olemne, and
effectuall
A?
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association
ure,
I'll ha' my ? hare. Most delicate damn'd fle? h!
Shee will be! O! that I could ? tay time, now, [116] 20
Midnight will come too fa? t vpon mee, I feare,
To cut my plea? ure--
M^rs. FI. Looke at the back-doore,
_Shee ? ends_ Diuell _out_.
One knocks, ? ee who it is.
PVG. Dainty _? he-Diuell_!
M^rs. FI. I cannot get this venter of the cloake,
Out of my fancie; nor the Gentlemans way, 25
He tooke, which though 'twere ? trange, yet 'twas hand? ome,
And had a grace withall, beyond the newne? ? e.
Sure he will thinke mee that dull ? tupid creature,
Hee ? aid, and may conclude it; if I finde not
Some thought to thanke th' attemp. He did pre? ume, 30
By all the carriage of it, on my braine,
For an? wer; and will ? weare 'tis very barren,
If it can yeeld him no returne. Who is it?
Diuell _returnes_.
PVG. Mi? tre? ? e, it is, but fir? t, let me a? ? ure
The excellence, of Mi? tre? ? es, I am, 35
Although my Ma? ters man, my Mi? stre? ? e ? laue,
The ? eruant of her ? ecrets, and ? weete turnes,
And know, what fitly will conduce to either.
M^rs. FI. What's this? I pray you come to your ? elfe and thinke
What your part is: to make an an? wer. Tell, 40
Who is it at the doore?
PVG. The Gentleman, M^rs,
Who was at the cloake-charge to ? peake with you,
This morning, who expects onely to take
Some ? mall command'ments from you, what you plea? e,
Worthy your forme, hee ? aies, and gentle? t manners. 45
M^rs. FI. O! you'll anon proue his hyr'd man, I feare,
What has he giu'n you, for this me? ? age? Sir,
Bid him put off his hopes of ? traw, and leaue
To ? pread his nets, in view, thus. Though they take
Ma? ter _Fitz-dottrell_, I am no ? uch foule, 50
Nor faire one, tell him, will be had with ? talking.
And wi? h him to for-beare his acting to mee,
At the Gentlemans chamber-window in _Lincolnes-Inne_ there,
That opens to my gallery: el? e, I ? weare
T'acquaint my hu? band with his folly, and leaue him 55
To the iu? t rage of his offended iealou? ie.
Or if your Ma? ters ? en? e be not ? o quicke
To right mee, tell him, I ? hall finde a friend
That will repaire mee. Say, I will be quiet.
In mine owne hou? e? Pray you, in tho? e words giue it him. 60
PVG. This is ? ome foole turn'd!
_He goes out. _
M^rs. FI. If he be the Ma? ter,
Now, of that ? tate and wit, which I allow him;
Sure, hee will vnder? tand mee: I dur? t not
Be more direct. For this officious fellow,
My husbands new groome, is a ? pie vpon me, 65
I finde already. Yet, if he but tell him
This in my words, hee cannot but conceiue [117]
Him? elfe both apprehended, and requited.
I would not haue him thinke hee met a _? tatue_:
Or ? poke to one, not there, though I were ? ilent. 70
How now? ha' you told him?
PVG. Yes.
M^rs. FI. And what ? aies he?
PVG. Sayes he? That which my ? elf would ? ay to you, if I dur? t.
That you are proude, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e? and with-all,
A little ignorant, to entertaine
The good that's proffer'd; and (by your beauties leaue) 75
Not all ? o wi? e, as ? ome true politique wife
Would be: who hauing match'd with ? uch a _Nup? on_
(I ? peake it with my Ma? ters peace) who? e face
Hath left t'accu? e him, now, for't doth confe? ? e him,
What you can make him; will yet (out of ? cruple, 80
And a ? pic'd con? cience) defraud the poore Gentleman,
At lea? t delay him in the thing he longs for,
And makes it hs whole ? tudy, how to compa? ? e,
Onely a title. Could but he write _Cuckold_,
He had his ends. For, looke you--
M^rs. FI. This can be 85
None but my husbands wit.
PVG. My pretious M^rs.
M. FI. It creaks his _Ingine_: The groome neuer dur? t
Be, el? e, so ? aucy--
PVG. If it were not clearely,
His wor? hipfull ambition; and the top of it;
The very forked top too: why ? hould hee 90
Keepe you, thus mur'd vp in a back-roome, Mi? tre? ? e,
Allow you ne'r a ca? ement to the ? treete,
Feare of engendering by the eyes, with gallants,
Forbid you paper, pen and inke, like Rats-bane.
Search your halfe pint of _mu? catell_, le? t a letter 95
Be ? uncke i' the pot: and hold your new-laid egge
Again? t the fire, le? t any charme be writ there?
Will you make benefit of truth, deare Mi? tre? ? e,
If I doe tell it you: I do't not often?
