, sir, 'tis profitable for others too: 

Are there not fellows that lie bedrid in their offices 

That younger men would walk lustily in? 

Churchmen that even the second infancy 

Hath silenced yet hath spun out their lives so long 

That many pregnant and ingenious spirits 

Have languished in their hoped reversions, 


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And died upon the thought? And, by your leave, sir, 

By some grave senators that you imagine 

Have held them long enough, and such spirits as you, 

Were they removed, would leap into their dignities? 

FIRST LAWYER

Dic quibus in terris, et eris mihi magnus Apollo. 

SIMONIDES

But tell me, faith, your fair opinion: 

Is it not a sound and necessary law, 

This by the duke enacted? 

FIRST LAWYER

Never did Greece, 

Our ancient seat of brave philosophers, 

'Mongst all her [nomothetae] and lawgivers, 

Not when she flourished in her sevenfold sages 

Whose living memory can never die, 

Produce a law more grave and necessary. 

SIMONIDES

I'm of that mind too. 

FIRST LAWYER

I will maintain, sir, 

Draco's oligarchy, that the government 

Of community reduced into few, 

Framed a fair state; Solon's [chreokopia], 

That cut off poor men's debts to their rich creditors, 

Was good and charitable, but not full allowed; 

His [seisactheia] did reform that error, 

His honourable senate of Areopagitae. 

Lycurgus was more loose and gave too free 

And licentious reins unto his discipline: 

As that a young woman, in her husband's weakness, 

Might choose her able friend to propagate, 

That so the commonwealth might be supplied 

With hope of lusty spirits. Plato did err, 

And so did Aristotle, allowing 

Lewd and luxurious limits to their laws. 

But now our Epire, our Epire's Evander, 

Our noble and wise prince, has hit the law 

That all our predecessive students 

Have missed, unto their shame. 

Enter Cleanthes. 

SIMONIDES

Forbear the praise, sir; 

'Tis in itself most pleasing. Cleanthes! 


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Oh lad, here's a spring for young plants to flourish! 

The old trees must down [that] kept the sun from us; 

We shall rise now, boy. 

CLEANTHES

Whither, sir, I pray? 

To the bleak air of storms, among those trees 

Which we had shelter from? 

SIMONIDES

Yes, from our growth, 

Our sap, and livelihood, and from our fruit! 

What? 'Tis not jubilee with thee yet, I think, 

Thou lookst so sad on it. How old's thy father? 

CLEANTHES

Jubilee! No, indeed, 'tis a bad year with me. 

SIMONIDES

Prithee, how old's thy father? Then, I can tell thee. 

CLEANTHES

I know not how to answer you, Simonides. 

He's too old, being now exposed 

Unto the rigour of a cruel edict, 

And yet not old enough by many years, 

'Cause I'd not see him go an hour before me. 

SIMONIDES

These very passions I speak to my father. 

Come, come, here's none but friends here, we may speak 

Our insides freely; these are lawyers, man, 

And shall be counsellors shortly. 

CLEANTHES

They shall be now, sir, 

And shall have large fees if they'll undertake 

To help a good cause, for it wants assistance; 

Bad ones, I know, they can insist upon. 

FIRST LAWYER

Oh, sir, we must undertake of both parts, 

But the good we have most good in. 

CLEANTHES

Pray you, say, 

How do you allow of this strange edict? 

FIRST LAWYER

Secundum justitiam, by my faith, sir, 

The happiest edict that ever was in Epire. 


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CLEANTHES

What, to kill innocents, sir? It cannot be; 

It is no rule in justice there to punish. 

FIRST LAWYER

Oh, sir, you understand a conscience, 

But not law. 

CLEANTHES

Why, sir, is there so main a difference? 

FIRST LAWYER

You'll never be good lawyer if you understand not that. 

CLEANTHES

I think then 'tis the best to be a bad one. 

FIRST LAWYER

Why, sir, the very letter and the sense 

Both do o'erthrow you in this statute, 

Which speaks that every man living to 

Fourscore years, and women to threescore, shall then 

Be cut off as fruitless to the republic, 

And law shall finish what nature lingered at. 

CLEANTHES

And this suit shall soon be dispatched in law? 

FIRST LAWYER

It is so plain it can have no demur, 

The churchbook overthrows it. 

CLEANTHES

And so it does, 

The churchbook overthrows it if you read it well. 

FIRST LAWYER

Still you run from the law into error! 

You say it takes the lives of innocents; 

I say no, and so says common reason. 

What man lives to fourscore and woman to three 

That can die innocent? 

CLEANTHES

A fine lawful evasion! 

Good sir, rehearse the full statute to me. 

SIMONIDES

Fie! That's too tedious; you have already 

The full sum in the brief relation. 


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CLEANTHES

Sir, 

'Mongst many words may be found contradictions, 

And these men dare sue and wrangle with a statute, 

If they can pick a quarrel with some error. 

SECOND LAWYER

Listen, sir, I'll gather it as brief as I can for you. [He draws forth the statute and reads it.] "Anno primo

Evandri, be it for the care and good of the commonwealth, for diverse necessary reasons that we shall urge,

thus peremptorily enacted" 

CLEANTHES

A fair pretence, if the reasons foul it not! 

SECOND LAWYER

"That all men living in our dominions of Epire in their decayed nature to the age of fourscore, or women to

the age of threescore, shall on the same day be instantly put to death, by those means and instruments that a

former proclamation had to this purpose, through our said territories dispersed" 

CLEANTHES

There was no woman in this senate, certain. 

SECOND LAWYER

"That these men, being past their bearing arms to aid and defend their country, past their manhood and

livelihood to propagate any further issue to their posterity, and, as well, past their counsels (which overgrown

gravity is now run into dotage) to assist their country; to whom, in common reason, nothing should be so

wearisome as their own lives; as, it may be supposed, is tedious to their successive heirs, whose times are

spent in the good of their country, yet, wanting the means to maintain it, are like to grow old before their

inheritance born to them come to their necessary use. For the women, for that they were never defence to

their country, never by counsel admitted to the assist of government of their country, only necessary to the

propagation of posterity, and, now, at the age of threescore, be past that good and all their goodness; it is

thought fit, then, a quarter abated from the more worthy member, [they] be put to death as is before recited;

provided that, for the just and impartial execution of this our statute, the example shall first begin in and

about our court, which ourself will see carefully performed, and not for a full month following extend any

further into our dominions. Dated the sixth of the second month at our Palace Royal in Epire." 

CLEANTHES

A fine edict, and very fairly gilded! 

And is there no scruple in all these words 

To demur the law upon occasion? 

SIMONIDES

Pox, 'tis an unnecessary inquisition! 

Prithee, set him not about it. 

SECOND LAWYER

Troth, none, sir. 

It is so evident and plain a case 

There is no succour for the defendant. 


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CLEANTHES

Possible can nothing help in a good case? 

FIRST LAWYER

Faith, sir, I do think there may be a hole 

Which would protract delay, if not remedy. 

CLEANTHES

Why, there's some comfort in that. Good sir, speak it. 

FIRST LAWYER

Nay, you must pardon me for that, sir. 

SIMONIDES

Prithee, do not; 

It may ope a wound to many sons and heirs 

That may die after it. 

CLEANTHES

Come, sir, I know 

How to make you speak. Will this do it? [Gives him money.] 

FIRST LAWYER

I will afford you my opinion, sir. 

CLEANTHES

Pray you, repeat the literal words, expressly 

The time of death. 

SIMONIDES

'Tis an unnecessary 

Question; prithee, let it alone. 

SECOND LAWYER

Hear his opinion; 'twill be fruitless, sir. 

[Reading] "That [men] at the age of fourscore and women at threescore shall the same day be put to death." 

FIRST LAWYER

Thus I help the man to twentyone years more. 

CLEANTHES

That were a fair addition. 

FIRST LAWYER

Mark it, sir: 

We say man is not at age till he 

Be oneandtwenty; before, his infancy 

And adolescency. [Now], by that addition, 

Fourscore he cannot be till a hundred and one. 

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Oh, poor evasion! 

He's fourscore years old, sir. 

FIRST LAWYER

That helps more, sir. 

He begins to be old at fifty; so, at fourscore, 

He's but thirty years old. So, believe it, sir, 

He may be twenty years in declination, 

And so long may a man linger and live by it. 

SIMONIDES

The worst hope of safety that e'er I heard! 

Give him his fee again, 'tis not worth two dinars. 

FIRST LAWYER

There's no law for restitution of fees, sir. 

CLEANTHES

No, no, sir, I meant it lost when 'twas given. 

Enter Creon and Antigona. 

SIMONIDES

[To First Lawyer] No more, good sir, 

Here are ears unnecessary for your doctrine. 

FIRST LAWYER

I have spoke out my fee and I have done, sir. 

SIMONIDES

Oh, my dear father! 

CREON

Tush! Meet me not in exclaims; 

I understand the worst and hope no better. 

A fine law! If this hold, white heads will be cheap 

And many watchmen's places will be vacant; 

Forty of 'em I know my seniors, 

That did due deeds of darkness too. Their country 

Has watched 'em a good turn for it and ta'en 'em 

Napping now. The fewer hospitals will serve too; 

Many may be used for stews and brothels, 

And those people will never trouble 'em to fourscore. 

ANTIGONA

Can you play and sport with sorrow, sir? 

CREON

Sorrow for what, Antigona? For my life? 

My sorrow's I have kept it so long well 

With bringing it up unto so ill an end. 


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I might have gently lost it in my cradle, 

Before my nerves and ligaments grew strong 

To bind it faster to me. 

SIMONIDES

For mine own sake 

I should have been sorry for that. 

CREON

In my youth 

I was a soldier, no coward in my age; 

I never turned my back upon my foe. 

I have felt nature's winter sicknesses, 

Yet ever kept a lively sap in me 

To greet the cheerful spring of health again. 

Dangers on horseback, on foot, by water, 

I have 'scaped to this day; and yet this day, 

Without all help of casual accidents, 

Is only deadly to me 'cause it numbers 

Fourscore years to me. Where's the fault now? 

I cannot blame time, nature, nor my stars, 

Nor aught but tyranny. Even kings themselves 

Have sometimes tasted an even fate with me. 

He that has been a soldier all his days, 

And stood in personal opposition 

'Gainst darts and arrows, extremes of heat, 

And pinching cold, has treacherously at home 

In his secured quiet, by a villain's hand 

[Been] basely lost in [his] star's ignorance; 

And so must I die by a tyrant's sword. 

FIRST LAWYER

Oh, say not so, sir, it is by the law! 

CREON

And what's that, sir, but the sword of tyranny 

When it is brandished against innocent lives? 

I'm now upon my deathbed, sir, and 'tis fit 

I should unbosom my free conscience, 

And show the faith I die in. I do believe 

'Tis tyranny that takes my life. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] Would it were gone by one means or other. 

What a long day will this be ere night! 

CREON

Simonides. 

Simonides here sit[s], weeping. 


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Wherefore dost thou weep? 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] 'Cause you make no more haste to your end. 

SIMONIDES

How can you question nature so unjustly? 

I had a grandfather, and then had not you 

True filial tears for him? 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] Hypocrite! 

A disease of drought dry up all pity from him 

That can dissemble pity with wet eyes! 

CREON

Be good unto your mother, Simonides, 

She must be now your care. 

ANTIGONA

To what end, sir? 

The bell of this sharp edict tolls for me 

As it rings out for you. I'll be as ready, 

With one hour's stay, to go along with you. 

CREON

Thou must not, woman. There are years behind 

Before thou canst set forward in this voyage, 

And nature sure will now be kind to all. 

She has a quarrel in it, a cruel law 

Seeks to prevent her, she'll therefore fight in it 

And draw out life even to her longest thread. 

Thou art scare fiftyfive. 

ANTIGONA

So many morrows! 

Those five remaining years I'll turn to days, 

To hours, or minutes, for thy company. 

'Tis fit that you and I, being man and wife, 

Should walk together arm in arm. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] I hope 

They'll go together; I would they would, i'faith, 

Then would her thirds be saved too.The day goes away, sir. 

CREON

Why, wouldst thou have me gone, Simonides? 

SIMONIDES

Oh, my heart! Would you have me gone before you, sir? 


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You give me such a deadly wound. 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] Fine rascal! 

SIMONIDES

Blemish my duty so with such a question? 

Sir, I would haste me to the duke for mercy: 

He that's above the law may mitigate 

The rigour of the law. How a good meaning 

May be corrupted by misconstruction! 

CREON

Thou corrup'st mine; I did not think thou meanest so. 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] You were in the more error. 

SIMONIDES

The words wounded me. 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] 'Twas pity thou died'st not on't. 

SIMONIDES

I have been ransacking the helps of law, 

Conferring with these learned advocates, 

If any scruple, cause, or wrested sense 

Could have been found out to preserve your life, 

It had been bought, though with your full estate, 

Your life's so precious to me. But there is none. 

FIRST LAWYER

Sir, we have canvassed it from top to toe, 

Turned it upside down, threw her on her side, 

Nay, opened and dissected all her entrails, 

Yet can find none. There's nothing to be hoped 

But the duke's mercy. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] I know the hope of that: 

He did not make the law for that purpose. 

CREON

Then to his hopeless mercy last I go. 

I have so many precedents before me, 

I must call it hopeless. Antigona, 

See me delivered up unto my deathsman, 

And then we'll part; five years hence I'll look for thee. 

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[Aside] I hope she'll not stay so long behind you. 

CREON

Do not bait him an hour by grief and sorrow, 

Since there's a day prefixed, haste it not. 

Suppose me sick, Antigona, dying now, 

Any disease thou wilt may be my end, 

Or when death's slow to come, say tyrants send. 

Exeunt [Creon and Antigona]. 

SIMONIDES

Cleanthes, if you want money, tomorrow 

Use me; I'll trust you while your father's dead. 

Exeunt [Simonides and Lawyers]. 

CLEANTHES

Why, here's a villain 

Able to corrupt a thousand by example! 

Does the kind root bleed out his livelihood 

In parent distribution to his branches, 

Adorning them with all his glorious fruits, 

Proud that his pride is seen when he's unseen? 

And must not gratitude descend again 

To comfort his old limbs in fruitless winter? 

Improvident, at least partial Nature, 

Weak woman in this kind, who in thy last 

Teeming still forgets the former, ever making 

The burden of thy last throes the dearest 

Darling; oh, yet in noble man, reform it, 

And make us better than those vegetives 

Whose souls die within 'em! Nature, as thou art old, 

If love and justice be not dead in thee, 

Make some pattern of thy piety 

Lest all do turn unnaturally against thee, 

And thou be blamed for our oblivions 

And brutish reluctations! 

Enter Leonides and Hippolita. 

Ay, here's the ground 

Whereon my filial faculties must build 

An edifice of honour or of shame 

To all mankind. 

HIPPOLITA

[To Leonides] You must avoid it, sir, 

If there be any love within yourself. 

This is far more than fate of a lost game 

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It is your life, which you should not subject 

To any cruelty if you can preserve it. 

CLEANTHES

Oh dearest woman, thou hast now doubled 

A thousand times thy nuptial dowry to me! 

Why, she whose love is but derived from me, 

Is got before me in my debted duty. 

HIPPOLITA

Are you thinking such a resolution, sir? 

CLEANTHES

Sweetest Hippolita, what love taught thee 

To be so forward in so good a cause? 

HIPPOLITA

Mine own pity, sir, did first instruct me, 

And then your love and power did both command me. 

CLEANTHES

They were all blessed angels to direct thee 

And take their counsel. [To Leonides] How do you fare, sir? 

LEONIDES

Never better, Cleanthes; I have conceived 

Such a new joy within this old bosom 

As I did never think would there have entered. 

CLEANTHES

Joy call you it! Alas, 'tis sorrow, sir, 

The worst of all sorrows, sorrow unto death. 

LEONIDES

Death? What's that, Cleanthes? I thought not on it; 

I was in contemplation of this woman. 

'Tis all thy comfort, son; thou hast in her 

A treasure invaluable, keep her safe. 

When I die, sure 'twill be a gentle death, 

For I will die with wonder of her virtues, 

Nothing else shall dissolve me. 

CLEANTHES

'Twere much better, sir, 

Could you prevent their malice. 

LEONIDES

I'll prevent 'em 

And die the way I told thee, in the wonder 

Of this good woman. I tell thee there's few men 

Have such a child; I must thank thee for her. 


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That the stronger tie of wedlock should do more 

Than nature in her nearest ligaments 

Of blood and propagation! I should ne'er 

Have begot such a daughter of my own. 

A daughterinlaw? Law were above nature 

Were there more such children. 

CLEANTHES

This admiration 

Helps nothing to your safety; think of that, sir. 

LEONIDES

Had you heard her, Cleanthes, but labour 

In the search of means to save my forfeit live, 

And knew the wise and sound preservations 

That she found out, you would redouble all 

My wonder in your love to her. 

