BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER THE MAID IN THE MILL THE KNIGHT OF MALTA LOVES CURE, OR THE MARTIAL…

THE TEXT EDITED BY A. R. WALLER, M.A.

Cambridge: at the University Press 1909

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THE Maid in the Mill.

A COMEDY.

The Persons Represented in the Play.

WOMEN.

The Scene Spaine.

The principal Actors were

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Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Lisauro, Terzo, Ismenia, and Aminta.

[Enter Antonio and Martin.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Antonio and Martine.

Enter Aminta with a Letter.

Martine reads.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Ismena, and Aminta.

Enter Antonio and Martine.

Enter Ismena and Aminta above with a Taper.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Bustofa.

Enter Franio.

Enter Otrante and Gerasto.

Enter Pedro, with Gerasto blind, singing.

SONG.

Enter Florimel.

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SONG.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Antonio and Martine.

Enter Julio.

Enter two or three Gentlemen.

Enter a Cupid.

Enter Bustofa (for Paris.)

Enter Shepherd singing, with Ismena, Aminta, Florimel, (as Juno, Pallas, Venus,) and three Nymphs attending.

Song.

[Dance.

Enter Gerasto, (as Mars.)

[Flor. within.——H[e]lp, help, help.

Enter Bustofa.

Enter Julio.

Enter Aminta (as a Page with a Letter.)

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Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.

Enter Julio and Franio.

Enter Gilian.

Enter Lisauro, Tersa, Pedro, and Moncado.

Enter Franio out of breath.

Enter King Philippo, and Lords.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Otrante and Florimell.

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Enter Gerasto.

Enter Florimell.

Enter Gerasto and Servants.

Enter Otrante.

Enter Gerasto and Servants.

Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Antonio, Martine, Bustofa.

Enter Bustofa.

Enter Ismenia and Aminta.

Enter Aminta.

Enter Ismenia like Juno.

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Scæna Secunda.

Enter Julio.

Enter Bustofa.

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Enter Servants.

Enter Bellides with a Letter.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Aminta (above) with a Taper.

Enter Antonio and Martin.

Enter 2. Gentlemen with weapons drawn, they set upon Martin: Antonio pursues them out in rescue of Martin.

Enter Aminta above, and Martin return'd again ascends.

Enter Antonio.

Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Ismenia and Aminta.

Enter Antonio.

Enter Bellides.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Otrante and Florimell singing.

1. SONG.

2. SONG.

3. SONG

4. SONG.

5. SONG.

Enter a servant.

Enter King, Lords, Vertigo, Lisauro, Terso.

Florimel discovered.

Enter Franio.

Enter Antonio, Constable, Officers.

Enter Aminta.

Enter Bellides.

Enter Julio.

Const. Wee'll bring the Stocks and all else, and't please your Grace.

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Enter Bustofa and Ismenia.

Bust. Soh hoh, Miller, Miller, look out Miller: is there n'ere a Miller amongst you here, Gentlemen?

[T]ir. Yes Sir, here is a Miller amongst Gentlemen, A Gentleman Miller.

Bust. I should not be far off then; there went but a pair of sheers and a bodkin between us. Will you to work Miller? Here's a maid has a sack full of news for you: shall your stones walk? will you grind Miller?

Phil. This your son, Franio?

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Again he that steals flesh, steals once, and gives over; yes, and often pays for it: the other steals every day, without satisfaction. To conclude, Bread-stealing is the more capital crime: for what he steals he puts it in at the head: he that steals flesh (as the Dutch Author says) puts it in at the foot (the lower member.) Will you go as you are now, Miller?

Phil. How has this satisfied you, Don Bellides?

Enter Martin, Aminta, Constable, Officers.

Enter Gillian.

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Bust. Will you be older and older every day than other? the longer you live the older still? Must his Majesty command your silence ere you'l hold your tongue?

Phil. Good Sir, your forbearance.

Bust. And his frailties, and his follies, as I may say, that cannot hold his tongue ere he be bidden.

