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by Thomas Dekker


  SHACKLE-SOUL

  [Aside.] Not taste what all men thirst for!Old and so brave,

  When money assaults, one combat more I’ll have.

  Enter SCUMBROTH.

  SCUMBROTH

  So, ho, ho, Father Subprior!

  SUBPRIOR

  Who’s there?What art thou callst me?

  SCUMBROTH

  One that feeds the hungry, the cook, sir, Scumbroth.

  SUBPRIOR

  Come hither; I have for thee a golden prize.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  [Aside.] Ha, ha, he’ll take it!

  Villainies and fools will ha’ gold, though got from Hell,

  But they will do so, as thou shalt, pay for’t well.[Exit.

  SCUMBROTH

  But stay, Father Subprior, before we go one step farder, what do you think I have done since I went from you?

  SUBPRIOR

  No hurt I hope, say hast thou?

  SCUMBROTH

  Hurt!If I did hurt in that, how much harm do almanac makers who lie coldly quivering at it all the year long?I did do nothing but stand staring at the man in the moon.

  SUBPRIOR

  And what good thoughts bred that within thee?

  SCUMBROTH

  This:I thought to myself, what a happy fellow that man in the moon was, to see so many fools and knaves here below, and yet never to be troubled with ’em nor meddle with ’em.

  SUBPRIOR

  He’s happy that meddles not with this world indeed.

  SCUMBROTH

  If that man in the moon should write a prognostication, oh, he shall not need to tell astronomical lies to fill his book, nor talk gibb’rish no man understands, of quartiles, aspects, stations, retrogradations, peragrations, centrical, eccentrical, cosmical, acronical, and such palquodical, solar, lunar, lunatical vaulting over the rails of Heaven, that no Christian dare look upon their tricks for fear his wit break his neck.

  SUBPRIOR

  Thou putst into a sea, thou canst not sound,

  Ignorance still is foe to arts profound.

  Come hither, man, come hither.

  SCUMBROTH

  Arts profound!Arts make men as very asses as women do.I have no art, and yet I know this moon that shines at night sees more than you or I do, for all your spectacles.

  SUBPRIOR

  True, ’tis the eye of Heaven.

  SCUMBROTH

  Which of the eyes?’Tis but the left eye, and the sun is the right, and yet the left sometimes sees more than the right, and the right as much as the left; there’s paxionism for you, father, globical paxionism!

  SUBPRIOR

  I understand thee not.

  SCUMBROTH

  No?Why, here’s the oyster opened; I say the sun sees much knavery in a year, and the moon more in a quarter; the moon sees men carried by a quarrelling watch to prison, and the sun sees the constable and the book-keeper share fees the next morning.

  SUBPRIOR

  That’s not well.

  SCUMBROTH

  Yes, but they swear ’tis well; the moon sees bastards come bawling into the world, and the sun sees ’em shifted and shuftled in dossers away to nurse, and that the cause we have so many dosser-heads; the moon sees old curmudgeons come reeling from taverns with sipping of half pints of sack, and the sun sees the same churls the next day soberly cutting any man’s throat for a penny.

  SUBPRIOR

  Enough of this.Come hither, look what here lies.

  SCUMBROTH

  What here lies.Marry, Father Subprior, the devil and some usurer’s money have been here at their lechery, and see what goodly children they have begot, if you will keep the bastards at burse.

  SUBPRIOR

  I am content that half this gold be thine,

  If it be ask’d for never, for ’tis not mine,

  So thou wild promise t’other half to give

  To such as I appoint.

  SCUMBROTH

  By this gold I will lay it our bravely as you appoint me.

  SUBPRIOR

  Look not to prosper, if thou dealst amiss;

  Good works are keys opening the gates of bliss.

  That golden key thou in the heap mayst find;

  If with it thou relieve the lame, sick, blind,

  And hungry.

  SCUMBROTH

  I will do it, I protest.

  SUBPRIOR

  One half bestow’d so, take thyself the rest.

  So fare thee well. [Exit.