CLEANTHES

The thought, 

The very thought claims all that from me 

And she's now possessed of it. But, good sir, 

If you have aught received from her advice, 

Let's follow it, or else let's better think 

And take the surest course. 

LEONIDES

I'll tell thee one: 

She counsels me to fly my severe country, 

Turn all into treasure, and there build up 

My decaying fortunes in a safer soil, 

Where Epire's law cannot claim me. 

CLEANTHES

And, sir, 

I apprehend it as a safest course, 

And may be easily accomplished. 

Let us be all most expeditious; 

Every country where we breathe will be our own 

Or better soil. Heaven is the roof of all, 

And now, as Epire's situate by this law, 

There is 'twixt us and heaven a dark eclipse. 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, then avoid it, sir! These sad events 

Follow those black predictions. 

LEONIDES

I prithee, peace. 

I do allow thy love, Hippolita, 

But must not follow it as counsel, child; 


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I must not shame my country for the law. 

This country here hath bred me, brought me up, 

And shall I now refuse a grave in her? 

I'm in my second infancy, and children 

Ne'er sleep so sweetly in their nurse's cradle 

As in their natural mother's. 

HIPPOLITA

Ay, but sir, 

She is unnatural; then the stepmother 

Is to be preferred before her. 

LEONIDES

Tush! She shall 

Allow it me despite of her entrails. 

Why, do you think how far from judgment 'tis 

That I should travel forth to seek a grave 

That is already digged for me at home, 

Nay, perhaps find it in my way to seek it? 

How have I then sought a repentant sorrow? 

For your dear loves, how have I banished you 

From your country ever? With my base attempt, 

How have I beggared you in wasting that 

Which only for your sakes I bred together? 

Buried my name in Epire, which I built 

Upon this frame to live forever in? 

What a base coward shall I be to fly 

From that enemy which every minute meets me, 

And thousand odds he had not long vanquished me 

Before this hour of battle! Fly my death? 

I will not be so false unto your states, 

Nor fainting to the man that's yet in me; 

I'll meet him bravely. I cannot, this knowing, fear 

That when I am gone hence, I shall be there. 

Come, I have days of preparation left. 

CLEANTHES

Good sir, hear me; 

I have a genius that has prompted me 

And I have almost formed it into words. 

'Tis done, pray you observe 'em; I can conceal you 

And yet not leave your country. 

LEONIDES

Tush, it cannot be 

Without a certain peril on us all. 

CLEANTHES

Danger must be hazarded rather than accept 

A sure destruction. You have a lodge, sir, 

So far remote from way of passengers 


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That seldom any mortal eye does greet with it; 

And, yes, so sweetly situate with thickets 

Built with such cunning labyrinths within, 

As if the provident heavens, forseeing cruelty, 

Had bid you frame it to this purpose only. 

LEONIDES

Fie, fie, 'tis dangerous, and treason too, 

To abuse the law. 

HIPPOLITA

'Tis holy care, sir, 

Of your dear life, which is your own to keep 

But not your own to lose, either in will 

Or negligence. 

CLEANTHES

Call you it treason, sir? 

I had been then a traitor unto you 

Had I forgot this. Beseech you, accept of it; 

It is secure and a duty to yourself. 

LEONIDES

What a coward will you make me! 

CLEANTHES

You mistake, 

'Tis noble courage! Now you fight with death 

And yield not to him till you stoop under him. 

LEONIDES

This must needs open to discovery, 

And then what torture follows? 

CLEANTHES

By what means, sir? 

Why, there's but one body in all this counsel 

Which cannot betray itself. We two are one, 

One soul, one body, one heart, that think all one thought; 

And yet we two are not completely one, 

But as [I] have derived myself from you. 

Who shall betray us where there is no second? 

HIPPOLITA

You must not mistrust my faith, though my sex 

Plead weak[ness] and frailty for me. 

LEONIDES

Oh, I dare not. 

But where's the means that must make answer for me? 

I cannot be lost without a full account, 


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And what must pay that reckoning? 

CLEANTHES

Oh, sir, we will 

Keep solemn obits for your funeral; 

We'll seem to weep and seem to joy withal 

That death so gently has prevented you 

The law's sharp rigour; and this no mortal ear 

Shall participate the knowledge of. 

LEONIDES

Ha, ha, ha! 

This will be sportive fine demur 

If the error be not found. 

CLEANTHES

Pray doubt of none. 

Your company and best provision 

Must be no further furnished than by us, 

And, in the interim, your solitude 

May converse with heaven, and fairly prepare 

[For that] which was too violent and raging 

Thrown headlong on you. 

LEONIDES

Still there are some doubts 

Of the discovery, yet I do allow it. 

HIPPOLITA

Will you not mention now the cost and charge 

Which will be in your keeping. 

LEONIDES

That will be somewhat 

Which you might save too. 

CLEANTHES

With his will against him, 

What foe is more to man than man himself? 

Are you resolved, sir? 

LEONIDES

I am, Cleanthes. 

If by this means I do get a reprieve 

And cozen death awhile, when he shall come 

Armed in his own power to give the blow, 

I'll smile upon him then, and laughing go. 

Exeunt. 


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II.i. [The court]

Enter Duke [Evander], three Courtiers, and executioner [Cratilus]. 

EVANDER

Executioner! 

CRATILUS

My lord. 

EVANDER

How did old Diocles take his death? 

CRATILUS

As weeping 

Brides receive their joys at night, my lord, 

With trembling yet with patience. 

EVANDER

Why, 'twas well. 

FIRST COURTIER

Nay, I knew my father would do well, my lord, 

Whene'er he came to die. I'd that opinion of him 

Which made me the more willing to part from him. 

He was not fit to live in the world, indeed, 

Any time these ten years, my lord, but I 

Would not say so much. 

EVANDER

No! You did not well in it, 

For he that's all spent is ripe for death at all hours, 

And does but trifle time out. 

FIRST COURTIER

Troth, my lord, 

I would I had known your mind nine years ago. 

EVANDER

Our law is fourscore years because we judge 

Dotage complete then, as unfruitfulness 

In women at threescore. Marry, if the son 

Can within compass bring good solid proofs 

Of his own father's weakness and unfitness 

To live or sway the living, though he want five 

Or ten years of his number, that's not it; 

His defect makes him fourscore and 'tis fit 

He dies when he deserves, for every act 

Is in effect then, when the cause is ripe. 


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SECOND COURTIER

[Taking the other courtiers aside] An admirable prince! How rarely he talks! 

Oh, that we'd known this, lads! What a time did we endure 

In twopenny commons, and in boots twice vamped! 

FIRST COURTIER

Now we have two pair a week, and yet not thankful; 

'Twill be a fine world for them, sirs, that come after us. 

SECOND COURTIER

Ay, and they knew it. 

[FIRST] COURTIER

Peace! Let them never know it. 

THIRD COURTIER

A pox, there be young heirs will soon smell it out. 

SECOND COURTIER

'Twill come to 'em by instinct, man. [To Evander] May your grace 

Never be old, you stand so well for youth. 

EVANDER

Why now, methinks our court looks like a spring; 

Sweet, fresh, and fashionable, now the old weeds are gone. 

FIRST COURTIER

'Tis as a court should be: 

Gloss and good clothes, my lord, no matter for merit; 

And herein your law proves a provident act, 

When men pass not the palsy of their tongues, 

Nor colour in their cheeks. 

EVANDER

But women by 

That law should live long, for they are ne'er past it. 

FIRST COURTIER

It will have heats though, when they see the painting 

Go an inch deep in the wrinkle, and take up 

A box more than their gossips. But for men, my lord, 

That should be the sole bravery of a palace, 

To walk with hollow eyes and long white beards, 

As if a prince dwelt in a land of goats; 

With clothes as if they sat upon their backs on purpose 

To arraign a fashion, and condemn it to exile; 

Their pockets in their sleeves, as if they laid 

Their ear to avarice and heard the devil whisper! 

Now ours lie downward, here, close to the flank, 

Right spending pockets as a son's should be 

That lives in the fashion, where our diseased fathers, 


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[Wood] with the sciatica and aches, 

Brought up your pan'd hose first, which ladies laughed at, 

Giving no reverence to the place, lie ruined. 

They love a doublet that's three hours abuttoning, 

And fits so close makes a man groan again 

And his soul mutter half a day. Yet these are those 

That carry sway and worth; pricked up in clothes, 

Why should we fear our rising? 

EVANDER

You but wrong 

Our kindness and your own deserts to doubt on it. 

Has not our law made you rich before your time? 

Our countenance then can make you honourable. 

FIRST COURTIER

We'll spare for no cost, sir, to appear worthy. 

EVANDER

Why, you're in the noble way then, for the most 

Are but appearers; worth itself, it is lost 

And bravery stands for it. 

Enter Creon, Antigona, and Simonides. 

FIRST COURTIER

Look, look who comes here! 

I smell death and another courtier. 

Simonides! 

SECOND COURTIER

Sim! 

SIMONIDES

[Taking the courtiers aside] Push! I'm not for you yet; 

Your company's too costly; after the old man's 

Dispatched, I shall have time to talk with you. 

I shall come into the fashion, ye shall see too, 

After a day or two. In the meantime, 

I am not for your company. 

EVANDER

Old Creon, you have been expected long; 

Sure you're above fourscore. 

SIMONIDES

Upon my life 

Not fourandtwenty hours, my lord; I searched 

The churchbook yesterday. Does your grace think 

I'd let my father wrong the law, my lord? 

'Twere pity a' my life then! No, your act 


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Shall not receive a minute's wrong by him 

While I live, sir; and he's so just himself too, 

I know he would no[t] offer it. Here he stands. 

CREON

'Tis just 

I die, indeed, my lord; for I confess 

I'm troublesome to life now, and the state 

Can hope for nothing worthy from me now, 

Either in force or counsel. I've a' late 

Employed myself quite from the world, and he 

That once begins to serve his maker faithfully 

Can never serve a worldly prince well after; 

'Tis clean another way. 

ANTIGONA

Oh, give not confidence 

To all he speaks, my lord, in his own injury! 

His preparation only for the next world 

Makes him talk widely to his wrong of this. 

He is not lost in judgment 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] She spoils all again. 

ANTIGONA

Deserving any way for state employment. 

SIMONIDES

Mother 

ANTIGONA

His very household laws proscribed at home by him 

Are able to conform seven Christian kingdoms, 

They are so wise and virtuous. 

SIMONIDES

Mother, I say 

ANTIGONA

I know your laws extend not to desert, sir, 

But to unnecessary years, and, my lord, 

His are not such. Though they show white, they're worthy, 

Judicious, able, and religious. 

SIMONIDES

I'll help you to a courtier of nineteen, mother. 

ANTIGONA

Away, unnatural! 


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SIMONIDES

Then I am no fool, I'm sure, 

For to be natural at such a time 

Were a fool's part indeed. 

ANTIGONA

Your grace's pity, sir, 

And 'tis but fit and just. 

CREON

The law, my lord, 

And that's the justest way. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] Well said, father, i'faith; 

Thou wert juster than my mother still. 

EVANDER

Come hither, sir. 

SIMONIDES

My lord. 

EVANDER

What are those orders? 

ANTIGONA

Worth observation, sir, 

So please you hear them read. 

SIMONIDES

[Takes Evander aside.] The woman speaks she knows not what, my lord. 

He make a law, poor man! He bought a table, indeed, 

Only to learn to die by it. There's the business now 

Wherein there are some precepts for a son too, 

How he should learn to live, but I ne'er looked upon it; 

For when he's dead I shall live well enough 

And keep a better table than that, I trow. 

EVANDER

And is that all, sir? 

SIMONIDES

All, I vow, my lord, 

Save a few running admonitions 

Upon cheesetrenchers, as, 

"Take heed of whoring, shun it, 

'Tis like a cheese too strong of the runnet," 

And such calves' maws of wit and admonition 

Good to catch mice with, but not sons and heirs: 

They're not so easily caught. 


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EVANDER

[To Cratilus] Agent for death. 

CRATILUS

Your will, my lord? 

EVANDER

Take hence that pile of years 

Before [he] surfeit with unprofitable age, 

And with the rest, from the high promontory, 

Cast him into the sea. 

CREON

'Tis noble justice! 

[Exeunt Creon and Cratilus.] 

ANTIGONA

'Tis cursed tyranny! 

SIMONIDES

Peace! Take heed, mother, 

You have but a short time to be cast down yourself, 

And let a young courtier do it, and you be wise 

In the meantime. 

ANTIGONA

Hence, slave! 

[Exit Antigona.] 

SIMONIDES

Well, sevenandfifty, 

You've but three years to scold, then comes your payment. 

FIRST COURTIER

Simonides. 

SIMONIDES

Push, I'm not brave enough to hold you talk yet; 

Give a man time, I have a suit amaking. 

Recorders [play]. 

SECOND COURTIER

We love thy form first; brave clothes will come, man. 

SIMONIDES

I'll make 'em come else, with a mischief to 'em 

As other gallants do that have less left 'em. 


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Recorders [play again]. 

EVANDER

Hark, whence those sounds? What's that? 

Enter Cleanthes and Hippolita, with a hearse. 

FIRST COURTIER

Some funeral 

It seems, my lord, and young Cleanthes follows. 

EVANDER

Cleanthes! 

SECOND COURTIER

'Tis, my lord, and in the place 

Of a chief mourner too, but strangely habited. 

EVANDER

Yet suitable to his behaviour, mark it; 

He comes all the way smiling, do you observe it? 

I never saw a corpse so joyfully followed. 

Light colours and light cheeks! Who should this be? 

'Tis a thing worth resolving. 

SIMONIDES

One belike 

That doth participate in this our present joy. 

EVANDER

Cleanthes! 

CLEANTHES

Oh, my lord! [Laughs.] 

EVANDER

He laughed outright now! 

Was ever such a contrariety seen 

In natural courses yet, nay, professed openly? 

FIRST COURTIER

I ha' known a widow laugh closely, my lord, 

Under her handkercher, when t'other part 

Of her old face has wept like rain in sunshine; 

But all the face to laugh apparently 

Was never seen yet. 

SIMONIDES

Yes, mine did once. 


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CLEANTHES

'Tis of a heavy time, the joyfullest day 

That ever son was born to. 

EVANDER

How can that be? 

CLEANTHES

I joy to make it plain: my father's dead. 

EVANDER

Dead! 

SECOND COURTIER

Old Leonides? 

CLEANTHES

In his last month dead; 

He beguiled cruel law the sweetliest 

That ever age was blest to. 

It grieves me that a tear should fall upon it, 

Being a thing so joyful, but his memory 

Will work it out, I see. When his poor heart broke, 

I did not so much but leaped for joy 

So mountingly, I touched the stars, methought. 

I would not hear of blacks, I was so light, 

But chose a colour orient, like my mind; 

For blacks are often such dissembling mourners 

There is no credit given to it. It has lost 

All reputation by false sons and widows. 

Now I would have men know what I resemble, 

A truth, indeed; 'tis joy clad like a joy, 

Which is more honest than a cunning grief 

That's only faced with sables for a show, 

But gaudyhearted. When I saw death come 

So ready to deceive you, sir, forgive me, 

I could not choose but be entirely merry. 

And yet, to see now, of a sudden 

Naming but death, I show myself a mortal 

That's never constant to one passion long; 

I wonder whence that tear came when I smiled 

In the production on it. Sorrow's a thief 

That can, when joy looks on, steal forth a grief. 

But gracious leave, my lord, when I have performed, 

My last poor duty to my father's bones, 

I shall return your servant. 

EVANDER

Well, perform it. 

The law is satisfied, they can but die. 

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A rich and fair revenue. 

Flourish. [Exeunt Evander and Courtiers.] 

SIMONIDES

I would I had 

Even another father, condition he did 

The like. 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] I have passed it bravely now! How blest was I 

To have the [duke in] sight! Now 'tis confirmed 

Fast fear of doubts confirmed.On, on, I say, 

He that brought me to man, I bring to clay. 

[Exeunt Cleanthes, Hippolita, and funeral procession.] 

SIMONIDES

I'm rapt now in a contemplation 

Even at the very sight of yonder hearse. 

I do but think what a fine thing 'tis now 

To live and follow some seven uncles thus, 

As many cousingermans, and such people 

That will leave legacies. A pox! I'd see 'em hanged else 

E'er I'd follow one of them and they could find the way. 

Now I've enough to begin to be horrible covetous. 

Enter Butler, Tailor, [Bailiff], Cook, Coachman, and Footman. 

BUTLER

We come to know your worship's pleasure, sir; 

Having long served your father, how your good will 

Stands towards our entertainment. 

SIMONIDES

Not a jot, i'faith: 

My father wore cheap garments, he might do it; 

I shall have all my clothes come home tomorrow. 

They will eat up all you, and there were more of you, sirs, 

To keep you six at livery, and still munching! 

TAILOR

Why, I'm a tailor, you've most need of me, sir. 