Phil. Why Sirha?

Bust. But I believe your Majesty will not be long troubled with him: I hope that woman has something to confess will hang them both.

Bust. Nay, I have done, my Liege, yet it grieves me that I should call that man Father, that should be so shameless, that being commanded to hold his tongue.

Phil. To th'Porters Lodge with him.

Bust. I thank your Grace, I have a friend there.

Bust. It may stretch farther yet, I beseech you (my Liege) let this woman be a little farther examin'd; let the words of her conscience be search'd, I would know how she came by me: I am a lost child, if I be theirs: though I have been brought up in a Mill, yet I had ever a mind (methought) to be a greater man.

Phil. She will resolve you sure.

Bust. 'Tis very unlikely that such a body should bear me; There's no trust in these Millers. Woman, tell the truth: my father shall forgive thee, whatsoever he was, were he Knight, Squire, or Captain; less he should not be.

Gill. Thou art mine own child, Boy.

Bust. And was the Miller my Father?

Gill. Wouldst thou make thy Mother a whore, Knave?

Bust. I, if she make me a Bastard. The rack must make[Pg 76] her confess (my Lord) I shall never come to know who I am else. I have a worshipful mind in me sure: methinks I do scorn poor folks.

Enter Otrante, Florimel and Julio, &c.

Bust. Thank you (Unkle) my sister is my cosen yet at the last cast: Farewell sister foster. If I had known the Civil Law would have allowed it, thou hadst had another manner of Husband then thou hast: but much good do thee; I'll dance at thy wedding, kiss the Bride, and so.

Jul. Why, how now sirha?

Fra. A knavish Brother of yours (my Lord.)

Bust. Would I were acquainted with your Taylor (Noble Brother.)

Otr. You may: there he is: mine, newly entertain'd.

Ver. If you have any work for me, I can fit you Sir, I fitted the Lady.

Bust. My Sister (Tailor,) what fits her will hardly fit me.

Ver. Who fits her may fit you Sir, the Tailor can do both.

Bust. You have a true yard (Tailor.)

Ver. Ne'r a whit too long, I warrant you.

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The Knight of Malta.

The Persons Represented in the Play.

WOMEN.

The Scene Malta.

The principal Actors were

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Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Mountferrat.

Enter Rocca.

Enter Astorius and Castriot.

Enter Zanthia, alias Abdella, with two Letters.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter two Gentlewomen.

1. But yfaith dost thou think my Lady was never in love?

2. I rather think she was ever in love: in perfect charity. I mean, with all the world.

[1]. A most Christian answer I promise you: but I mean in Love with a man.

2. With a man? what else? would'st have her in love with a beast?

1. You are somewhat quick: but if she were, it were no President: did you never read of Europa, the fair, that leapt A bull, that leapt the Sea, that swoom to land, and then leapt her?

2. Oh heavens, a bull?

1. Yes, a white bull.

2. Lord, how could she sit him? where did she hold?

1. Why, by the horn, since which time, no woman (almost) is Contented, till she have a horn of her own, to hold by.

2. Thou art very knavish.

1. And thou very foolish: but sirah, why dost not thou marry?

2. Because I would be no mans looking-glase?

1. As how?

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2. As thus, there is no Wife, if she be good, and true, will honor, and obey, but must reflect the true countenance of her husband upon him; if he look sad upon her she must not look merrily upon him: if he look merrily, she must not sorrowfully, else she is a false glass, and fit for nothing but breaking: his anger [must] be her discontent; his pleasure, her delight: if he weep, she must cry: if he laugh, she must show her teeth: if he be sick, she must not be in health; if he eat Cawdles, she must eat pottage, she must have no proper passion of her own; and is not this a tyranny?

1. Yes, yfaith, Marriage may well be called a yoak; Wives then are but like superficial lines in Geometry, that have no proper motion of their own, but as their bodies their husbands move, yet I know some Wives, that are never freely merry, nor truly pleased, but when they are farthest off their husbands.