I am ? et ouer you, imploy'd, indeed, 100
To watch your ? teps, your lookes, your very breathings,
And to report them to him. Now, if you
Will be a true, right, delicate ? weete Mi? tre? ? e,
Why, wee will make a _Cokes_ of this _Wi? e Ma? ter_,
We will, my Mi? tre? ? e, an ab? olute fine _Cokes_, 105
And mock, to ayre, all the deepe diligences
Of ? uch a ?
olemne, and effectuall A? ? e,
An A? ? e to ? o good purpo? e, as wee'll v? e him.
I will contriue it ? o, that you ? hall goe
To _Playes_, to _Ma? ques_, to _Meetings_, and to _Fea? ts_. 110
For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Mi? tris,
If you neat hand? ome ve? ? ells, of good ? ayle,
Put not forth euer, and anon, with your nets
Abroad into the world. It is your fi? hing. [118]
There, you ? hal choo? e your friends, your ? eruants, Lady,
Your ? quires of honour; I'le conuey your letters, 116
Fetch an? wers, doe you all the offices,
That can belong to your bloud, and beauty. And,
For the variety, at my times, although
I am not in due _? ymmetrie_, the man 120
Of that proportion; or in rule
Of _phy? icke_, of the iu? t complexion:
Or of that truth of _Picardill_, in clothes,
To boa? t a ? oueraignty o're Ladies: yet
I know, to do my turnes, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e. Come, ki? ? e--
M^rs. FI. How now!
PVG. Deare delicate Mi? t. I am your ? laue, 126
Your little _worme_, that loues you: your fine _Monkey_;
Your _Dogge_, your _Iacke_, your _Pug_, that longs to be
Stil'd, o' your plea? ures.
M^rs. FIT. Heare you all this? Sir, Pray you,
Come from your ? tanding, doe, a little, ? pare 130
_Shee thinkes her hu? band watches. _
Your ? elfe, Sir, from your watch, t'applaud your _Squire_,
That ? o well followes your in? tructions!
[314] 5 cloths G
[315] 9 they're 1716, f. || never G
[316] 18 I will G
[317] 22 pleasure--_Enter Mrs. _ FITZDOTTREL. SN. om. G
[318] 23 [_Aside and exit. _ G
[319] 24 venture 1692, f.
[320] 26 it was G
[321] 30 attempt 1641, f.
[322] 33 SN. ] _Re-enter_ PUG. G
[323] 34 it is,] it is--W
[324] 41 it om. 1692, f. || M^rs] Mistresse 1641 Mistris 1692 Mistress
1716 mistress W, G
[325] 48 put 1641, f.
[326] 59 Period om. after 'quiet' 1716, f.
[327] 61 SN. ] [_Exit. _ G
[328] 70 _Re-enter_ PUG. G
[329] 78, 80, 81 () ret. G
[330] 79 't] it G
[331] 84 hs] his 1641, f.
[332] 86 M^rs. as in 2. 2. 41 || wit. [_Aside. _ G
[333] 88 saucy. [_Aside_. G
[334] 91 black Room 1716
[335] 93 engendring 1641
[336] 100 employ'd 1716, f.
[337] 112 your G
[338] 123 _Piccardell_ 1641
[339] 126 Mist. ] as in 2. 2. 41
[340] 130 _Mrs. Fitz. _ [_aloud_]
[341] 131 SN. om. G
ACT. II. SCENE. III.
FITZ-DOTTRELL. Mi? tre? ? e FITZ-DOTTREL. PVG.
How now, ? weet heart? what's the matter?
M^rs. FI. Good!
You are a ? tranger to the plot! you ? et not
Your fancy _Diuell_, here, to tempt your wife,
With all the in? olent vnciuill language,
Or action, he could vent?
FIT. Did you so, _Diuell_? 5
M^rs. FIT. Not you? you were not planted i' your hole to heare him,
Vpo' the ? tayres? or here, behinde the hangings?
I doe not know your qualities? he dur? t doe it,
And you not giue directions?
FIT. You shall ? ee, wife,
Whether he dur? t, or no: and what it was, 10
I did direct.
_Her hu? band goes out, and enters presently with a
cudgell vpon him. _
PVG. Sweet Mi? tre? ? e, are you mad?
FIT. You mo? t mere Rogue! you open manife? t Villaine!
You Feind apparant you! you declar'd Hel-hound!
PVG. Good S^r.
FIT. Good Knaue, good Ra? cal, and good Traitor.
Now, I doe finde you parcel-_Diuell_, indeed. 15
Vpo' the point of tru? t? I' your fir? t charge?
The very day o' your probation?
To tempt your Mi? tre? ? e? You doe ? ee, good wedlocke,
How I directed him.
M^rs. FIT. Why, where S^r? were you? [119]
FIT. Nay, there is one blow more, for exerci? e: 20
_After a pause. He ? trikes him againe_
I told you, I ? hould doe it.
PVG. Would you had done, Sir.
FIT. O wife, the rare? t man! yet there's another
To put you in mind o' the la? t, ? uch a braue man, wife!
Within, he has his proiects, and do's vent 'hem,
_and againe. _
The gallante? t! where you _tentiginous_? ha? 25
Would you be acting of the _Incubus_?
Did her ? ilks ru? tling moue you?
PVG. Gentle Sir.