SIMONIDES

Thou madest my father's clothes, that I confess, 

But what son and heir will have his father's tailor 

Unless he have a mind to be well laughed at? 

Thou hast been so used to wide longside things, that when 

I come to truss, I shall have the waist of my doublet 

Lie upon my buttocks. A sweet sight! 


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BUTLER

I, a butler? 

SIMONIDES

There's least need of thee, fellow, I shall ne'er drink at home, I shall be so drunk abroad. 

BUTLER

But a cup of small beer will do well next morning, sir. 

SIMONIDES

I grant you, but what need I keep so big a knave for a cup of small beer? 

COOK

Butler, you have your answer. Marry, sir, a cook I know your mastership cannot be without. 

SIMONIDES

The more ass art thou to think so, for what should I do with a mountebank, no drink in my house? The

banishing the butler might have been a warning for thee, unless thou meanest to choke me. 

COOK

In the meantime you have choked me, methinks. 

BAILIFF

These are superfluous vanities, indeed, and so accounted of in these days, sir; but then, your bailiff to receive

your rents? 

SIMONIDES

I prithee, hold thy tongue, fellow, I shall take a course to spend 'em faster than thou canst reckon 'em. 'Tis not

the rents must serve my turn, unless I mean to be laughed at; if a man should be seen out of slashme, let him

ne'er look to be a right gallant. But, sirrah, with whom is your business? 

COACHMAN

Your good mastership. 

SIMONIDES

You have stood silent all this while, like men 

That know their strengths. In these days none of you 

Can want employment; you can win me wagers, 

Footman, in running races. 

FOOTMAN

I dare boast it, sir. 

SIMONIDES

And when my bets are all come in and store, 

Then, coachman, you can hurry me to my whore. 

COACHMAN

I'll firk 'em into foam else. 


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SIMONIDES

Speaks brave matter! 

And I'll firk some too, or shall cost hot water. 

[Exeunt Simonides, Coachman, and Footman.] 

COOK

Why, here's an age to make a cook a ruffian and scald the devil! Indeed, do strange mad things, make

muttonpasties of dog's flesh, bake snakes for lamprey pies, and cats for conies! 

BUTLER

Come, will you be ruled by a butler's advice once? For we must make up our fortunes somewhere now, as the

case stands. Let's even, therefore, go seek out widows of nineandfifty and we can; that's within a year of

their deaths and so we shall be sure to be quickly rid of 'em, for a year's enough of conscience to be troubled

with a wife for any man living. 

COOK

Oracle butler! Oracle butler! He puts down all the doctors o' the name! 

Exeunt omnes. 

II.ii. [Lisander's house]

Enter Eugenia and Parthenia. 

EUGENIA

Parthenia. 

PARTHENIA

Mother. 

EUGENIA

[Aside] I shall be troubled 

This six months with an old clog! Would the law 

Had been cut one year shorter! 

PARTHENIA

Did you call, forsooth? 

EUGENIA

Yes, you must make some spoonmeat for your father, 

And warm three nightcaps for him. 

[Exit Parthenia.] 

Out upon it! 

The mere conceit turns a young woman's stomach. 

His slippers must be warmed in August too, 

And his gown girt to him in the very dogdays 

When every mastiff lolls out his tongue for heat. 

Would not this vex a beauty of nineteen now? 


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Alas! I [should] be tumbling in cold baths now, 

Under each armpit a fine beanflour bag 

To screw out whiteness when I list; 

And some seven of the properest men in the dukedom 

Making a banquet ready in the next room for me, 

Where he that gets the first kiss is envied 

And stands upon his guard a fortnight after. 

This is a life for nineteen! 'Tis but justice 

For old men, whose great acts stand in their minds 

And nothing in the bodies, do ne'er think 

A woman young enough for their desire; 

And we young wenches that have mother wits 

And love to marry muck first, and man after, 

Do never think old men are old enough 

That we may soon be rid on 'em. There's our quittance! 

I have waited for the happy hour this two year, 

And if death be so unkind still to let him live, 

All that time I am lost. 

Enter Courtiers. 

FIRST COURTIER

Young lady! 

SECOND COURTIER

Oh sweet precious bud of beauty! 

Troth, she smells over all the house, methinks. 

FIRST COURTER 

The sweetbrier's but a counterfeit to her! 

It does exceed you only in the prickle, 

But that it shall not long, if you'll be ruled, lady. 

EUGENIA

What means this sudden visitation, gentlemen? 

So passing well performed too! Who's your milliner? 

FIRST COURTIER

Love and thy beauty, widow. 

EUGENIA

Widow, sir? 

FIRST COURTIER

'Tis sure, and that's as good. In truth, we're suitors, 

We come awooing, wench; plain dealing's best. 

EUGENIA

Awooing? What, before my husband's dead? 

SECOND COURTIER


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Let's lose no time. Six months will have an end, you know, 

I know it by all the bonds that e'er I made yet. 

EUGENIA

That's a sure knowledge, but it holds not here, sir. 

FIRST COURTIER

Do not [we] know the craft of you young tumblers? 

That [when] you wed an old man, you think upon 

Another husband as you are marrying of him? 

We, knowing your thought, made bold to see you. 

EUGENIA

[Aside] How wondrous right he speaks! 'Twas my thought indeed. 

Enter Simonides, Coachman. 

SIMONIDES

By your leave, sweet widow, do you lack any gallants? 

EUGENIA

[Aside] Widow again! 'Tis a comfort to be called so. 

FIRST COURTIER

Who's this? Simonides? 

SECOND COURTIER

Brave Sim, i'faith! 

SIMONIDES

Coachman. 

COACHMAN

Sir. 

SIMONIDES

Have an especial care of my new mares. 

[Exit Coachman.] 

They say, sweet widow, he that loves a horse well 

Must needs love a widow well. When dies thy husband? 

Is it not July next? 

EUGENIA

Oh, you're too hot, sir; 

Pray cool yourself and take September with you! 

SIMONIDES

September! Oh, I was but two bows wide. 


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FIRST COURTIER

Master Simonides! 

SIMONIDES

I can entreat you, gallants; I'm in fashion too. 

Enter Lisander. 

LISANDER

Ha! Whence this herd of folly? What are you? 

SIMONIDES

Wellwillers to your wife; pray tend your book, sir. 

We have nothing to say to you; you may go die 

For here be those in place that can supply. 

LISANDER

What's thy wild business here? 

SIMONIDES

Old man, I'll tell thee, 

I come to beg the reversion of thy wife; 

I think these gallants be of my mind too. 

But thou art but a dead man; therefore, 

What should a man do talking with thee? Come, 

Widow, stand to your tackling. 

LISANDER

Impious bloodhounds! 

SIMONIDES

Let the ghost talk, ne'er mind him. 

LISANDER

Shames of nature! 

SIMONIDES

Alas, poor ghost! Consider what the man is. 

LISANDER

Monsters unnatural! You that have been covetous 

Of your own fathers' deaths, gape ye for mine now? 

Cannot a poor old man that now can reckon 

Even all the hours he has to live, live quiet 

For such wild beasts as these, that neither hold 

A certainty of good within themselves, 

But scatter others' comforts that are ripened 

For holy uses? Is hot youth so hasty 

It will not give an old man leave to die 

And leave a widow first, but will make one 

The husband looking on? May your destructions 


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Come all in hasty figures to your souls, 

Your wealth depart in haste to overtake 

Your honesties, that died when you were infants! 

May your male seed be hasty spendthrifts too, 

Your daughters hasty sinners and diseased 

Ere they be thought at years to welcome misery! 

And may you never know what leisure is 

But at repentance! I am too uncharitable, 

Too foul! I must go cleanse myself with prayers. 

These are the plagues of fondness to old men, 

We're punished home with what we dote upon. 

Exit. 

SIMONIDES

So, so! 

The ghost is vanished; now, your answer, lady. 

EUGENIA

Excuse me, gentleman, 'twere as much impudence 

In me to give you a kind answer yet, 

As madness to produce a churlish one. 

I could say now, come a month hence, sweet gentlemen, 

Or two, or three, or when you will, indeed, 

But I say no such thing. I set no time, 

Nor is it mannerly to deny any. 

I'll carry an even hand to all the world. 

Let other women make what haste they will; 

What's that to me? But I profess unfeignedly, 

I'll have my husband dead before I marry. 

Ne'er look for other answer at my hands, gentlemen. 

SIMONIDES

Would he were hanged, for my part looks for other! 

EUGENIA

I'm at a word. 

SIMONIDES

And I'm at a blow then; 

I'll lay you on the lips and leave you. 

[Kisses her.] 

FIRST COURTIER

Well struck, Sim! 

SIMONIDES

He that dares say he'll mend it, I'll strike him. 

FIRST COURTIER


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He would betray himself to be a [botcher] 

That goes about to mend it. 

EUGENIA

Gentlemen, 

You know my mind. I bar you not my house; 

But if you choose out hours more seasonably, 

You may have entertainment. 

Enter Parthenia. 

SIMONIDES

[To Courtiers] What will she do hereafter, 

When sh' is a widow keeps open house already? 

Exeunt Simonides and Courtiers. 

EUGENIA

How now, girl? 

PARTHENIA

Those feathered fools that hither took their flight 

Have grieved my father much. 

EUGENIA

Speak well of youth, wench, 

While thou hast a day to live. 'Tis youth must make thee, 

And when youth fails, wise women will make it. 

But always take age first to make thee rich; 

That was my counsel ever, and then youth 

Will make thee sport enough all thy life after. 

'Tis time's policy, wench. What is it to bide 

A little hardness for a pair of years or so? 

A man whose only strength lies in his breath, 

Weakness in all parts else, thy bedfellow 

A cough of the lungs, or say a [wheezing] matter; 

Then shake off chains and dance all thy life after? 

PARTHENIA

Everyone to their liking, but I say 

An honest man's worth all, be he young or gray. 

Enter Hippolita. 

Yonder's my cousin. 

[Exit Parthenia.] 

EUGENIA

[Aside] Art, I must use thee now. 

Dissembling is the best help for a virtue 


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That ever woman had; it saves their credit often. [Weeps.] 

HIPPOLITA

How now, cousin! What, weeping? 

EUGENIA

Can you blame me 

When the time of my dear love and husband 

Now draws on? I study funeral tears 

Against the day I must be a sad widow. 

HIPPOLITA

In troth, Eugenia, I have cause to weep too; 

But when I visit, I come comfortably 

And look to be so quited. Yet more sobbing? 

EUGENIA

Oh, the greatest part of your affliction's past; 

The worst of mine's to come. I have one to die. 

Your husband's father is dead and fixed 

In his eternal peace, past the sharp tyrannous blow. 

HIPPOLITA

You must use patience, coz. 

EUGENIA

Tell me of patience. 

HIPPOLITA

You have example for it in me and many. 

EUGENIA

Yours was a fatherinlaw, but mine a husband! 

Oh, for a woman that could love and live 

With an old man; mine is a jewel, cousin, 

So quietly he lies by one, so still. 

HIPPOLITA

[Aside] Alas! I have a secret lodged within me 

Which now will out in pity; I can't hold! 

EUGENIA

One that will not disturb me in my sleep 

[For] a whole month together, 'less it be 

With those diseases age is subject to, 

As aches, coughs, and pains, and these, heaven knows, 

Against his will too. He's the quietest man, 

Especially in bed. 

HIPPOLITA

Be comforted. 


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EUGENIA

How can I, lady? None knows the terror of 

A husband's loss but they that fear to lose him. 

HIPPOLITA

[Aside] Fain would I keep it in, but 'twill not be; 

She is my kinswoman and I'm pitiful. 

I must impart a good, if I know it once, 

To them that stand in need on it. I'm like one 

Loves not to banquet with a joy alone, 

My friends must partake too.Prithee, cease, cousin. 

If your love be so boundless, which is rare 

In a young woman in these days, I tell you, 

To one so much past service as your husband, 

There is a way to beguile law and help you. 

My husband found it out first. 

EUGENIA

Oh, sweet cousin! 

HIPPOLITA

You may conceal him and give out his death 

Within the time, order his funeral too. 

We had it so for ours, I praise heaven for it, 

And he's alive and safe! 

EUGENIA

Oh, blessed coz, 

How thou revivest me! 

HIPPOLITA

We daily see 

The good old man and feed him twice a day. 

Methinks it is the sweetest joy to cherish him, 

That ever life yet showed me. 

EUGENIA

So should I think 

A dainty thing to nurse an old man well. 

HIPPOLITA

And then we have his prayers and daily blessing, 

And we two live so lovingly upon it, 

His son and I, and so contently, 

You cannot think unless you tasted on it. 

EUGENIA

No, I warrant you. Oh, loving cousin, 

What a great sorrow hast thou eased me of! 

A thousand thanks go with thee. 


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HIPPOLITA

I have a suit to you: 

I must not have you weep when I am gone. 

EUGENIA

No, if I do, ne'er trust me. 

Exit [Hippolita]. 

Easy fool! 

Thou hast put thyself into my power forever; 

Take heed of angering of me. I conceal! 

I feign a funeral! I keep my husband! 

'Las, I have been thinking any time these two years, 

I have kept him too long already. 

I'll go count o'er my suitors, that's my business, 

And prick the man down. I ha' six months to do it, 

But could dispatch him in one, were I put to it. 

Exit. 

III.i. [A church]

Enter [Gnothos] the clown and [Parish] Clerk. 

GNOTHOS

You have searched o'er the parish chronicle, sir? 

CLERK

Yes, sir, I have found out the true age and date of the party you wot on. 

GNOTHOS

Pray you be covered, sir. 

CLERK

When you have showed me the way, sir. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, sir, remember yourself; you are a clerk. 

CLERK

A small clerk, sir. 

GNOTHOS

Likely to be the wiser man, sir, for your greatest clerks are not always so, as 'tis reported. 

CLERK


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You are a great man in the parish, sir. 

GNOTHOS

I understand myself so much the better, sir, for all the best in the parish pay duties to the clerk, and I would

owe you none, sir. 

CLERK

Since you'll have it so, I'll be the first to hide my head. [Puts on his hat.] 

GNOTHOS

Mine is a capcase. Now, to our business in your hand: good luck, I hope; I long to be resolved. 

CLERK

Look you, sir, this is that cannot deceive you; this is the dial that goes ever true. You may say ipse dixit upon

this witness, and 'tis good in law too. 

GNOTHOS

Pray you, let's hear what it speaks. 

CLERK

Mark, sir: [reading] "Agatha, the daughter of Pollux"this is your wife's name and the name of her

father"born" 

GNOTHOS

Whose daughter say you? 

CLERK

The daughter of Pollux. 

GNOTHOS

I take it his name was Bollux. 

CLERK

POLLUX the orthography, I assure you, sir; the word is corrupted else. 

GNOTHOS

Well, on, sir, of Pollux; now come on Castor. 

CLERK

"Born in an[no] 1540," and now 'tis '99. By this infallible record, sir, let me see, she is now just fiftynine

and wants but one. 

GNOTHOS

I am sorry she wants so much. 

CLERK

Why, sir? Alas, 'tis nothing, 'tis but so many months, so many weeks, so many 

GNOTHOS

Do not deduct it to days; 'twill be the more tedious, and to measure it by hourglasses were intolerable. 


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CLERK

Do not think on it, sir. Half the time goes away in sleep; 'tis half the year in nights. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, you mistake me, neighbour, I am loath to leave the good old woman. If she were gone now it would not

grieve me, for what is a year, alas, but a lingering torment? And were it not better she were out of her pain? It

must needs be a grief to us both. 

CLERK

I would I knew how to ease you, neighbour. 

GNOTHOS

You speak kindly, truly, and if you say but Amen to it, which is a word that I know you are perfect in, it

might be done. Clerks are the most indifferent honest men, for to the marriage of your enemy, or the burial of

your friend, the curses or the blessings to you are all one; you say Amen to all. 

CLERK

With a better will to the one than the other, neighbour, but I shall be glad to say Amen to anything might do

you a pleasure. 

GNOTHOS

There is, first, something above your duty. [Gives him money.] Now I would have you set forward the clock

a little, to help the old woman out of her pain. 

CLERK

I will speak to the sexton for that, but the day will go ne'er the faster for that. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, neighbour, you do not conceit me; not the jack of the clockhouse, the hand of the dial, I mean. Come, I

know you, being a great clerk, cannot choose but have the art to cast a figure. 

CLERK

Never indeed, neighbour; I never had the judgment to cast a figure. 

GNOTHOS

I'll show you on the backside of your book. Look you, what figure's this? 

CLERK

Four with a cipher; that's forty. 

GNOTHOS

So, forty; what's this now? 

CLERK

The cipher is turned into 9 by adding the tail, which makes fortynine. 

GNOTHOS

Very well understood. What is it now? 

CLERK

The 4 is turned into 3; 'tis now thirtynine. 


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GNOTHOS

Very well understood, and can you do this again? 