  SCUMBROTH

  Farewell, good father.Fool!I’ll give the blind a dog to lead ’em, the lame shall to the whipping-post, the sick shall die in a cage, and the hungry leap at a crust.I feed rogues, the pox shall; the world is chang’d; a beggar yesterday, and full of gold to-day; an ass to-day, and a prow’d scab to-morrow!

  Golden Head ascends.

  GLITTERBACK

  Stay, stand.

  SCUMBROTH

  Stand!Cannot a gentleman grow rich but he must keep knaves about him?

  GLITTERBACK

  That gold is none of thine.

  SCUMBROTH

  But all the craft in that great head of yours cannot get it out of my fingers.Zounds, who the devil art thou?

  GLITTERBACK

  A spirit sent up from Hell to make thee rich.

  SCUMBROTH

  Thank Hell for it; Hell makes worse fools rich in a year.

  GLITTERBACK

  That gold I laid there for thee.

  SCUMBROTH

  When do you lay again, that I may have more of these eggs?

  GLITTERBACK

  Spend those I charge thee first.

  SCUMBROTH

  Yes, Head.

  GLITTERBACK

  And bravely, I charge thee.

  SCUMBROTH

  What need you be at such charges?I’ll do’t; but shall the poor be a penny the better for me as the old fellow charg’d me, yea or no?

  GLITTERBACK

  No.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  No.

  SCUMBROTH

  Who’s that?

  GLITTERBACK

  ’Tis thine own genius cries unto thee “no.”

  SCUMBROTH

  My genius!I am a cook; my genius then, belike, is a scullion; but when this is spent, can my genius tell me whither I shall have more?

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  More.

  GLITTERBACK

  More. [Within, in a big voice.

  FIRST DEVIL

  More.

  SECOND DEVIL

  More.

  SCUMBROTH

  Because my genius keeps company with a great man, I’ll take all their words, and his bond.

  GLITTERBACK

  When thou hast spent all that, I charge thee come

  To the back tree that stands in Naples’ grove;

  Climb boldly to the top and keep fast hold,

  For there I’ll rain on thee a shower of gold;

  If what thou seest there thou to any tell,

  Devils shall tear thee.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  [Within.] Away.

  GLITTERBACK

  Away.

  SCUMBROTH

  Farewell. [Exit.

  Enter SHACKLE-SOUL laughing.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  Ha, ha!Down, down, bright spirit; thou would be miss’d anon;

  Hell mint stands idle.

  GLITTERBACK

  Loose not that fool.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  Be gone!

  GLITTERBACK

  Have care to meet at next infernal court.

  The day draws nigh. [Goes down.

  SHACKLE-SOUL

  I thank thee for this, spirit. [Exit.

  Act Three, Scene Three

  Enter KING, RUFFMAN, NARCISSO, SPENDOLA, BRISCO, JOVINELLI,

  BARTERVILE, LURCHALL, the two Gentlemen, and FARNEZE.

  KING

  You that complain ‘gainst Bartervile, receiver

  Of all our tribute-moneys, speak you
r wrongs.

  Nay, you have deaf’d our ears too much already.

  He does confess your crowns, pay’d and receiv’d;

  But to give back your writings there’s no clause;

  If them you’ll win, fight it out by our laws.

  BARTERVILE

  I humbly thank your highness.A gracious doom.

  FIRST GENTLEMAN

  One day to try this plea, to Hell thoult come. [Exeunt Gentlemen.

  KING

  To’th’next!We ha’ business of our own; to’th’next!

  O, Bartervile, for these two hundred crowns.

  BARTERVILE

  I paid ’em to that man.

  FARNEZE

  Now, afore the king,

  And his lords here, thou liest; th’ast paid me none!

  KING

  You cholar’s, sirrah, too high.

  FARNEZE

  Though my collar stand

  So high, it scarce bears up this falling band.

  Thou sayst thoult swear th’ast paid it; Ud’s nails!Swear so,

  And the foul fiend go with’t.Two hundred crowns!

  I ha’ lost as much at loggets.Swear but to revel

  And spend’t in Hell; gallop thee and that to’th’ devil!