2. That's because the Moon governs 'em which hath most light and shines brightest, the more remote it is from the Sun; and contrary is more sullen, dim, and showes least splendor, when it is neerest.

1. But if I were to marry I would marry a fair effeminate fool.

2. Why?

1. Because I would lead the blind whither I list.

2. And I the wisest man I could get for money, because I had rather follow the cleer-sighted: bless me from a husband That sales by his Wives compass!

1. Why?

2. Why 'tis ten to one but she breaks his head in her youth, and when she is old shee'l never leave till she has broke his back too—

But what scurvy Knight have you here in Malta, &c.

Enter Zanthia.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter (above) Oriana, Zanchia, two Gentlewomen, (beneath) Valetta, Mountferrat, Astorius, Castriot, Gomera, Miranda, Attendants of Knights, &c.

Enter Guard.

Reads the Letter.

Let your Forces by the next even be ready, my Brother feasts then; put in at St. Michaels, [Pg 92]the ascent at that Port is easiest; the Keys of the Castle, you shall receive at my hands: that possest, you are Lord of Malta, and may soon destroy all by fire, then which I am hotter, till I embrace you,

Farewell,

Your Wife ORIANA.

Enter Rocca.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

[A Sea-fight within, alarm.

Enter Norandine, Miranda, and Soldiers, and Gentlemen.

Enter Astorius.

Enter Surgeon.

Enter Soldiers with booty.

Enter Prisoners, and Luscinda.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Miranda and Astorius.

Enter Collonna.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Mountferrat with a Letter, and Abdella.

Enter Miranda.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Norandine and Doctor.

Enter Astor., and Castr.

Scæna Quinta.

Enter two Marshals.

Enter Valetta, Norandine, Astor., Castriot, &c.

Enter Oriana, Ladies, Executioner, Abdella, and Guard.

Enter severally Gomera and Miranda.

Enter Astorius.

Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.

Enter Norandine, and Servant, Corporal and Soldiers above.

[Corporal and Watch above singing.

SONG.

Enter Cor. below, and Watch.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Abdella with a Letter, and Rocca.

Enter Oriana and Velleda.

Enter Gomera.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Collonna and Lucinda.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Miranda, Norandine, Servants with Lights.

Enter Colonna and Lucinda.

[Exeunt.

Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Mountferrat and Rocca.

Ent[e]r Abdella.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Miranda, Norandine, and Collonna.

Nor. I shall nee'r pray alone sure, I have been so us'd to answer the Clerk: would I had a cushion, for I shall ne'r make a good Hermit, and kneel till my knees are horn, these stones are plaguy hard; where shall I begin now? for if I do not observe a method, I shall be out presently.

Enter Colonna, and Norand.

Enter Rocca, Mountferrat, Abdella, with a dark Lanthorn.

Enter Gomera, Page with Torch.

[Exeunt.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Miranda, Lucinda, Collonna.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Gomera, Mountferrat, Rocca, Abdella, with a Pistol.

Enter Norandine.

Enter Corporal and watch.

Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Oriana, and Lucinda.

Enter Miranda, Norandine, Colonna.

Nor. I'll none on't: do they think to bind me to live chast, sober, and temperately, all days of my life? they may as soon tye an Englishman to live so; I shall be a sweet Dane, a sweet Captain, go up and down drinking small beer, and swearing 'ods neagues, no, I'll live a Squire at Arms still, and do thou so too; and thou beest wise: I have found the mystery now, why the Gentlemen wear but three bars of the cross, and the Knights the whole one.

Mir. Why Captain?

Nor. Marry Sir, to put us in remembrance, we are but three quarters cross'd in our licence, and pleasures: but the poor Knights cross'd altogether; the brothers at Arms, may yet meet with their Sisters at Arms, now and then, in brotherly love; but the poor Knights cannot get a Lady for love, nor money: 'tis not so in other Countries I wis, pray haste you, for I'll along, and see what will come on't. [Exit.