CLERK

Oh, easily, sir. 

GNOTHOS

A wager of that! Let me see the place of my wife's age again. 

CLERK

Look you, sir, 'tis here: 1540. 

GNOTHOS

Forty drachmas you do not turn that forty into thirtynine. 

CLERK

A match with you! 

GNOTHOS

Done! And you shall keep stakes yourself; there they are. [Gives him money.] 

CLERK

A firm match! But, stay, sir, now I consider it, I shall add a year to your wife's age. Let me see:

[Scirophorion] the 17, and now 'tis [Hecatombaion] the 11. If I alter this, your wife will have but a month to

live by the law. 

GNOTHOS

That's all one, sir; either do it or pay me my wager. 

CLERK

Will you lose your wife before you lose your wager? 

GNOTHOS

A man may get two wives before half so much money by 'em. Will you do't? 

CLERK

I hope you will conceal me, for 'tis flat corruption. 

GNOTHOS

Nay, sir, I would have you keep counsel, for I lose my money by it, and should be laughed at for my labour if

it should be known. 

CLERK

[Writing in the chronicle] Well, sir, there! 'Tis done, as perfect 39 as can be found in black and white. But,

mum, sir, there's danger in this figure casting. 

GNOTHOS

Ay, sir, I know that better men than you have been thrown over the bar for as little. The best is, you can be

but thrown out of the belfry. 


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Enter the Cook, the Tailor, Bailiff, and Butler. 

CLERK

Look close; here comes company. Asses have ears as well as pitchers. 

COOK

Oh, Gnothos, how is it? Here's a trick of discarded cards of us; we were ranked with coats as long as our old

master lived. 

GNOTHOS

And is this then the end of servingmen? 

COOK

Yes, faith, this is the end of servingmen. A wise man were better serve one God than all the men in the

world. 

GNOTHOS

'Twas well spoke of a cook. And are all fallen into fasting days and ember weeks, that cooks are out of use? 

TAILOR

And all tailors will be cut into lists and shreds. If this world hold, we shall grow both out of request. 

BUTLER

And why not butlers as well as tailors? If they can go naked, let 'em neither eat nor drink. 

CLERK

That's strange, methinks, a lord should turn away his tailor of all men. And how dost thou, tailor? 

TAILOR

I do soso. But, indeed, all our wants are long of this publican, my lord's bailiff, for had he been

rentgatherer still, our places had held together still that are now seamrent, nay, cracked in the whole piece. 

BAILIFF

Sir, if my lord had not sold his lands that claim his rents, I should still have been the rentgatherer. 

COOK

The truth is, except the coachman and the footman, all servingmen are out of request. 

GNOTHOS

Nay, say not so, for you were never in more request than now, for requesting is but a kind of begging; for

when you say, "I beseech your worship's charity," 'tis all one if you say I request it, and in that kind of

requesting, I am sure servingmen were never in more request. 

COOK

Troth, he say true. Well, let that pass, we are upon a better adventure. I see, Gnothos, you have been before

us; we came to deal with this merchant for some commodities. 

CLERK

With me, sir? Anything that I can. 

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Nay, we have looked out our wives already. Marry, to you we come to know the prices, that is, to know their

ages; for so much reverence we bear to age, that the more aged they shall be the more dear to us. 

TAILOR

The truth is, every man has laid by his widow; so they be lame enough, blind enough, and old [enough], 'tis

good enough. 

CLERK

I keep the town stock. If you can but name 'em, I can tell their ages today. 

ALL 

We can tell their fortunes to an hour then. 

CLERK

Only you must pay for turning of the leaves. 

[They give the Clerk money; he consults the chronicle and writes the names of old widows on a separate

paper.] 

COOK

Oh, bountifully! Come, mine first! 

BUTLER

The butler before the cook, while you live; there's few that eat before they drink in a morning. 

TAILOR

Nay, then the tailor puts in his needle of priority, for men do clothe themselves before they either drink or eat. 

BAILIFF

I will strive for no place. The longer ere I marry my wife, the older she will be, and nearer her end and my

ends. 

CLERK

I will serve you all, gentlemen, if you will have patience. 

GNOTHOS

I commend you modesty, sir; you are a bailiff whose place is to come behind other men, as it were, in the

bum of all the rest. 

BAILIFF

So, sir, and you were about this business too, seeking out for a widow? 

GNOTHOS

Alack! No, sir, I am a married man and have those cares upon me that you would fain run into. 

BAILIFF

What, an old rich wife? Any man in this age desires such a care. 

GNOTHOS

Troth, sir, I'll put a venture with you, if you will. I have a lusty old quean to my wife, sound of wind and

limb, yet I'll give out to take three for one at the marriage of my second wife. 


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BAILIFF

Ay, sir, but how near is she to the law? 

GNOTHOS

Take that at hazard, sir; there must be time, you know, to get a new. Unsight, unseen, I take three to one. 

BAILIFF

Two to one I'll give, if she have but two teeth in her head. 

GNOTHOS

A match! There's five drachmas for ten at my next wife. 

BAILIFF

A match! 

[The Clerk finishes writing and hands them the paper.] 

COOK

I shall be fitted bravely: fiftyeight and upwards; 'tis but a year and a half, and I may chance make friends

and beg a year of the duke. 

BUTLER

Hey, boys, I am made Sir Butler! My wife that shall be wants but two months of her time. It shall be one ere I

marry her, and then the next will be a honeymoon. 

TAILOR

I outstrip you all! I shall have but six weeks of Lent if I get my widow, and then comes eatingtide, plump

and gorgeous. 

GNOTHOS

This tailor will be a man if ever there were any! 

BAILIFF

Now comes my turn, I hope, goodman finis, you that are still at the end of all with a "so be it." Well now,

sirs, do you venture there as I have done, and I'll venture here after you. Good luck, I beseech thee! 

CLERK

Amen, sir. 

BAILIFF

That deserves a fee already. [Gives him money.] There 'tis. Please me and have a better. 

CLERK

Amen, sir. 

COOK

How, two for one at your next wife? Is the old one living? 

GNOTHOS

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him. 

BUTLER

I know her; she's a lusty woman. I'll take the venture. 

GNOTHOS

There's five drachmas for ten at my next wife. 

BUTLER

A bargain. 

COOK

Nay, then we'll be all merchants; give me. 

TAILOR

And me. 

BUTLER

What, has the bailiff sped? 

BAILIFF

I am content, but none of you shall know my happiness. 

CLERK

As well as any of you all, believe it, sir. 

BAILIFF

Oh, clerk, you are to speak last always. 

CLERK

I'll remember it hereafter, sir. You have done with me, gentlemen? 

Enter [Gnothos's] wife, [Agatha]. 

ALL 

For this time, honest register. 

CLERK

Fare you well then; if you do, I'll cry Amen to it. 

Exit. 

COOK

Look you, sir, is not this your wife? 

GNOTHOS

My first wife, sir. 

BUTLER

Nay, then we have made a good match on it. If she have no forward disease, the woman may live this dozen

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TAILOR

I'm afraid she's brokenwinded; she holds silence so long. 

COOK

We'll now leave our venture to the event. I must awooing. 

BUTLER

I'll but buy me a new dagger and overtake you. 

BAILIFF

So we must all, for he that goes awooing to a widow without a weapon will never get her. 

Exeunt [Cook, Butler, Tailor, Bailiff]. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, wife, wife! 

AGATHA

What ail[s] you, man, you speak so passionately? 

GNOTHOS

'Tis for thy sake, sweet wife. Who would think so lusty an old woman, with reasonable good teeth, and her

tongue in as perfect use as ever it was, should be so near her time? But the fates will have it so. 

AGATHA

What's the matter, man? You do amaze me. 

GNOTHOS

Thou art not sick neither, I warrant thee. 

AGATHA

Not that I know of, sure. 

GNOTHOS

What pity 'tis, a woman should be so near her end and yet not sick. 

AGATHA

Near her end, man! Tush, I can guess at that: 

I have years good yet of life in the remainder. 

I want two yet, at least, of the full number; 

Then the law, I know, craves impotent and useless 

And not the able women. 

GNOTHOS

Ay, alas! I see thou hast been repairing time as well as thou couldst; the old wrinkles are well filled up, but

the vermillion is seen too thick, too thick, and I read what's written in thy forehead. It agrees with the

churchbook. 

AGATHA

Have you sought my age, man? And, I prithee, how is it? 


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GNOTHOS

I shall but discomfort thee. 

AGATHA

Not at all, man; when there's no remedy, I will go, though unwillingly. 

GNOTHOS

1539. Just; it agrees with the book: you have but a year to prepare yourself. 

AGATHA

Out, alas! I hope there's more than so. But do you not think a reprieve might be gotten for half a score? And

'twere but five year, I would not care; an able woman, methinks, were to be pitied. 

GNOTHOS

Ay, to be pitied, but not helped, no hope of that; for, indeed, women have so blemished their own reputations

nowadays, that it is thought the law will meet them at fifty very shortly. 

AGATHA

Marry, the heavens forbid! 

GNOTHOS

There's so many of you that, when you are old, become witches: some profess physic and kill good subjects

faster than a burning fever; and then schoolmistresses of the sweet sin, which commonly we call bawds,

innumerable of that sort; for these and such causes 'tis thought they shall not live above fifty. 

AGATHA

Ay, man, but this hurts not the good old women. 

GNOTHOS

Ay, faith, you are so like one another that a man cannot distinguish 'em now. Were I an old woman, I would

desire to go before my time, and offer myself willingly two or three years before. Oh, those are brave women

and worthy to be commended of all men in the world, that when their husbands die, they run to be burnt to

death with 'em. There's honour and credit; give me half a dozen such wives! 

AGATHA

Ay, if her husband were dead before, 'twere a reasonable request. If you were dead, I could be content to be

so. 

GNOTHOS

Fie, that's not likely, for thou hadst two husband before me. 

AGATHA

Thou wouldst not have me die, wouldst thou, husband? 

GNOTHOS

No, I do not speak to that purpose, but I say what credit it were for me and thee if thou wouldst, then thou

shouldst never be suspected for a witch, a physician, a bawd, or any of those things, and then how daintily

should I mourn for thee, how bravely should I see thee buried. When, alas, if he goes before, it cannot choose

but be a great grief to him to think he has not seen his wife well buried. There be such virtuous women in the

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AGATHA

I have not the heart to be of that mind. But, indeed, husband, I think you would have me gone. 

GNOTHOS

No, alas! I speak but for your good and your credit, for when a woman may died quickly, why should she go

to law for her death? Alack! I need not wish thee gone for thou hast but a short time to stay with me; you do

not know how near 'tis. It must out, you have but a month to live by the law. 

AGATHA

Out, alas! 

GNOTHOS

Nay, scarce so much. 

AGATHA

Oh, oh, oh, my heart! [Swoons.] 

GNOTHOS

Ay, so, if thou wouldst go away quietly, 'twere sweetly done and like a kind wife. Lie but a little longer and

the bell shall toll for thee. 

AGATHA

Oh, my heart, but a month to live! 

GNOTHOS

Alas, why wouldst thou come back again for a month? [Aside] I'll throw her down again.Oh, woman, 'tis

not three weeks; I think a fortnight is the most. 

AGATHA

Nay, then, I am gone already. [Swoons.] 

GNOTHOS

I would make haste to the sexton now, but I'm afraid the tolling of the bell will wake her again. If she be so

wise as to go now She stirs again; there's two lives of the nine gone. 

AGATHA

Oh, wouldst not thou help to recover me, husband? 

GNOTHOS

Alas, I could not find in my heart to hold thee by thy nose, or box thy cheeks; it goes against my conscience. 

AGATHA

I will not be thus frighted to my death, 

I'll search the church record a fortnight; 

'Tis too little conscience, I cannot be so near. 

Oh time, if thou beest kind, lend me but a year. 

Exit. 

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What a spite's this, that a man cannot persuade his wife to die in any time with her good will! I have another

bespoke already. Though a piece of old beef will serve to breakfast, yet a man would be glad of a chicken to

supper. The clerk, I hope, understands no Hebrew and cannot write backward what he hath writ forward

already, and then I am well enough. 

'Tis but a month at most; if that were gone 

My venture comes in with her two for one. 

'Tis use enough, a conscience for a [broker], 

If he had a conscience. 

[Exit.] 

III.ii. [Lisander's house]

Enter Eugenia at one door, Simonides, Courtiers, at the other. 

EUGENIA

Gentlemen courtiers. 

FIRST COURTIER

All your servants 

Vowed, lady. 

EUGENIA

Oh, I shall kill myself 

With infinite laughter! Will nobody take my part? 

SIMONIDES

And it be a laughing business, 

Put it to me; I'm one of the best in Europe. 

My father died last too; I have the most cause. 

EUGENIA

You have picked out such a time, sweet gentlemen, 

To make your spleen a banquet. 

SIMONIDES

Oh, the jest! 

Lady, I have a jaw stands ready for it; 

I'll gape half way and meet it. 

EUGENIA

My old husband, 

That cannot say his prayers out for jealousy 

And madness, at your coming first to woo me 

SIMONIDES

Well said! 

FIRST COURTIER

Go on! 

SECOND COURIER 


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On, on! 

EUGENIA

Takes counsel 

With the secrets of all art to make himself 

Youthful again. 

SIMONIDES

How? Youthful! Ha, ha, ha! 

EUGENIA

A man of fortyfive he would feign seem 

To be, or scarce so much, if he might have 

His will indeed. 

SIMONIDES

Ay, but his white hairs, 

They'll betray his hoariness. 

EUGENIA

Why, there 

You are wide: he's not the man you take him for; 

[Nor] will you know him when you see him again, 

There will be five to one laid upon that. 

FIRST COURIER 

How! 

EUGENIA

Nay, you did well to laugh faintly there. 

I promise you, I think he'll outlive me now 

And deceive law and all. 

SIMONIDES

Marry, gout forbid! 

EUGENIA

You little think he was at fencing school 

At four o'clock this morning. 

SIMONIDES

How, at fencing school! 

EUGENIA

Else give no trust to woman. 

SIMONIDES

By this light 

I do not like him, then; he's like to live 

Longer than I, for he may kill me first, now. 


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EUGENIA

His dancer now came in, as I met you. 

FIRST COURTIER

His dancer too! 

EUGENIA

They observe turns and hours with him; 

The great French rider will be here at ten 

With his curvetting horse. 

SECOND COURIER 

These notwithstanding, 

His hair and wrinkles will betray his age. 

EUGENIA

I'm sure his head and beard, as he has ordered it, 

Looks not past fifty now. He'll bring it to forty 

Within these four days, for nine times an hour at least 

He takes a black lead comb and kembs it over. 

Threequarters of his beard is under fifty; 

There's but a little tuft of fourscore left 

All of one side which will be black by Monday. 

Enter Lisander. 

And to approve my truth, see where he comes! 

Laugh softly, gentlemen, and look upon him. 

[They hide.] 

SIMONIDES

Now, by this hand, he's almost black in the mouth indeed! 

FIRST COURTIER

He should die shortly, then. 

SIMONIDES

Marry, methinks he dies too fast already, 

For he was all white but a week ago. 

FIRST COURIER 

Oh, this same coneywhite takes an excellent black 

Too soon. A mischief on it! 

SECOND COURTIER

He will [beguile] us all 

If that little tuft northward turn black too. 

EUGENIA

Nay, sir, I wonder 'tis so long aturning. 


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SIMONIDES

Maybe some fairy's child, held forth at midnight, 

Has pissed upon that side. 

FIRST COURTIER

Is this the beard? 

LISANDER

[Looking in a mirror, to himself] Ah, sirrah! My young boys, I shall be for you. 

This little mangy tuft takes up more time 

Than all the beard beside! Come you awooing 

And I alive and lusty? You shall find 

An alteration, jackboys; I have a spirit yet 

And I could match my hair to it, there's the fault 

And can do offices of youth yet lightly. 

At least I will do, though it pain me a little. 

Shall not a man for a little foolish age 

Enjoy his wife to himself? Must young court tits 

Play tomboys' tricks with her and he live, ha? 

I have blood that will not bear it, yet, I confess 

I should be at my prayers. But where's the dancer there? 

Enter Dancing Master. 

DANCING MASTER

Here, sir. 

LISANDER

Come, come, come, one trick a day 

And I shall soon recover all again. 

EUGENIA

'Slight, and you laugh too loud, we are all discovered, gentlemen. 

SIMONIDES

And I have a scurvy, ginny laugh a' mine own 

Will spoil all, I'm afraid. 

EUGENIA

Marry, take heed, sir. 

SIMONIDES

Nay, and I should be hanged, I can't leave it. 

Pup! There 'tis! [Bursts out laughing.] 

EUGENIA

Peace! Oh, peace! 

LISANDER

Come, I am ready, sir. 


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I hear the churchbook's lost where I was born too, 

And that shall set me back oneandtwenty years; 

There is no little comfort left in that. 