  LURCHALL

  Man, wherefore dost not swear?

  KING

  Reach me a book.

  BARTERVILE

  Let me before I swear, on my notes look.

  I’ll tell you the very day; pray, hold my staff

  Till I draw out my false eyes.

  FARNEZE

  Draw thy heart out an’t would.Thou mayst well say thy false eyes.

  BARTERVILE

  The day:August 14.

  FARNEZE

  That’s now. Be damn’d and so away!

  BARTERVILE

  On this day, August 14, I swear I pay’d

  Into these hands, two hundred crowns in gold.

  FARNEZE

  Zounds, nor in silver!By this book, I had none!

  KING

  One of you two is perjuriously forsworn.

  FARNEZE

  He, he, as I am a true Christian man!

  JOVINELLI

  He swears

  To your own hands he paid them.

  BARTERVILE

  Else let that eye

  Which sees me play false scourge my perjury

  With fearful stripes.

  FARNEZE

  O, justice!Fal’n down dead! [LURCHALL and RUFFMAN about him.

  Would I had lost all, though I had been cozen’d

  Rather than thou my soul.

  OMNES

  He bleeds at mouth.

  FARNEZE

  See his staff, beating the earth, for heaven loves truth,

  Is burst into shivers, and that gold he swore

  Was pay’d to me lies scatter’d on the floor.

  RUFFMAN

  He comes again; the devil will not receive him.

  KING

  Take him away; we’ll punish him for this crime.

  RUFFMAN

  Beg his office.You a courtier?

  SPENDOLA

  I have a suit to your Highness.

  KING

  What is’t, Count Spendola?

  LURCHALL

  Master, look up, man!

  [Aside.]In this black trance had thy soul flown away

  I had wrought hard and made a holiday.

  RUFFMAN

  Lose not a minute, pew-fellow, leave him not yet.

  I have whales here too lie playing in the net.[Exit LURCHALL with BARTERVILE.

  FARNEZE

  I’ll take this gold at venture, sweet young king,

  For all this hell-hound owes me.

  KING

  Do, and be gone.

  FARNEZE

  I am pay’d; the devil’s turn’d puritan, I fear;

  He hates, methinks, to hear his own child swear![Exit.

  KING

  The office of this perjur’d Bartervile

  I frankly give away, dividing it

  To the Count Spendola and our worthy friend,

  Brave Bohor here.Farm it to whom you please.

  BOTH

  We thank your Highness.

  SPENDOLA

  Who bids most, he buys it.

  KING

  If to his life, the devil gives longer lease

  To build more work for Hell, go see; and from him

  Exact a strict account of what he owes us.

  RUFFMAN

  That strict account I’ll take. [Exit.

  KING

  Show him no favour.

  Enter OCTAVIO with petitions, and SUBPRIOR.

  OCTAVIO

  If now thou art a just king, keep thy word

  With thy poor subjects.

  KING

  How, noble uncle, why?

  OCTAVIO

  This is the day to hear the poor man’s cry;

  And yonder’s cryingenough, at thy court gates;

  Five hundred white heads and scarce ten good hats

  Crying out they are undone.

  OMNES

  Undone!By whom?

  OCTAVIO

  Marry, look:by such as you are, who go gay,

  Wear’t out, book down more, set to their hands but never pay,

  Of poor starv’d servants, or, when plagues are reigning,

  Mourn orphans so and widows, as those do

  That owe these sorrowful papers.

  KING

  Pray, how can I

  To their complainings add a remedy?

  OCTAVIO

  I’ll tell thee how:are any here in debt

  To merchants, mercers, tailors?Let ’em jet

  In their own satins, pay for what they ha’ ta’en,

  And these will go less brave, t’other less complain.

  OMNES

  Ha, ha!

  OCTAVIO

  The mighty wrongs the weak, the rich the poor;

  This man should have his own could he grease more

  His too fat lawyer; that wretch foe’s coat does sue,

  But his coat’s gone and his skin flayed off too,

  If his purse be o’re-matched; these gross impure

  And rank diseases longunto thy cure,

  The world’s in pawn for’t, these are the poor’s cries.