[Altar ready, tapers and booke.

Enter Nor. Collonna, & Lucinda, with a Child.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Astorius, Castriot, Valetta, Gomera, Synnet, Knights, two Bishops, Mountferrat guarded by Corporal and Soldiers, Abdella, a Gentleman with a Cloak, sword, and Spurrs: Gomera.

Enter Miranda, Norandine, Collona.

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Enter Oriana vail'd, Ladies, Lucinda, Child.

Nor. Marry was it Sir; the only truth that ever issued out of hell, which her black jawes resemble; a plague o' your bacon-face, you must be giving drinks with a vengeance; ah[Pg 160] thou branded bitch: do' ye stare goggles, I hope to make winter-boots o' thy hide yet, she fears not damning: hell fire cannot parch her blacker than she is: d' ye grin, chimney-sweeper.

Ori. What is't Miranda?

Mir. That you would please Lucinda might attend you.

Col. That suit Sir, I consent not to.

Nor. We'll call him Cacodemon, with his black gib there, his Succuba, his devils seed, his spawn of Phlegeton, that o' my conscience was bred o' the spume of Cocitus; do ye snarle you black Jill? she looks like the Picture of America.

Val. Why stay we now.

An Altar discover'd, with Tapers, and a Book on it. The two Bishops stand on each side of it; Mountferrat, as the Song is singing, ascends up the Altar.

SONG.

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Loves Cure, or the Martial Maid

A COMEDY.

The Persons Represented in the Play.

WOMEN.

The Scene Sevil.

A PROLOGUE At the reviving of this PLAY.

Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Vitelli, Lamoral, Anastro.

[Exeunt.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Bobadilla and Lucio.

Bob. Why, I but taught her a Spanish trick in charity, and holpe the King to a subject that may live to take Grave Maurice prisoner, and that was more good to the State, than a thousand such as you are ever like to doe: and I will tell you, (in a fatherly care of the Infant I speak it) if he live (as bless the babe, in passion I remember him) to your years, shall he spend his time in pinning, painting, purling, and perfuming as you do? no, he shall to the wars, use his Spanish Pike, though with the danger of the lash, as his father has done, and when he is provoked, as I am now, draw his Toledo desperately, as—

Luc. You will not kill me? oh.

Enter Eugenia and Servants.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Alvarez, Clara.

Enter Eugenia, Lucio, Servants.

Enter Bobadilla.

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Enter Vitelli, pursued by Alvarez, and Sayavedra, Clara beating of Anastro.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Pachieco, and Lazarillo.

Pac. BOy: [my] Cloak, and Rapier; it fits not a Gentleman of my rank, to walk the streets in Querpo.

Laz. Nay, you are a very rank Gent. Signior, I am very[Pg 178] hungry, they tell me in Sevil here, I look like an Eel, with a mans head: and your neighbor the Smith here hard by, would have borrowed me th' other day, to have fish'd with me, because he had lost his Angle-rod.

Pac. Oh happy thou Lazarillo (being the cause of other mens wits) as in thine own: live lean, and witty still: oppress not thy stomach too much: gross feeders, great sleepers[: great sleepers,] fat bodies; fat bodies, lean brains: No Lazarillo, I will make thee immortal, change thy Humanity into Deity, for I will teach thee to live upon nothing.

Laz. Faith Signior, I am immortal then already, or very near it, for I do live upon little or nothing: belike that's the reason the Poets are said to be immortal, for some of them live upon their wits, which is indeed as good as little or nothing: But good Master, let me be mortal still, and let's go to supper.

Pac. Be abstinent; shew not the corruption of thy generation: he that feeds, shall die, therefore, he that feeds not shall live.

Laz. I; but how long shall he live? there's the question.

Pac. As long as he can without feeding: did'st thou read of the miraculous Maid in Flanders?