And, my three court codlings, that look parboiled, 

As if they came from Cupid's scalding house 

SIMONIDES

He means me specially, I hold my life. 

DANCING MASTER

What trick will your old worship learn this morning, sir? 

LISANDER

Marry, a trick! If thou couldst teach a man 

To keep his wife to himself, I'd fain learn that. 

DANCING MASTER

That's a hard trick for an old man especially; 

The horsetrick comes the nearest. 

LISANDER

Thou sayest true, i'faith; 

They must be horsed indeed, else there's no keeping on 'em, 

And horseplay at fourscore is not so ready. 

DANCING MASTER

Look you, here's your worship's horsetrick, sir. [Leaps.] 

LISANDER

Nay, say not so, 'tis none of mine; I fall 

Down horse and man if I but offer at it. 

DANCING MASTER

My life for yours, sir. 

LISANDER

Sayest thou me so? [Leaps.] 

DANCING MASTER

Well offered, by my viol, sir. 

LISANDER

A pox of this horsetrick! It has played the jade with me 

And given me a wrench in the back. 

DANCING MASTER

Now, here's your inturn, and your trick above ground. 

LISANDER

Prithee, no more, unless thou hast a mind 

To lay me underground. One of these tricks 


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Is enough in a morning. 

DANCING MASTER

For your galliard, sir, 

You are complete enough, ay, and may challenge 

The proudest coxcomb of 'em all, I'll stand to it. 

LISANDER

Faith, and I've other weapons for the rest too. 

I have prepared for 'em, if e'er I take 

My Gregories here again. 

SIMONIDES

Oh, I shall burst, 

I can hold out no longer. [Laughs aloud.] 

EUGENIA

He spoils all. 

[They come forward.] 

LISANDER

The devil and his grinners! Are you come? 

Bring forth the weapons, we shall find you play! 

All feats of youth too, jackboys, feats of youth, 

And these weapons: drinking, fencing, dancing, 

Your own roadways, you glisterpipes! I'm old, you say? 

Yes, parlous old, kids, and you mark me well: 

This beard cannot get children, you lank suckeggs, 

Unless such weasels come from court to help us out! 

We will get our own brats, you lecherous dogbolts! 

Enter [servants] with [foils, wine and] glasses. 

Well said, down with 'em; now we shall see your spirits. 

What, dwindle you already? 

SECOND COURTIER

I have no quality. 

SIMONIDES

Nor I, unless drinking may be reckoned for one. 

FIRST COURTIER

Why, Sim, it shall. 

LISANDER

Come, dare you choose your weapon now? 

FIRST COURTIER

I? Dancing, sir, and you will be so hasty. 


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LISANDER

We're for you, sir. 

SECOND COURTIER

Fencing, I. 

LISANDER

We'll answer you too. 

SIMONIDES

I'm for drinking, your wet weapon there. 

LISANDER

That wet one has cost many a princox life, 

And I will send it through you with a powder. 

SIMONIDES

Let come with a pox, I care not so it be drink. 

I hope my guts will hold, and that's even all 

A gentleman can look for of such trillibubs. 

LISANDER

[To the First Courtier] Play the first weapon; come, strike, strike I say! 

Yes, yes, you shall be first; I'll observe court rules. 

Always the worst goes foremost, so 'twill prove, I hope. 

[Music. The First Courtier dances a galliard: "La Mignarde".] 

So, sir, you've spit your poison; now come I. 

[Aside] Now forty years go backward and assist me; 

Fall from me half my age but for three minutes 

That I may feel no crick! I will put fair for it 

Although I hazard twenty sciaticas. 

[Music. Lisander dances a galliard.] 

So, I have hit you! 

FIRST COURTIER

You've done well, i'faith, sir. 

LISANDER

If you confess it well, 'tis excellent, 

And I have hit you soundly. I am warm now; 

The second weapon instantly! 

SECOND COURTIER

What, so quick, sir? 

Will you not allow yourself a breathing time? 


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LISANDER

I've breath enough at all times, Lucifer's muskcod, 

To give your perfumed worship three vennies! 

A sound old man puts his thrust better home 

Than a spiced young man. 

[They fence, and Lisander scores the first hit.] 

There, ay! 

SECOND COURIER 

Then have at you, fourscore! 

LISANDER

You lie: twenty, I hope, and you shall find it. 

SIMONIDES

I'm glad I missed this weapon. I had an eye 

Popped out ere this time, or my two butterteeth 

Thrust down my throat instead of a flapdragon. 

[Lisander scores another hit.] 

LISANDER

There's two, pentweezle! 

DANCING MASTER

Excellently touched, sir! 

SECOND COURTIER

Had ever man such luck? Speak your opinion, gentlemen. 

SIMONIDES

Methinks your luck's good that your eyes are in still; 

Mine would have dropped out like a pig's halfroasted. 

[Lisander scores another hit.] 

LISANDER

There wants a third, and there 'tis again! 

SECOND COURTIER

The devil has steeled him! 

EUGENIA

What a strong fiend is jealousy! 

LISANDER

You're dispatched, bearwhelp! 

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Now comes my weapon in. 

LISANDER

Here, toadstool, here! 

'Tis you and I must play these three wet vennies. 

SIMONIDES

Vennies in Venice glasses! Let 'em come; 

They'll bruise no flesh, I'm sure, nor break no bones. 

FIRST COURTIER

Yet you may drink your eyes out, sir. 

SIMONIDES

Ay, but that's nothing: then they go voluntarily; 

I do not love to have 'em thrust out 

Whether they will or no. 

LISANDER

Here's your first weapon, duck's meat! 

[Drinks, then hands Simonides a full glass.] 

SIMONIDES

How? A Dutch whatyoucall'em 

'Stead of a German faulchion? A shrewd weapon, 

And, of all things, hard to be taken down. 

Yet, down it must. [Drinks.] I have a nose goes into it; 

I shall drink double, I think. 

FIRST COURTIER

The sooner off, Sim. 

LISANDER

I'll pay you speedily [ ] with a trick 

I learned once amongst drunkards. Here's halfpike. 

[Drinks again.] 

SIMONIDES

Halfpike comes well after Dutch whatyoucall'em; 

They'd never be asunder by their good will. 

FIRST COURTIER

Well pulled of an old fellow! 

LISANDER

Oh, but you fellows pull better at a rope. 

[Hands Simonides another glass.] 


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FIRST COURTIER

There's a hair, Sim, in that glass. 

SIMONIDES

And it be as long as a halter, down it goes: 

No hair shall cross me. [Drinks.] 

LISANDER

I['ll] make you stink worse than your polecats do. 

Here's longsword, your last weapon. 

[Drinks, then offers Simonides another glass.] 

SIMONIDES

No more weapons. 

FIRST COURTIER

Why! How now, Sim? Bear up; thou shamest us all else. 

SIMONIDES

Light, I shall shame you worse and I stay longer. 

I ha' got the scotomy in my head already. 

The whimsy, you all turn around! Do not you dance, gallants? 

SECOND COURTIER

Pish, what's all this? Why, Sim, look: the last venny! 

SIMONIDES

No more vennies go down here, for these two are coming up again. 

SECOND COURTIER

Out! The disgrace of drinkers! 

SIMONIDES

Yes, 'twill out. Do you smell nothing yet? 

FIRST COURTIER

Smell? 

SIMONIDES

Farewell quickly, then; it will do if I stay. 

Exit. 

FIRST COURIER 

A foil go with thee! 

LISANDER

What! Shall we put down youth at her own virtues? 

Beat folly in her own ground? Wondrous much! 

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To love our own wives then, get our own children, 

And live in free peace till we be dissolved? 

For such spring butterflies that are gaudywinged, 

But no more substance than those shambleflies 

Which butchers' boys snap between sleep and waking, 

Come but to crush you once; you are all but maggots 

For all your beamy outsides! 

Enter Cleanthes. 

EUGENIA

[To Courtiers] Here's Cleanthes; 

He comes to chide. Let him alone a little; 

Our cause will be revenged. Look, look, his face 

Is set for stormy weather. Do but mark 

How the clouds gather in it; 'twill pour down straight. 

CLEANTHES

[To Lisander] Methinks I partly know you, that's my grief. 

Could you not all be lost? That had been handsome; 

But to be known at all, 'tis more than shameful! 

Why, was not your name wont to be Lisander? 

LISANDER

'Tis so still, coz. 

CLEANTHES

Judgment, defer thy coming, 

Else this man's miserable! 

EUGENIA

I told you there would be 

A shower anon. 

SECOND COURTIER

We'll in and hide our noddles. 

Exeunt Courtiers and Eugenia. 

CLEANTHES

What devil brought this colour to your mind, 

Which since [my] childhood I ne'er saw you wear? 

You were ever of an innocent gloss 

Since I was ripe for knowledge; and would you lose it 

And change the livery of saints and angels 

For this mixed monstrousness? To force a ground 

That has been so long hallowed like a temple, 

To bring forth fruits of earth now, and turn black 

To the wild cries of lust and the complexion 

Of sin in act, lost and long since repented? 

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To pull time backward? See what your wife will do! 

Are your wits perfect? 

LISANDER

My wits? 

CLEANTHES

I like it ten times worse; for it had been safer 

Now to be mad, and more excusable! 

I hear you dance again, and do strange follies. 

LISANDER

I must confess I have been put to some, coz. 

CLEANTHES

And yet you are not mad? Pray, say not so; 

Give me that comfort of you that you are mad, 

That I may think you are at worst. For, if 

You are not mad, I then must guess you have 

The first of some disease was never heard of, 

Which may be worse than madness, and more fearful, 

You'd weep to see yourself else, and your care 

To pray would quickly turn you white again. 

I had a father, had he lived his month out, 

But to ha' seen this most prodigious folly, 

There needed not the law to have cut him off; 

The sight of this had proved his executioner, 

And broke his heart. He would have held it equal 

Done to a sanctuary! For what is age 

But the holy place of life, chapel of ease 

For all men's wearied miseries? And to rob 

That of her ornament, it is accursed, 

As from a priest to steal a holy vestment; 

Ay, and convert it to a sinful covering. 

Exit Lisander. 

I see it has done him good; blessing go with it, 

Such as may make him pure again. 

Enter Eugenia. 

EUGENIA

'Twas bravely touched, i'faith, sir. 

CLEANTHES

Oh, you're welcome. 

EUGENIA

Exceedingly well handled. 


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CLEANTHES

'Tis to you I come; 

He fell but in my way. 

EUGENIA

You marked his beard, cousin? 

CLEANTHES

Mark me. 

EUGENIA

Did you ever see a hair so changed? 

CLEANTHES

[Aside] I must be forced to wake her loudly too; 

The devil has rocked her so fast asleep. 

Strumpet! 

EUGENIA

Do you call, sir? 

CLEANTHES

Whore! 

EUGENIA

How do you, sir? 

CLEANTHES

Be I ne'er so well 

I must be sick of thee! Thou art a disease 

That stickest to the heart, as all such women are. 

EUGENIA

What ails our kindred? 

CLEANTHES

Bless me, she sleeps still! 

What a dead modesty is in this woman! 

Will never blush again? Look on thy work 

But with a Christian eye, 'twould turn thy heart 

Into a shower of blood to be the cause 

Of that old man's destruction. Think upon it! 

Ruin eternally! For through thy loose follies 

Heaven has found him a faint servant lately. 

His goodness has gone backward and engendered 

With his old sins again; h'as lost his prayers, 

And all the tears that were companions with 'em; 

And, like a blindfold man, giddy and blinded, 

Thinking he goes right on still, swerves but one foot 

And turns to the same place where he set out. 

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And cast the joys behind him out of sight, 

Summed up his hours, made even with time and men, 

Is now in heart arrived at youth again, 

All by thy wildness. Thy too hasty lust 

Has driven him to this strong apostacy. 

Immodesty like thine was never equalled! 

I've heard of women, shall I call 'em so, 

Have welcomed suitors ere the corpse were cold, 

But thou, thy husband living: thou art too bold! 

EUGENIA

Well, have you done now, sir? 

CLEANTHES

Look, look, she smiles yet! 

EUGENIA

All this is nothing to a mind resolved; 

Ask any woman that, she'll tell you so much. 

You have only shown a pretty saucy wit 

Which I shall not forget, nor to requite it 

You shall hear from me shortly. 

CLEANTHES

Shameless woman! 

I take my counsel from thee, 'tis too honest, 

And leave thee wholly to thy stronger master. 

Bless the sex of thee from thee; that's my prayer. 

Were all like thee, so impudently common, 

No man would be found to wed a woman. 

Exit. 

EUGENIA

I'll fit you gloriously! 

He that attempts to take away my pleasure, 

I'll take away his joy, and I can, sure. 

His concealed father pays for it! I'll even tell 

Him that I mean to make my husband next, 

And he shall tell the duke. 

Enter Simonides. 

Mass! Here he comes. 

SIMONIDES

H'as had a bout with me too. 

EUGENIA

What? No! Since, sir? 


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SIMONIDES

A flirt, a little flirt; he called me strange names, 

But I ne'er minded him. 

EUGENIA

You shall quit him, sir, 

When he as little minds you. 

SIMONIDES

I like that well. 

I love to be revenged when no one thinks of me; 

There's little danger that way. 

EUGENIA

This is it then: 

He you shall strike; your stroke shall be profound, 

And yet your foe not guess who gave the wound. 

SIMONIDES

A' my troth, I love to give such wounds. 

Exeunt. 

IV.i. [Before a tavern]

Enter [Gnothos the] Clown, Butler, Bailiff, Tailor, Cook, Drawer, [and Siren the] Wench. 

DRAWER

Welcome, gentlemen, will you not draw near? Will you drink at door, gentlemen? 

BUTLER

Oh, the summer air's best. 

DRAWER

What wine will [it] please you drink, gentlemen? 

BUTLER

De Clare, sirrah. 

[Exit Drawer.] 

GNOTHOS

What! You're all sped already, bullies? 

COOK

My widow's a' the spit and half ready, lad. A turn or two more, and I have done with her. 

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Then, cook, I hope you have basted her before this time. 

COOK

And stuck her with rosemary too, to sweeten her; she was tainted ere she came to my hands. What an old

piece of flesh of fiftynine, eleven months and upwards! She must needs be flyblown. 

GNOTHOS

Put her off, put her off, though you lose by her; the weather's hot. 

COOK

Why, drawer! 

Enter Drawer. 

DRAWER

By and by! Here, gentlemen, here's the quintessence of Greece; the sages never drunk better grape. 

COOK

Sir, the mad Greeks of this age can taste their Palermo as well as the sage Greeks did before 'em. Fill,

lickspigot! 

DRAWER

Ad imum, sir. 

GNOTHOS

My friends, I must doubly invite you all, the fifth of the next month, to the funeral of my first wife and to the

marriage of my second. My two to one, this is she! 

COOK

I hope some of us will be ready for the funeral of our wives by that time to go with thee; but shall they be

both of a day? 

GNOTHOS

Oh, best of all, sir! Where sorrow and joy meet together, one will help away with another the better. Besides,

there will be charges saved too; the same rosemary that serves for the funeral will serve for the wedding. 

BUTLER

How long do you make account to be a widower, sir? 

GNOTHOS

Some half an hour; long enough for a conscience! Come, come, let's have some agility: is there no music in

the house? 

DRAWER

Yes, sir, here are sweet wiredrawers in the house. 

COOK

Oh, that makes them and you seldom part; you are winedrawers and they wiredrawers. 

TAILOR

And both govern by the pegs too. 


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GNOTHOS

And you have pipes in your consort too? 

DRAWER

And sack butts too, sir. 

BUTLER

But the heads of your instruments differ; yours are hogsheads, their[s] cittern and gitternheads. 

BAILIFF

All wooden heads. There, they meet again! 

COOK

Bid 'em strike up, we'll have a dance. Gnothos, come, thou shall [foot] it too. 

[Exit Drawer.] 

GNOTHOS

No dancing with me; we have Siren here. 

COOK

Siren! 'Twas Hiren, the fair Greek, man! 

GNOTHOS

Five drachmas of that! I say Siren, the fair Greek, and so are all fair Greeks. 

COOK

A match! Five drachmas her name was Hiren. 

GNOTHOS

Siren's name was Siren for five drachmas. 

COOK

'Tis done. 

TAILOR

Take heed what you do, Gnothos. 

GNOTHOS

Do not I know our own countrywomen? Siren and Nell of Greece, two of the fairest Greeks that ever were. 

COOK

That Nell was Helen of Greece too. 

GNOTHOS

As long as she tarried with her husband, she was Ellen; but after she came to Troy, she was Nell of Troy, or

Bonny Nell, whether you will or no. 

TAILOR

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GNOTHOS

She grew longer, if you mark the story. When she grew to be an ell, she was deeper than any yard of Troy

could reach by a quarter. There was Cressid was Troy weight, and Nell was haberdepoise; she held more by

four ounces than Cressida. 