  How wilt thou stop their throats?

  KING

  With halters.

  OMNES

  Hang ’em!

  OCTAVIO

  Hang ’em!Any halters here!Is’t so set down?

  This law-book speaks not so, yet ’tis thine own.

  KING

  Still braving me with this?Burn it.

  OCTAVIO

  Yes, do.

  If you burn all the week, burn Saturday too;

  Do one good day’s deed first:read poor men’s plaints.

  KING

  Hell’s plague confound ’em!In their heads and thine.

  Vex me no more!

  OCTAVIO

  I warrant thee I’ll save mine. [Sees the SUBPRIOR.

  Holy saint, pardon me!‘Las, good father, my brain

  So wild is I forgot thee, but I’ll to him again;

  ’Tis but an old man’s head off.King, take it.I’ll speak

  Whilst this stands on my shoulders.

  KING

  But that you are —

  OCTAVIO

  An honest man, thou’dst have this.O, I beseek

  Thy attention to this reverend subprior

  Who plains against disorders of this house;[Gives paper.

  Where once devotion dwelt and charity,

  There’s drunkenness now, gluttony, and lechery.

  Tell thou the tale.

  SUBPRIOR

  Bad story soon is told

  Because ’tis foul, that leaf does all enfold.

  Their sins grow high and fearful and strike at Heaven.

  Punish them, thou, whose power from thence is given.<
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  KING

  Your friar’s so lusty!

  JOVINELLI

  All the barbers in Naples tell news of that priory.

  BRISCO

  I would your Grace would let me purge this house of her infection; bestow the livings of it on me; I’ll sweeten it in one month.

  JOVINELLI

  He’ll lay it in lavender.

  KING

  The covent, the demesnes, immunities,

  Rents, customs, charters; what to the house of Baal

  Soever is belonging, Brisco, ’tis thine.

  OCTAVIO

  Wut rob the church too!Now, th’ast nothing left

  Scarce for thy self?

  SUBPRIOR

  O, Heaven, forfend such theft!

  KING

  Bestow it at thy pleasure.

  OCTAVIO

  Woe to these days

  When to raise upstarts the poor church decays!

  SUBPRIOR

  Call back thy gift, oh King, and ere these eyes

  Behold unhallowed hands to tyrannize

  Where many a good man his orisons said,

  And many a requiem been sung out for the dead,

  Till I am thrust out by death, oh let me have

  My dwelling there; there let me dig my grave

  With mine own nails, shut up from worldly light

  Between two walls, and die an anchorite!

  KING

  I refer you to your parson there.

  BRISCO

  That’s I;

  Show me first where your abbey gold sleeps, then go die.

  SUBPRIOR

  I fear religion’s fall; alack, I see

  This world’s a city built by the most high,

  But kept by man, God’s greatest enemy. [Exit.

  OCTAVIO

  Let ill news fly together, thou art full of tears,

  But I more full of woes, of cares, of fears.[Exit.

  Enter ASTOLFO.

  KING

  ‘Sdeath, shall we have yet fair weather?

  JOVINELLI

  Here’s one storm more.

  ASTOLFO

  Calabria’s Duke demands of you a daughter.

  KING

  Let me but lie with’s wife, I’ll give him a son.

  ASTOLFO

  He sends for Erminghild.

  KING

  Deliver her.

  ASTOLFO

  She’s not to be found.

  KING

  Y’are and old fool

  To ask for that which is not.

  ASTOLFO

  Thus he says,

  Deny her and look for wars.

  KING

  So; go your ways.

  ASTOLFO

  I’m quickly gone. [Exit.

  Enter RUFFMAN and BARTERVILE.

  KING

  With sack, I’ll swear you are.

  This was short and sweet.Seems then we shall ha’ wars,

  Bohor; the drum must scold, the cannon thunder;

  Fighting about a wench.

  OMNES

  Tush, that’s no wonder.

  KING

  Who bail’d him out of Hell?Damn’d perjur’d caitiff!

 

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