Laz. No, nor of any Maid else; for the miracle of Virgi[n]ity now-a-days ceases, e'r the Virgin can read Virginity?

Pac. She that liv'd three years without any other sustenance, than the smell of a Rose.

Laz. I heard of her Signior, but they say her guts shrunk all into Lute-strings, and her neather-parts cling'd together like a Serpents Tail, so that though she continued a woman still above the girdle, beneath yet she was monster.

Pac. So are most women, believe it.

Laz. Nay all women Signior, that can live only upon the smell of a Rose.

Pac. No part of the History is fabulous.

Laz. I think rather no part of the Fable is Historical: but for all this, Sir, my rebellious stomach will not let me be immortal: I will be as immortal, as mortal hunger will suffer: put me to a certain stint Sir, allow me but a red herring a day.

Pac. O' de dios: wouldst thou be gluttonous in thy delicacies?

Laz. He that eats nothing but a red herring a day, shall[Pg 179] ne'r be broil'd for the devil's rasher: a Pilchard, Signior, a Surdiny, an Olive, that I may be a Philosopher first, and immortal after.

Pac. Patience Lazarillo; let contemplation be thy food awhile: I say unto thee, one Pease was a Soldiers Provant a whole day, At the destruction of Jerusalem.

Enter Metaldi, and Mendoza.

Laz. I; and it were any where but at the destruction of a place, I'll be hang'd.

Met. Signior Pachieco Alasto, my most ingenious Cobler of Sevil, the bonos noxios to your Signiorie.

Pac. Signior Metaldi de Forgio, my most famous Smith, and man of Mettle, I return your courtesie ten fold, and do humble my Bonnet beneath the Shooe-sole of your congie: the like to you Signior Mendoza Pediculo de Vermim, my most exquisite Hose-heeler.

Laz. Here's a greeting betwixt a Cobler, a Smith, and a Botcher: they all belong to the foot, which makes them stand so much upon their Gentrie.

Mend. Signior Lazarillo.

Laz. Ah Signior see: nay, we are all Signiors here in Spain, from the Jakes-farmer to the Grandee, or Adelantado: this Botcher looks as if he were Dough-bak'd, a little Butter now, and I could eat him like an Oaten-cake: his fathers diet was new Cheese and Onions when he got him: what a scallion-fac'd rascal 'tis!

Met. But why Signior Pachieco, do you stand so much on the priority, and antiquity of your quality (as you call it) in comparison of ours?

Mend. I; your reason for that.

Pac. Why thou Iron-pated Smith: and thou Woollen-witted Hose-heeler: hear what I will speak indifferently (and according to antient Writers) of our three professions: and let the upright Lazarillo be both judge and moderator.

Laz. Still am I the most immortally hungry; that may be.

Pac. Suppose thou wilt derive thy Pedigree, like some of the old Heroes, (as Hercules, Æneas, Achilles) lineally from the[Pg 180] gods, making Saturn thy great Grandfather, and Vulcan thy Father: Vulcan was a god.

Laz. He'll make Vulcan your godfather by and by.

Pac. Yet I say, Saturn was a crabbed block-head, and Vulcan a limping Horn-head, for Venus his wife was a strumpet, and Mars begot all her Children; therefore however, thy original must of necessity spring from Bastardie: further, what can be a more deject spirit in man, than to lay his hands under every ones horses feet, to do him service, as thou dost? For thee, I will be brief, thou dost botch, and not mend, thou art a hider of enormities, viz., Scabs, chilblains, and kib'd heels: much prone thou art to Sects, and Heresies, disturbing State, and Government; for how canst thou be a sound member in the common-wea[l]th, that art so subject to stit[c]hes in the ankles? blush, and be silent then, oh ye Mechanicks, compare no more with the politick Cobler: For Coblers (in old time) have prophesied, what may they do now then, that have every day waxed better, and better? have we not the length of every mans foot? are we not daily menders? yea, and what menders? not horse-menders.

Laz. Nor manners-menders.