BAILIFF

They say she caused many wounds to be given in Troy. 

GNOTHOS

True, she was wounded there herself and cured again by plaster of Paris, and ever since that has been used to

stop holes with. 

Enter Drawer. 

DRAWER

Gentlemen, if you be disposed to be merry, the music is ready to strike up and here's a consort of mad

Greeks. I know not whether they be men or women, or between both: they have whatyoucall'em,

[wizards], on their faces. 

COOK

Vizards, goodman lickspigot. 

BUTLER

If they be wise women, they may be wizards too. 

DRAWER

They desire to enter amongst any merry company of gentlemen goodfellows for a strain or two. 

COOK

We'll strain ourselves with 'em. Say let 'em come now, for the honour of Epire! 

[Enter Agatha and the others' wives, masked.] 

GNOTHOS

She [is] dancing with me: we have Siren here. 

The dance of old women masked; then [they] offer to take the men [out]. They agree all but Gnothos; he sits

with his wench, after [the dance] they whisper. 

COOK

Ay, so kind! Then everyone his wench to his several room. Gnothos, we are all provided now, as you are. 

Exeunt each with his wife; manet [Gnothos, Siren, and Agatha,] Gnothos's wife. 

GNOTHOS

I shall have two, it seems. Away! I have Siren here already. 

AGATHA

[Unmasks.] What a mermaid! 


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GNOTHOS

No, but a maid, horseface! Oh, old woman, is it you? 

AGATHA

Yes, 'tis I! All the rest have gulled themselves and taken their own wives; and shall know that they have done

more than they can well answer. But, I pray you, husband, what are you doing? 

GNOTHOS

Faith, thus should I do if thou were dead, old Ag, and thou has not long to live, I'm sure. We have Siren here. 

AGATHA

Art thou so shameless whilst I am living, to keep one under my nose? 

GNOTHOS

No, Ag, I do prize her far above thy nose. If thou wouldst lay me both thine eyes in my hand to boot, I'll not

leave her. Art not ashamed to be seen in a tavern, and hast scarce a fortnight to live? Oh, old woman, what art

thou! Must thou find no time to think of thy end? 

AGATHA

Oh, unkind villain! 

GNOTHOS

[To Siren] And then, sweetheart, thou shalt have two new gowns, and the best of this old, old woman's shall

make thee raiments for the working days. 

AGATHA

Oh, rascal! Dost thou quarter my clothes already too? 

GNOTHOS

Her ruffs will serve thee for nothing but to wash dishes, for thou shalt have nine of the new fashion. 

AGATHA

Impudent villain! Shameless harlot! 

GNOTHOS

You may hear she never wore any but rails all her lifetime. 

AGATHA

Let me come, I'll tear the strumpet from him! 

GNOTHOS

Dar'st thou call my wife strumpet, thou preterpluperfect tense of a woman? I'll make thee do penance in the

sheet thou shalt be buried in. Abuse my choice, my two to one! 

AGATHA

[Aside] No, unkind villain, I'll deceive thee yet!I have a reprieve for five years of life: I am with child! 

SIREN

Cud, so, Gnothos; I'll not tarry so long! Five years! I may bury two husbands by that time. 

GNOTHOS


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Alas, give the poor woman leave to talk. She with child? Ay, with a puppy! As long as I have thee by me, she

shall not be with child, I warrant thee. 

AGATHA

The law and thou and all shall find I am with child. 

GNOTHOS

I'll take my corporal oath I begat it not, and then thou diest for adultery. 

AGATHA

No matter, that will ask some time in the proof. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, you'd be stoned to death, would you? All old women would die a' that fashion with all their hearts, but

the law shall overthrow you the t'other way first. 

SIREN

Indeed, if it be so, I will not linger so long, Gnothos. 

GNOTHOS

Away, away, some botcher has got it; 'tis but a cushion, I warrant thee. The old woman is loath to depart; she

never sung other tune in her life. 

SIREN

We will not have our noses bored with a cushion if it be so. 

GNOTHOS

Go, go thy ways, thou old almanac at the twentyeighth day of December, even almost out of date! Down on

thy knees and make thee ready. Sell some of thy clothes to buy thee a death's head and put upon thy middle

finger; your least considering bawd doe[s] so much; be not thou worse, though thou art an old woman as she

is. I am cloyed with old stockfish; here's a young perch is sweeter meat by half. Prithee, die before thy day if

thou canst, that thou mayst not be counted a witch. 

AGATHA

No, thou art a witch and I'll prove it. I said I was with child; thou knew'st no other but by sorcery. Thou saidst

it was a cushion, and so it is! [Drops the cushion from beneath her gown.] Thou art a witch for it; I'll be

sworn to it! 

GNOTHOS

Ha, ha, ha; I told thee 'twas a cushion! Go get thy sheet ready; we'll see thee buried as we go to the church to

be married. 

Ex[eunt Gnothos and Siren]. 

AGATHA

Nay, I'll follow thee and show myself a wife. I'll plague thee as long as I live with thee, and I'll bury some

money before I die that my ghost may haunt thee afterward! 

Exit. 


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IV.ii. [Outside Leonides' lodge in the woods]

Enter Cleanthes. 

CLEANTHES

What's that? Oh, nothing but the whispering wind 

Breathes through yon churlish hawthorn that grew rude 

As if it chid the gentle breath that kissed it. 

I cannot be too circumspect, too careful, 

For in these woods lies hid all my life's treasure, 

Which is too much ever to fear to lose, 

Though it be never lost. And if our watchfulness 

Ought to be wise and serious against a thief 

That comes to steal our goods, things all without us, 

That proves vexation often more than comfort, 

How mighty ought our providence to be 

To prevent those, if any such there were, 

That come to rob our bosom of our joys 

That only makes poor man delight to live! 

Pshaw! I'm too fearful. Fie, fie, who can hurt me? 

But 'tis a general cowardice that shakes 

The nerves of confidence. He that hides treasure 

Imagines everyone thinks of that place, 

When 'tis a thing least minded. Nay, let him change 

The place continually, where'er it keeps, 

There will the fear keep still. 

Enter Hippolita. 

Yonder's the storehouse 

Of all my comfort now; and see, it sends forth 

A dear one to me. Precious chief of women, 

How does the good old soul? Has he fed well? 

HIPPOLITA

Beshrew me, sir, he made the heartiest meal today, 

Much good may it do his health! 

CLEANTHES

A blessing on thee, 

Both for thy news and wish. 

HIPPOLITA

His stomach, sir, 

Is bettered wondrously since his concealment. 

CLEANTHES

Heaven has a blessed work in it. Come, we're safe here; 

I prithee, call him forth, the air's much wholesomer. 

HIPPOLITA

Father! 


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Enter Leonides. 

[LEONIDES] 

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! 

It is so seldom heard, that when it speaks 

It ravishes all senses. [To Cleanthes] Lists of honour! 

I've a joy weeps to see you; 'tis so full, 

So fairly fruitful. 

CLEANTHES

[Kneels.] I hope to see you often and return 

Loaden with blessings still to pour on some. 

I find 'em all in my contented peace, 

And lose not one in thousands. They're dispersed 

So gloriously, I know not which are brighter! 

I find 'em as angels are found, by legions: 

First in the love and honesty of a wife, 

Which is the first and chiefest of all temporal blessings; 

Next in yourself, which is the hope and joy 

Of all my actions, my affairs, my wishes; 

And lastly, which crowns all, I find my soul 

Crowned with the peace of 'em, the eternal riches, 

Man's only portion for his heavenly marriage. 

LEONIDES

Rise, thou art all obedience, love, and goodness. 

I dare say that which thousand fathers cannot, 

And that's my precious comfort: never son 

Was in the way more of celestial rising! 

Thou art so made of such ascending virtue 

That all the powers of hell cannot sink thee. 

A horn. 

CLEANTHES

Ha! 

LEONIDES

What was it disturbed my joy? 

CLEANTHES

Did you not hear, 

As afar off? 

LEONIDES

What, my excellent consort? 

HIPPOLITA

I heard a 

A horn. 


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CLEANTHES

Hark, again! 

LEONIDES

Bless my joy, 

What ails it on a sudden? 

CLEANTHES

Now, since lately. 

LEONIDES

'Tis nothing but a symptom of thy care, man. 

CLEANTHES

Alas, you do not hear well. 

LEONIDES

What was it, daughter? 

HIPPOLITA

I heard a sound twice. 

A horn. 

CLEANTHES

Hark, louder and nearer. 

In, for the precious good of virtue, quick, sir! 

[Exit Leonides.] 

Louder and nearer yet; at hand, at hand! 

A hunting here 'tis strange: I never knew 

Game followed in these woods before. 

HIPPOLITA

Now let 'em come and spare not. 

Enter Duke [Evander], Simonides, Courtiers, and [Cratilus the] executioner. 

CLEANTHES

Ha, 'tis Is it not the duke? Look sparingly. 

HIPPOLITA

'Tis he, but what of that? Alas, take heed, sir, 

Your care will overthrow us. 

CLEANTHES

Come, it shall not; 

Let's set a pleasant face upon our fears 

Though our hearts shake with horror. Ha, ha, ha! 


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EVANDER

Hark! 

CLEANTHES

Prithee, proceed. 

[Loudly] I'm taken with these light things infinitely 

Since the old man's decease. Ha, so they parted, ha, ha, ha! 

EVANDER

Why, how should I believe this? Look, he's merry 

As if he had no such charge. One with that care 

Could never be so. Still, he holds his temper, 

And 'tis the same, still with no difference, 

He brought his father's corpse to the grave with. 

He laughed thus then, you know. 

FIRST COURTIER

Ay, he may laugh, my lord: 

That shows but how he glories in his cunning, 

And, perhaps, done more to advance his wit 

Than to express affection to his father; 

That only he has overreached the law. 

SIMONIDES

He tells you right, my lord; his own cousingerman 

Revealed it first to me, a freetongued woman, 

And very excellent at telling secrets. 

EVANDER

If a contempt can be so neatly carried, 

It gives me cause of wonder. 

SIMONIDES

Troth, my lord, 

'Twill prove a delicate cozening, I believe. 

I'd have no scrivener offer to come near it. 

EVANDER

Cleanthes. 

CLEANTHES

My loved lord! 

EVANDER

[Aside] Not moved a whit, 

Constant to [lightness] still.'Tis strange to meet you 

Upon a ground so unfrequented, sir. 

This does not sit your passion; you're for mirth 

Or I mistake you much. 


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CLEANTHES

But, finding it 

Grow to a noted imperfection in me, 

For anything too much is vicious, 

I come to these disconsolate walks of purpose, 

Only to dull and take away the edge on it. 

I ever had a greater zeal to sadness; 

A natural proportion, I confess, my lord, 

Before that cheerful accident fell out, 

If I may call a father's funeral cheerful 

Without wrong done to duty or my love. 

EVANDER

It seems, then, you take pleasure in these walks, sir? 

CLEANTHES

Contemplative content, I do, my lord; 

They bring into my mind oft meditations 

So sweetly precious, that in the parting 

I find a shower of grace upon my cheeks 

They take their leave so feelingly. 

EVANDER

So, sir. 

CLEANTHES

Which is a kind of grave delight, my lord. 

EVANDER

And I've small cause, Cleanthes, to afford you 

The least delight that has a name. 

CLEANTHES

My lord? 

SIMONIDES

Now it begins to fadge. 

FIRST COURTIER

Peace! Thou art so greedy, Sim. 

EVANDER

In your excess of joy, you have expressed 

Your rancour and contempt against my law. 

Your smiles deserve fining; you've professed 

Derision openly, even to my face, 

Which might be death, a little more incensed. 

You do not come for any freedom here, 

But for a project of your own. 

But all that's known to be contentful to thee 

Shall in the use prove deadly. Your life's mine 


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If ever thy presumption do but lead thee 

Into these walks again, ay, or that woman. 

[To Courtiers] I'll have 'em watched a' purpose. 

[Cleanthes and Hippolita step aside.] 

FIRST COURTIER

Now, now, his colour ebbs and flows! 

SIMONIDES

Mark hers too. 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, who shall bring food to the poor old man now? 

Speak somewhat good, sir, or we're lost forever. 

CLEANTHES

Oh, you did wondrous ill to call me again; 

There are not words to help us. If I entreat, 

'Tis found; that will betray us worse than silence. 

Prithee, let heaven alone and let's say nothing. 

FIRST COURTIER

You've struck 'em dumb, my lord. 

SIMONIDES

Look how guilt looks! 

I would not have that fear upon my flesh 

To save ten fathers. 

CLEANTHES

He is safe still, is he not? 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, you do ill to doubt it. 

CLEANTHES

Thou art all goodness. 

SIMONIDES

How does your grace believe? 

EVANDER

'Tis too apparent. 

Search, make a speedy search, for the imposture 

Cannot be far off by the fear it sends. 

CLEANTHES

Ha! 

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H'as the lapwing's cunning, I'm afraid, my lord, 

That cries most when she's farthest from the nest. 

CLEANTHES

Oh, we're betrayed! 

HIPPOLITA

Betrayed, sir? 

SIMONIDES

See, my lord, 

It comes out more and more still. 

Exeunt Courtiers and Simonides. 

CLEANTHES

Bloody thief! 

Come from that place; 'tis sacred, homicide, 

'Tis not for thy adulterate hands to touch it! 

HIPPOLITA

Oh miserable virtue, what distress 

Art thou in at this minute? 

CLEANTHES

Help me, thunder, 

For my power's lost! Angels, shoot plagues and help me! 

Why are these men in health and I so heartsick? 

Or why should nature have that power in me 

To levy up a thousand bleeding sorrows, 

And not one comfort? Only makes me lie 

Like the poor mockery of an earthquake here, 

Panting with horror, and have not so much force 

In all my vengeance to shake a villain a' me! 

Enter Courtiers, Simonides, Leonides. 

HIPPOLITA

Use him gently and heaven will love you for it. 

CLEANTHES

Father, oh father, now I see thee full 

In thy affection! Thou'rt a man of sorrow, 

But reverently becom'st it, that's my comfort. 

Extremity was never better graced 

Than with that look of thine. Oh, let me look still 

For I shall lose it; all my joy and strength 

Is e'en eclips'd together. [Kneels before Evander.] I transgressed 

Your law, my lord; let me receive the sting on't. 

Be once just, sir, and let the offender die; 

He's innocent in all, and I am guilty. 


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LEONIDES

Your grace knows when affection only speaks; 

Truth is not always there. His love would draw 

An undeserved misery on his youth, 

And wrong a peace resolved, on both parts sinful. 

'Tis I am guilty of my own concealment 

And, like a worldly coward, injured heaven 

With fear to go to it. Now I see my fault 

And am prepared with joy to suffer for it. 

EVANDER

Go, give him quick dispatch, let him see his death; 

And your presumption, sir, shall come to judgment. 

Exeunt [Evander, Simonides, Courtiers and Cratilus] with Leonides. 

HIPPOLITA

He's going! Oh, he's gone, sir! 

CLEANTHES

Let me rise. 

HIPPOLITA

Why do you not then, and follow? 

CLEANTHES

I strive for it. 

Is there no hand of pity that will ease me 

And take this villain from my heart awhile? 

HIPPOLITA

Alas, he's gone. 

CLEANTHES

A worse supplies his place then, 

A weight more ponderous. I cannot follow. 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, misery of affliction! 

CLEANTHES

They will stay 

Till I can come; they must be so good ever, 

Though they be ne'er so cruel. 

My last leave must be taken, think a' that, 

And this last blessing give. I will not lose 

That for a thousand consorts. 

HIPPOLITA

That hope's wretched. 


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CLEANTHES

The unutterable stings of fortune! 

All griefs are to be borne, save this alone! 

This, like a headlong torrent, overturns 

The frame of nature; 

For he that gives us life first, as a father, 

Locks all his natural sufferings in our blood; 

The sorrow that he feels, are our heads, 

They are incorporate to us. 

HIPPOLITA

Noble sir! 

CLEANTHES

Let me behold [thee] well. 

HIPPOLITA

Sir! 

CLEANTHES

Thou shouldst be good, 

Or thou art a dangerous substance to be lodged 

So near the heart of man. 

HIPPOLITA

What means this, dear sir? 

CLEANTHES

To thy trust only was this blessed secret 

Kindly committed. 'Tis destroyed: thou seest 

What follows to be thought on it. 

HIPPOLITA

Miserable! 

Why, here's the unhappiness of woman still, 

That having forfeited in old times their trust, 

Now makes their faiths suspected that are just! 

Enter Eugenia. 

CLEANTHES

What shall I say to all my sorrows then, 

That look for satisfaction? 

EUGENIA

Ha, ha, ha, cousin! 

CLEANTHES

How ill dost thou become this time! 


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EUGENIA

Ha, ha, ha, 

Why, that's but your opinion: a young wench 

Becomes the time at all times. 

Now, coz, we're even! And you be remembered 

You left a strumpet and a whore at home with me, 

And such fine fieldbed words which could not cost you 

Less than a father. 

CLEANTHES

Is it come that way? 

EUGENIA

Had you an uncle he should go the same way too. 

CLEANTHES

Oh, eternity! 

What monster is this fiend in labour with? 

EUGENIA

An asscolt with two heads, that's she and you! 

I will not lose so glorious a revenge 

Not to be understood in it. I betray him, 

And now we're even, you'd best keep you so. 

CLEANTHES

Is there not poison yet enough to kill me? 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, sir, forgive me, it was I betrayed him. 

CLEANTHES

How! 

HIPPOLITA

Ay. 

CLEANTHES

The fellow of my heart 'twill speed me then. 

HIPPOLITA

Her tears that never wept, and mine own pity 

Even cozened me together and stole from me 

This secret, which fierce death should not have purchased. 

CLEANTHES

Nay, then we're at an end; all we are false ones 

And ought to suffer: I was false to wisdom 

In trusting woman, thou were false to faith 

In uttering of the secret, and thou false 

To goodness in deceiving such a pity. 


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We are all tainted some way, but thou worst; 

And for thy infectious spots ought to die first. 

[Draws his sword.] 

EUGENIA

Pray turn your weapon, sir, upon your mistress; 

I come not so illfriended. Rescue, servants! 

Enter Simonides and Courtiers. 

CLEANTHES

Are you so whorishly provided? 

SIMONIDES

Yes, sir, 

She has more weapons at command than one. 

EUGENIA

Put forward, man; thou art most sure to have me. 

SIMONIDES

I shall be surer if I keep behind, though. 

EUGENIA

Now, servants, show your loves! 

SIMONIDES

I'll show my love too, afar off. 

EUGENIA

I love to be so courted! Woo me, there! 

SIMONIDES

I love to keep good weapons though ne'er fought; 

I'm sharper set within than I am without. 

HIPPOLITA

Oh, gentlemen! Cleanthes! 

EUGENIA

Fight! Upon him! 

HIPPOLITA

Thy thirst of blood proclaims thee now a strumpet. 

EUGENIA

'Tis dainty, next to procreation fitting; 

I'd either be destroying men or getting. 

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FIRST OFFICER 

Forbear, on your allegiance, gentlemen! 

He's the duke's prisoner, and we seize upon him 

To answer this contempt against the law. 

CLEANTHES

I obey fate in all things. 

HIPPOLITA

Happy rescue! 

SIMONIDES

I would you'd seized upon him a minute sooner; it had saved me a cut finger. I wonder how I came by it, for I

never put my hand forth, I'm sure. I think my own sword did cut it, if truth were known; maybe the wire in

the handle. I have lived these fiveandtwenty years and never knew what colour my blood was before. I

never durst eat oysters, nor cut peckloaves. 

EUGENIA

You have shown your spirits, gentlemen, but you have cut your finger. 

SIMONIDES

Ay, the wedding finger too. A pox on it! 

FIRST COURTIER

You'll prove a bawdy bachelor, Sim, to have a cut upon your finger before you are married. 

SIMONIDES

I'll never draw sword again to have such a jest put upon me. 

[Exeunt.] 

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Sword and Mace carried before them, enter Simonides and the Courtiers. 

SIMONIDES

Be ready with your prisoner; we'll sit instantly 

And rise before 'leven, or when we please. 

Shall we not follow, judges? 

FIRST COURTIER

'Tis committed 

All to our power, censure, and pleasure, now 

The duke hath made us chief lords of this session; 

And we may speak by fits, or sleep by turns. 

SIMONIDES


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Leave that to us, but, whatsoe'er we do, 

The prisoner shall be sure to be condemned. 

Sleeping or waking, we are resolved on that 

Before we set upon him? 

SECOND COURTIER

Make you question 

If not? Cleanthes? And [our] enemy! 

Nay, a concealer of his father too, 

A vile example in these days of youth. 

SIMONIDES

If they were given to follow such examples, 

But sure I think they are not; howsoe'er, 

'Twas wickedly attempted, that's my judgment, 

And it shall pass while I am in power to sit. 

Never by prince were such young judges made; 

But now the cause requires it, if you mark it. 

He must make young or none, for all the old ones, 

[Their fathers], he hath sent afishing, and my 

Father's one. I humbly thank his highness. 

Enter Eugenia. 

FIRST COURTIER

[Widow]! 

EUGENIA

You almost hit my name no[w], gentlemen; 

You come so wondrous near it, I admire you 

For your judgment. 

SIMONIDES

My wife that must be, she! 

EUGENIA

My husband goes upon his last hour now. 

FIRST COURTIER

On his last legs, I'm sure. 

EUGENIA

September the seventeenth, 

I will not bate an hour on it; and tomorrow 

His latest hour's expired. 

SECOND COURTIER

Bring him to judgment; 

The jury's panelled and the verdict given 

[Ere] he appears, we have ta'en course for that. 


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SIMONIDES

And officers to attach the gray young man, 

The youth of fourscore. Be of comfort, lady; 

We shall no longer bosom January, 

For that I will take order and provide 

For you a lusty April. 

EUGENIA

The month that ought, indeed, 

To go before May. 

FIRST COURTIER

Do as we have said; 

Take a strong guard and bring him into court. 

Lady Eugenia, see this charge performed 

That, having his life forfeited by the law, 

He may relieve his soul. 

EUGENIA

Willingly! 

From shaven chins never came better justice 

Than these newtouched by reason. 

[Exit Eugenia.] 

SIMONIDES

What you do 

Do suddenly, we charge you, for we purpose 

To make but a short sessions. 

Enter Hippolita. 

Ah, new business! 

FIRST COURTIER

The fair Hippolita! Now, what's your suit? 

HIPPOLITA

Alas, I know not how to style you yet; 

To call you judges doth not suit your years, 

Nor heads and [beards] show more antiquity. 

Yet sway yourselves with equity and truth 

And I'll proclaim you [reverend] and repeat, 

"Once in my lifetime I have seen grave heads 

Placed upon young men's shoulders." 

SECOND COURTIER

Hark, she flouts us, 

And thinks to make us monstrous. 

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Prove not so, 

For yet, methinks, you bear the shapes of men, 

Though nothing more than [mercy beautifies] 

To make you appear angels. But if [you] crimson 

Your name and power with blood and cruelty, 

Suppress fair virtue and enlarge of old vice, 

Both against heaven and nature draw your sword, 

Make either will or humour turn the soul 

Of your created greatness, and in that 

Oppose all goodness, I must tell you there 

You're more than monstrous. In the very act, 

You change yourself to devils. 

FIRST COURTIER

She's a witch! 

Hark, she begins to conjure! 

SIMONIDES

Time, you see, 

Is short; much business now on foot. Shall I 

Give her her answer? 

SECOND COURTIER

None upon the bench 

More learnedly can do it. 

SIMONIDES

Hem, hem, hem! Then list: 

I wonder at thine impudence, young huswife, 

That thou dar'st plead for such a base offender. 

Conceal a father past his time to die! 

What son and heir would have done this but he? 

FIRST COURTIER

I vow not I. 

HIPPOLITA

Because we are parricides! 

And how can comfort be derived from such 

That pity not their fathers? 

SECOND COURTIER

You are fresh and fair, practise young women's ends; 

When husbands are distressed, provide them friends. 

SIMONIDES

I'll set him forward, fee thee. Without fee? 

Some wives would pay for such a courtesy! 

HIPPOLITA

Times of amazement, [where doth] goodness dwell? 


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I sought for charity, but knock at hell! 

Exit. Enter Eugenia, with Lisander prisoner, [and] a guard. 

SIMONIDES

Eugenia, come! Command a second guard 

To bring Cleanthes in. We'll not sit long, 

My stomach strives to dinner. 

EUGENIA

Now, servants, may a lady be so bold 

To call your power so low? 

SIMONIDES

A mistress may; 

She can make all things low, then in that language 

There can be no offense. 

EUGENIA

The time's now come 

Of manumissions; take him into bonds, 

And I am then at freedom. 

SECOND COURTIER

This the man! 

He hath left of late to feed on snakes, 

His beard's turned white again. 

FIRST COURTIER

Is it possible these gouty legs danced lately, 

And shattered in a galliard? 

EUGENIA

Jealousy 

And fear of death can work strange prodigies. 

SECOND COURTIER

The nimble fencer this, that made me tear 

And traverse 'bout the chamber? 

SIMONIDES

Ay, and gave me 

Those elbow healths, the hangman take him for it! 

They had almost fetched my heart out. The Dutch venny 

I swallowed pretty well, but the halfpike 

Had almost [pepper'd] me. But had I took, 

Being swollen, I had cast my lungs out. 

A [flourish]. Enter the Duke [Evander]. 

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Peace, the duke! 

EVANDER

Nay, [take] your seats. Who's that? 

SIMONIDES

May it please your highness, 'tis old Lisander. 

EVANDER

And brought in by his wife! A worthy precedent 

Of one that no way would offend the law, 

And should not pass away without remark. 

[To Lisander] You had been looked for long. 

LISANDER

But never fit 

To die till now, my lord; my sins and I 

Have been but newly parted. Much ado 

I had to get them leave me, or be taught 

That difficult lesson, how to learn to die. 

I never thought there had been such an act, 

And 'tis the only discipline we are born for. 

All studies as are, are but as circular lines 

And death the centre where they must all meet. 

I now can look upon thee, erring woman, 

And not be vexed with jealousy; on young men, 

And no way envy their delicious health, 

Pleasure and strength, all which were once mine own, 

And mine must be their's one day. 

EVANDER

You have tamed him. 

SIMONIDES

And know how to dispose him. That, my liege, 

Hath been before determined. [To Lisander] You confess 

Yourself of full age? 

LISANDER

Yes, and prepared to inherit 

[EUGENIA] 

Your place above! 

SIMONIDES

Of which the hangman's strength 

Shall put him in possession. 

[LISANDER] 

'Tis still 

To take me willing and in mind to die, 


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And such are, when the earth grows weary of them, 

Most fit for heaven. 

SIMONIDES

The court shall make his mittimus 

And send him thither presently. In the meantime 

EVANDER

Guard! Away to death with him! 

[Exit Lisander, led off by guard. Enter a guard with Cleanthes, Hippolita weeping after him.] 

SIMONIDES

So! See, another person brought to the bar! 

FIRST COURTIER

The arch malefactor! 

SECOND COURTIER

The grand offender! The most refractory 

To all good order! 'Tis Cleanthes, he 

SIMONIDES

That would have sons grave fathers ere their fathers 

Be sent unto their graves. 

EVANDER

There will be expectation 

In your severe proceedings against him, 

His act being so capital? 

SIMONIDES

Fearful and bloody! 

Therefore we charge these women leave the court 

Lest they should [swoon] to hear it. 

EUGENIA

Ay, in expectation 

Of a most happy freedom! 

Exit. 

HIPPOLITA

Ay, with the apprehension 

Of a most sad and desolate widowhood! 

Exit. 

FIRST COURTIER

We bring him to the bar. 


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SECOND COURTIER

Hold up your hand, sir. 

CLEANTHES

More reverence to the place than to the persons! 

To the one I offer up a [spreading] palm 

Of duty and obedience showed [th]us to heaven, 

Imploring justice which was never wanting 

Upon that bench whilst their own fathers sat. 

But unto you, my hand's contracted, thus, 

As threatening vengeance against murderers; 

For they that kill in thought, shed innocent blood! 

With pardon to your highness, too much passion 

Made me forget your presence and the place; 

I now am called to. 

EVANDER

All [our] majesty 

And power we have to pardon or condemn, 

Is now conferred on them. 

SIMONIDES

And these we'll use 

Little to thine advantage. 

CLEANTHES

I expect it. 

And as to these, I look no mercy from [them] 

And much less mean to entreat it. I thus now 

Submit me [to] the emblems of your power, I mean 

The sword and bench. But, my most reverend judges, 

Ere you proceed to sentence, for I know 

You have given me lost, will you resolve me one thing? 

FIRST COURTIER

So it be briefly questioned. 

SECOND COURTIER

Show your honour, 

Day spends itself apace. 

CLEANTHES

My lords, it shall 

Resolve me then. Where are your filial tears, 

Your mourning habits, and sad hearts become, 

That should attend your fathers' funeral? 

Though the stric[t] law, which I will not accuse 

Because a subject, snatched away their lives, 

It doth not bar [you] to lament their deaths; 

Or, if you cannot spare one sad suspire, 

It doth not bid you laugh them to their graves, 


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Lay subtle trains to antedate their years, 

To be the sooner seized of their estates. 

Oh time of age! Where's that Aeneas now, 

Who, letting all his jewels to the flames, 

Forgetting country, kindred, treasure, friends, 

Fortunes, and all things save the name of son, 

Which you so much forget? Go like Aeneas, 

Who took his bedrid father on his back, 

And with the sacred load, to him no burden, 

Hewed out his way through blood, through fire, through 

Even all the armed streets of brightburning Troy, 

Only to save a father. 

SIMONIDES

We have no leisure now 

To hear lessons read from Virgil; we are passed school 

And all this time thy judges. 

SECOND COURTIER

'Tis fit 

That we proceed to sentence. 

FIRST COURTIER

You are the mouth, 

And now 'tis fit to open. 

SIMONIDES

Justice, indeed, 

Should ever be closeeared and openmouthed, 

That is, to hear him little and speak much. 

Lo, then, Cleanthes, there's none can be 

A good son and a bad subject, for if princes, 

Becalled the people's fathers, then the subjects 

Are all his sons, and he that flouts the prince 

Doth disobey his father. There ye are gone. 

FIRST COURTIER

And not to be recovered. 

SIMONIDES

And again 

SECOND COURTIER

If he be gone once, call him not again. 

SIMONIDES

I say again, this act of thine expresses 

A double obedience. As our princes 

Are fathers, so they are our sovereigns too, 

And he that doth rebel against sovereignty 

Doth commit treason in the height of degree. 


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And now thou art quite gone. 

FIRST COURTIER

Our brother in commission 

Hath spoke his mind both learnedly and neatly, 

And I can add but little, howsoever 

It shall send him packing. 

He that begins a fault that wants example, 

Ought to be made example for the fault. 

CLEANTHES

A fault! No longer can I hold myself 

To hear vice upheld and virtue thrown down. 

A fault! Judge, then, I desire, where it lieth, 

In those that are my judges or in me. 

Heaven stand on my side! Pity love and duty! 

SIMONIDES

Where are they, sir? Who sees them but yourself? 

CLEANTHES

Not you, and I am sure; you never had 

The gracious eyes to see them. You think you arraign me, 

But I hope to sentence you at the bar. 

SECOND COURTIER

That would show brave! 

CLEANTHES

This were the judgment seat. 

We [k]now the heaviest crimes that ever made up 

Unnaturalness in humanity, 

You are found foul and guilty by the jury 

Made of your fathers' curses which have brought 

Vengeance impending on you, and I now 

Am forced to pronounce judgment of my judges. 

The common laws of reason and of nature 

Condemn you ipso facto! You are parricides, 

And if you marry will beget the [like], 

Who, when grown to full maturity, 

Will hurry you, their fathers, to your graves. 

Like traitors, you take counsel from the living; 

Of upright judgment, you would rob the bench; 

Experience and discretion snatch away 

From the earth's face; turn all into disorder, 

Imprison virtue, and enfranchise vice; 

And put the sword of justice into the hands 

Of boys and madmen. 

SIMONIDES

Well, well, have you done, sir? 


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CLEANTHES

I have spoke my thoughts. 

SIMONIDES

Then I'll begin 

And end. 

EVANDER

'Tis time I now begin, 

Where your commission ends. Cleanthes, 

You come from the bar. Because I know 

You're severally disposed, I here invite you 

To an object will, no doubt, work in you 

Contrary effects. Music! 

Music [sounds], and the old men [Lisander, Leonides, Creon] appear. 

CLEANTHES

Pray heaven 

I dream not! Sure he moves, talks comfortably 

As joy can wish a man. If he be changed 

Far above from me, he is not illtreated. 

His face doth promise fullness of content 

And glory hath a part in it. 

LEONIDES

Oh, my son! 

EVANDER

You that can claim acquaintance with these lads, 

Talk freely. 

SIMONIDES

I can see none there that's worth 

One hand to you from me. 

EVANDER

These are thy judges, and by their grave law 

I find thee clear, but these delinquents guilty. 

You must change places, for 'tis so decreed 

Such just preeminence hath thy goodness gained; 

Thou art the judge now, they the men arraigned. 

[Cleanthes, Lisander, Leonides and Creon change places with Simonides and the Courtiers.] 

FIRST COURTIER

Here's fine dancing, gentlemen! 

SECOND COURTIER

Is thy father amongst them? 


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[SIMONIDES] 

Oh, a pox! I saw him the first thing I looked on. Alive again! 'Slight, I believe now a father hath as many

lives as a mother. 

[CLEANTHES] 

'Tis full as blessed as 'tis wonderful! 

Oh, bring me back to the same law again, 

I'm fouler than all these! Seize on me, 

Officers, and bring me to new sentence. 

[EVANDER] 

What's all this? 

CLEANTHES

A fault not to be pardoned! 

Unnaturalness is but sun's shadow to it. 

SIMONIDES

I am glad of that; I hope the case may alter and I turn judge again. 

EVANDER

Name your offense. 

CLEANTHES

That I should be so vile 

As once to think you cruel. 

EVANDER

Is that all? 

'Twas pardoned ere confessed. [To the old men] You that have sons, 

If they be worthy, here [may] challenge [them]. 

[CREON] 

I should have one amongst them, had he had grace 

To have retained that name. 

SIMONIDES

I pray you, father. 

[CREON] 

That name I know hath been long since forgot. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] I find but small comfort in remembering it now. 

EVANDER

Cleanthes, take your place with these grave father[s] 

And read what in that table is inscribed. 

[He hands him a paper, and points to Simonides and the Courtiers.] 


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Now set these at the bar, and read, Cleanthes, 

To the dread and terror of disobedience and unnatural blood. 

CLEANTHES

[Reading] "It is decreed by the grave and learned council of Epire, that no son and heir shall be held capable

of his inheritance at the age of oneandtwenty unless he be at that time as [mature] in obedience, manners,

and goodness." 

SIMONIDES

Sure I shall never be at full age then, though I live to an hundred years, and that's nearer by twenty than the

last statute allowed. 

FIRST COURTIER

A terrible act! 

[CLEANTHES] 

"Moreover is enacted that all sons aforesaid, whom either this law, or their own grace, shall reduce into the

true method of duty, virtue, and affection, relate their trial and approbation from Cleanthes, the son of

Leonides" From me, my lord? 

EVANDER

From none but you as fullest. Proceed, sir. 

CLEANTHES

"Whom for his manifest virtues, we make such judge and censure of youth, and the absolute reference of life

and manners." 

SIMONIDES

This is a brave world! When a man should be selling land, he must be learning manners. It is not, my

masters? 

Enter Eugenia. 

EUGENIA

What's here to do? My suitors at the bar? 

The old [band] shines again; oh miserable! 

She swoons. 

EVANDER

Read the law over to her, 'twill awake her. 

'Tis one deserves small pity. 

CLEANTHES

"Lastly, it is ordained that all such wives now whatsoever that shall design the[ir] husbands' death to be soon

rid of them and entertain suitors in their husbands' lifetime" 

SIMONIDES

You had best read that a little louder, for if anything, that will bring her to herself again, and find her tongue. 


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CLEANTHES

"Shall not presume, on the penalty of our heavy displeasure, to marry within ten years after." 

EUGENIA

That law's too long by nine years and a half; 

I'll take my death upon it, so shall most women. 

CLEANTHES

"And those incontinent women so offending, to be judge[d] and censured by Hippolita, wife to Cleanthes." 

EUGENIA

Of all the rest, I'll not be judge[d] by her. 

Enter Hippolita. 

CLEANTHES

Ah, here she comes. Let me prevent thy joys, 

Prevent them but in part and hide the rest, 

Thou hast not strength enough to bear them else. 

HIPPOLITA

Leonides! 

She faints. 

CLEANTHES

I feared it all this while. 

I knew 'twas past thy power, Hippolita. 

What contrariety is in women's blood? 

One faints for spleen and anger, she for grace. 

EVANDER

Of sons and wives, we see the worst and best; 

M[a]y future ages yield Hippolitas 

Many, but few like thee, Eugenia. 

Let no Simonides henceforth have a fame, 

But all blest sons live in Cleanthes' name. 

Music. 

Ha, what strange kind of melody was that? 

Yet give it entrance, whatsoe'er it be. 

This day is all devout to liberty. 

Enter [Gnothos the] Clown and [Siren the] Wench, the rest [Cook, Butler, Bailiff, Tailor] with the old women

and [Agatha] the Clown's wife [accompanied by fiddlers]; music, and a bridecake to the wedding. 

GNOTHOS

Fiddlers, crowd on, crowd on; let no man lay a block in your way. Crowd on, I say! 

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Stay the crowd awhile, let's know the reason of this jollity. 

CLEANTHES

Sirrah, do you know where you are? 

GNOTHOS

Yes, sir, I am here, now here, and now here again, sir. 

LISANDER

Your hat's too highcrowned: the duke in presence. 

GNOTHOS

The duke? As he is my sovereign, I do give him two crowns for it, and that's equal change all the world over.

As I am lord of the day, being my marriage day the second, I do advance bonnet. Crowd on afore! 

LEONIDES

Good sir, a few words if you'll vouchsafe 'em, or will you be forced? 

GNOTHOS

Forced? I would the duke himself would say so! 

EVANDER

I think he dares, sir, and does. If you stay not, you shall be forced. 

GNOTHOS

I think so, my lord, and good reason too. Shall not I stay when your grace says I shall? I were unworthy to be

a bridegroom in any part of your highness' dominions then. Will it please you to taste of the wedlock

courtesy? 

EVANDER

Oh, by no means, sir. You shall not deface so fair an ornament for me. 

GNOTHOS

If your grace be pleased to be cakated, say so. 

EVANDER

And which might be your fair bride, sir? 

GNOTHOS

This is my twoforone that must be uxor uxoris, the remedy doloris, and the very syceum amoris. 

EVANDER

And hast thou any else? 

GNOTHOS

I have an older, my lord, for other uses. 

CLEANTHES

My lord, 

I do observe a strange decorum here. 

These that do lead this day of jollity, 


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Do march with music and most mirthful cheeks; 

Those that do follow, sad and woefully, 

Nearer the 'haviour of a funeral 

Than a wedding. 

EVANDER

'Tis true; pray expound that, sir. 

GNOTHOS

As the destiny of the day falls out, my lord, one goes out to wedding, another goes to hanging. And your

grace, in the due consideration, shalt find 'em much alike; the one hath the ring upon her finger, the other a

halter about her neck. "I take thee, Beatrice," says the bridegroom. "I take thee, Agatha," says the hangman.

And both say together, "To have and to hold till death do part us." 

EVANDER

This is not yet plain enough to my understanding. 

GNOTHOS

If further your grace examine it, you shall find I show myself a dutiful subject and obedient to the law.

Myself, with these my good friends and your good subjects, our old wives whose days are ripe and their lives

forfeit to the law: only myself, more forward than the rest, am already provided of my second choice. 

EVANDER

Oh, take heed, sir; you'll run yourself into danger if the law finds you with two wives at once. There's a

shrewd praemunire. 

GNOTHOS

I have taken leave of the old, my lord; I have nothing to say to her: she's going to sea. Your grace knows

whither better than I do. She has a strong wind with her; it stands full in her poop. When you please, let her

disembogue. 

COOK

And the rest of her neighbours with her, whom we present to the satisfaction of your highness' law. 

GNOTHOS

And so we take our leaves and leave them to your highness. Crowd on! 

EVANDER

Stay, stay, you are too forward. Will you marry and your wife yet living? 

GNOTHOS

Alas, she'll be dead before we can get to church, if your grace would set her in the way. I would dispatch her;

I have a venture on it which would return me, if your highness would make a little more haste, two for one. 

EVANDER

Come, my lords, we must sit again. Here's 

A case craves a most serious censure. 

COOK

Now they shall be dispatched out of the way. 


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GNOTHOS

I would they were gone [at] once. The time goes away. 

EVANDER

Which is the wife unto the forward bridegroom? 

AGATHA

I am, and it please your grace. 

EVANDER

Trust me, a lusty woman, 

Ablebodied, and wellblooded cheeks. 

GNOTHOS

Oh, she paints, my lord. She was a chambermaid once and learned it of her lady. 

EVANDER

Sure, I think she cannot be so old. 

AGATHA

Truly, I think so too, and please your grace. 

GNOTHOS

Two to one with your grace of that: she's threescore by the book. 

LEONIDES

Peace, sirrah, you're too loud! 

COOK

[Aside to Gnothos] Take heed, Gnothos, if you move the duke's patience; 'tis an edge tool: but a work and a

blow, he cuts off your head. 

GNOTHOS

[Aside to Cook] Cut off my head? Away, ignorant! He knows it costs more in the hair; he does not use to cut

off many such heads as mine. I will talk to him too. If he cut off my head, I'll give him my ears. I say my wife

is at full age for the law. The clerk shall take his oath and the churchbook shall be sworn too. 

EVANDER

My lords, I leave this censure to you. 

LEONIDES

Then, first, this fellow does deserve punishment 

For offering up a lusty, able woman 

Which may do service to the commonwealth, 

Where the law craves one impotent and useless. 

CREON

Therefore, to be severely punished 

For thus attempting a second marriage 

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LISANDER

Nay, to have it trebled, 

That even the day and instant when he should mourn 

As a kind husband to her funeral, 

He leads a triumph to the scorn of it, 

Which unseasonable joy ought to be punished 

With all severity. 

BUTLER

The fiddlers will be in a foul case too, by and by. 

LEONIDES

Nay, further, it seems he has a venture 

Of two for one at his second marriage, 

Which cannot be but a conspiracy 

Against the former. 

GNOTHOS

[Aside] A mess of wise old men! 

LISANDER

Sirrah, what can you answer to all these? 

GNOTHOS

Ye are good old men and talk as age will give you leave. I would speak with the youthful duke himself; he

and I may speak of things that shall be thirty of forty years after you are dead and rotten. Alas, you are here

today and gone to sea tomorrow. 

EVANDER

In truth, sir, then I must be plain with you. 

The law that should take away your old wife 

From you, the which I do perceive was your 

Desire, is void and frustrate, so for the rest. 

There has been since another parliament 

Has cut it off. 

GNOTHOS

I see your grace is disposed to be pleasant. 

EVANDER

Yes, you might perceive that; 

I had not else thus dallied with your follies. 

GNOTHOS

I'll talk further with your grace when I come back from church. In the meantime, you know what to do with

the old women. 

EVANDER

Stay, sir, unless in the meantime you mean 

I cause a gibbet to be set up in your way, 

And hang you at your return. 


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AGATHA

Oh, gracious prince! 

EVANDER

Your old wives cannot die today by any 

Law of mine. For aught I can say to 'em 

They may, by a new edict, bury you. 

And then, perhaps, you pay a new fine too. 

GNOTHOS

This is fine, indeed! 

AGATHA

Oh, gracious prince, may he live a hundred years more! 

COOK

Your venture is not like to come in today, Gnothos. 

GNOTHOS

Give me the principal back. 

COOK

Nay, by my troth, we'll venture still, and I'm sure we have as ill a venture of it as you, for we have taken old

wives of purpose, where that we had thought to have put away at this market, and now we cannot utter a

pennyworth. 

EVANDER

Well, sirrah, you were best to discharge 

Your new charge, and take your old one to you. 

GNOTHOS

Oh music! No music, but prove most doleful trumpets! 

Oh bride! No bride, but thou mayest prove a strumpet! 

Oh venture! No venture, I have for one now none! 

Oh wife! Thy life is sav'd when I hoped it had been gone! 

Case up your fruitless strings; no penny, no wedding! 

Case up thy maidenhead; no priest, no bedding! 

Avaunt my venture; it can ne'er be restored 

Till Ag, my old wife, be thrown overboard! 

Then, come again, old Ag, since it must be so; 

Let bride and venture with woeful music go! 

COOK

What for the bridecake, Gnothos? 

GNOTHOS

Let it be mouldy, now 'tis out of season; 

Let it grow out of date, current and reason! 

Let it be chipped and chopped, and given to chickens; 

No more is got by that than William Dickens 


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Got by his wooden dishes! 

Put up your plums as fiddlers put up pipes; 

The wedding dashed, the bridegroom weeps and wipes! 

Fiddlers, farewell, and now, without perhaps, 

Put up your fiddles as you put up scraps! 

LISANDER

This passion has given some satisfaction yet, 

My lord, I think you'll pardon him now with all 

The rest, so they live honestly with the wives 

They have. 

EVANDER

Oh, most freely! Free pardon to all! 

COOK

Ay, we have deserved our pardons if we can live honestly with such reverend wives that have no motion in

'em but their tongues. 

AGATHA

Heaven bless your grace, you're a just prince. 

GNOTHOS

All hopes dashed, the clerk's duties lost, 

Venture gone, my second wife divorced, 

And which is worse, the old one come back again! 

Such voyages are made nowadays. 

I will weep two salt of [my] nose, besides these two fountains of fresh water. Your grace had been more kind

to your young subjects. Heaven bless and mend your laws that they do not gull your poor country men [in

this] fashion. But I am not the first by forty that has been undone by the law; 'tis but a folly to stand upon

terms. I take my leave of your grace, as well as mine eyes will give me leave. I would they had been asleep in

their beds when they opened 'em to see this day! Come, Ag, come, Ag. 

[Exeunt Gnothos, Agatha, and the fiddlers.] 

CREON

Were not you all my servants? 

COOK

During your life, as we thought, sir, but our young master turned us away. 

CREON

[To Simonides] How headlong, villain, wert thou in thy ruin! 

SIMONIDES

I followed the fashion, sir, as other young men did. If you [were] as we thought you had been, we should

ne'er have come for this, I warrant you. We did not feed, after the old fashion, on beef and mutton and such

like. 

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deliver you from your wives: them you must keep. Yourselves shall again retain to me. 

ALL 

We thank your lordship for your love, and must thank ourselves for our bad bargains. 

[Exeunt the servants and the old wives.] 

EVANDER

Cleanthes, you delay the power of law 

To be inflicted on these misgoverned men 

That filial duty have so far transgressed. 

CLEANTHES

My lord, I see a satisfaction 

Meeting the sentence, even preventing it, 

Beating my words back in their utterance. 

See, sir, there's salt sorrow bringing forth fresh 

And new duties, as the sea propagates. 

[Simonides and the Courtiers kneel.] 

The elephants have found their joints too. Why, 

Here's humility able to bind up 

The punishing hands of the severest masters, 

Much more the gentle fathers'. 

SIMONIDES

I had ne'er thought to have been brought so low as my knees again, but, since there's no remedy Fathers,

reverend fathers, as you ever hope to have good sons and heirs, a handful of pity! We confess we have

deserved more than we are willing to receive at your hands, though sons can never deserve too much of their

fathers, as shall appear afterwards. 

CREON

And what way can you decline your feeding now? 

You cannot retire to beefs and muttons, sure. 

SIMONIDES

Alas, sir, you see a good pattern for that! Now we have laid by our high and lusty meats and are down to our

mary bones already. 

CREON

Well, sir, rise to virtues! [They rise.] We'll [bind] you now; 

You that were too weak yourselves to govern, 

By others shall be governed. 

LISANDER

Cleanthes, 

I meet your justice with reconcilement. 

If there be tears of faith in woman's breast, 

I have received a myriad which confirms me 

To find a happy renovation. 


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CLEANTHES

[To Leonides] Here's virtue's throne, 

Which I'll embellish with my dearest jewels 

Of love and faith, peace and affection! 

This is the altar of my sacrifice, 

Where daily my devoted knees shall bend. 

Agehonoured shrine! Time still so love you 

That I so long may have you in mine eye, 

Until my memory lose your beginning. 

For you, great prince, long may your fame survive, 

Your justice and your wisdom never die! 

Crown of your crown, the blessing of your land, 

Which you reach to her from your regent's hand. 

LEONIDES

Oh, Cleanthes, had you with us tasted 

The entertainment of our retirement, 

Feared and exclaimed on in your ignorance, 

You might have sooner died upon the wonder 

Than any rage or passion for our loss. 

A place at hand we were all strangers in; 

So sphered about with music, such delights, 

Viands, and attendance, and, once a day 

So cheered with a royal visitant, 

That ofttimes waking, our unsteady fantasies 

Would question whether we yet lived or no, 

Or had possession of that paradise 

Where angels be the guard. 

EVANDER

Enough, Leonides, 

You go beyond the praise. We have our end, 

And all is ended well. We have now seen 

The flowers and weeds that grew about our court. 

SIMONIDES

[Aside] If these be weeds, I'm afraid I shall wear none so good again as long as my father lives. 

EVANDER

Only this gentleman we did abuse 

With our own bosom; we seemed a tyrant, 

And he our instrument. Look, 'tis Cratilus, 

The man that you supposed had now been travelled, 

Which we gave leave to learn to speak 

And bring us foreign languages to Greece. 

All's joyed, I see. Let music be the crown 

And set it high: the good needs fear no law; 

It is his safety, and the bad man's awe. 

[Exeunt omnes.] 


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   5. II.i. [The court], page = 21

   6. III.i. [A church], page = 39

   7. IV.i. [Before a tavern], page = 64

   8. V.i. [The court], page = 81