FIT. Out of my ? ight. If thy name were not _Diuell_,
Thou ? hould? t not ? tay a minute with me. In,
Goe, yet ? tay: yet goe too. I am re? olu'd.
I'll ha' my ? hare. Most delicate damn'd fle? h!
Shee will be! O! that I could ? tay time, now, [116] 20
Midnight will come too fa? t vpon mee, I feare,
To cut my plea? ure--
M^rs. FI. Looke at the back-doore,
_Shee ? ends_ Diuell _out_.
One knocks, ? ee who it is.
PVG. Dainty _? he-Diuell_!
M^rs. FI. I cannot get this venter of the cloake,
Out of my fancie; nor the Gentlemans way, 25
He tooke, which though 'twere ? trange, yet 'twas hand? ome,
And had a grace withall, beyond the newne? ? e.
Sure he will thinke mee that dull ? tupid creature,
Hee ? aid, and may conclude it; if I finde not
Some thought to thanke th' attemp. He did pre? ume, 30
By all the carriage of it, on my braine,
For an? wer; and will ? weare 'tis very barren,
If it can yeeld him no returne. Who is it?
Diuell _returnes_.
PVG. Mi? tre? ? e, it is, but fir? t, let me a? ? ure
The excellence, of Mi? tre? ? es, I am, 35
Although my Ma? ters man, my Mi? stre? ? e ? laue,
The ? eruant of her ? ecrets, and ? weete turnes,
And know, what fitly will conduce to either.
M^rs. FI. What's this? I pray you come to your ? elfe and thinke
What your part is: to make an an? wer. Tell, 40
Who is it at the doore?
PVG. The Gentleman, M^rs,
Who was at the cloake-charge to ? peake with you,
This morning, who expects onely to take
Some ? mall command'ments from you, what you plea? e,
Worthy your forme, hee ? aies, and gentle? t manners. 45
M^rs. FI. O! you'll anon proue his hyr'd man, I feare,
What has he giu'n you, for this me? ? age? Sir,
Bid him put off his hopes of ? traw, and leaue
To ? pread his nets, in view, thus. Though they take
Ma? ter _Fitz-dottrell_, I am no ? uch foule, 50
Nor faire one, tell him, will be had with ? talking.
And wi? h him to for-beare his acting to mee,
At the Gentlemans chamber-window in _Lincolnes-Inne_ there,
That opens to my gallery: el? e, I ? weare
T'acquaint my hu? band with his folly, and leaue him 55
To the iu? t rage of his offended iealou? ie.
Or if your Ma? ters ? en? e be not ? o quicke
To right mee, tell him, I ? hall finde a friend
That will repaire mee. Say, I will be quiet.
In mine owne hou? e? Pray you, in tho? e words giue it him. 60
PVG. This is ? ome foole turn'd!
_He goes out. _
M^rs. FI. If he be the Ma? ter,
Now, of that ? tate and wit, which I allow him;
Sure, hee will vnder? tand mee: I dur? t not
Be more direct. For this officious fellow,
My husbands new groome, is a ? pie vpon me, 65
I finde already. Yet, if he but tell him
This in my words, hee cannot but conceiue [117]
Him? elfe both apprehended, and requited.
I would not haue him thinke hee met a _? tatue_:
Or ? poke to one, not there, though I were ? ilent. 70
How now? ha' you told him?
PVG. Yes.
M^rs. FI. And what ? aies he?
PVG. Sayes he? That which my ? elf would ? ay to you, if I dur? t.
That you are proude, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e? and with-all,
A little ignorant, to entertaine
The good that's proffer'd; and (by your beauties leaue) 75
Not all ? o wi? e, as ? ome true politique wife
Would be: who hauing match'd with ? uch a _Nup? on_
(I ? peake it with my Ma? ters peace) who? e face
Hath left t'accu? e him, now, for't doth confe? ? e him,
What you can make him; will yet (out of ? cruple, 80
And a ? pic'd con? cience) defraud the poore Gentleman,
At lea? t delay him in the thing he longs for,
And makes it hs whole ? tudy, how to compa? ? e,
Onely a title. Could but he write _Cuckold_,
He had his ends. For, looke you--
M^rs. FI. This can be 85
None but my husbands wit.
PVG. My pretious M^rs.
M. FI. It creaks his _Ingine_: The groome neuer dur? t
Be, el? e, so ? aucy--
PVG. If it were not clearely,
His wor? hipfull ambition; and the top of it;
The very forked top too: why ? hould hee 90
Keepe you, thus mur'd vp in a back-roome, Mi? tre? ? e,
Allow you ne'r a ca? ement to the ? treete,
Feare of engendering by the eyes, with gallants,
Forbid you paper, pen and inke, like Rats-bane.
Search your halfe pint of _mu? catell_, le? t a letter 95
Be ? uncke i' the pot: and hold your new-laid egge
Again? t the fire, le? t any charme be writ there?
Will you make benefit of truth, deare Mi? tre? ? e,
If I doe tell it you: I do't not often?
I am ? et ouer you, imploy'd, indeed, 100
To watch your ? teps, your lookes, your very breathings,
And to report them to him. Now, if you
Will be a true, right, delicate ? weete Mi? tre? ? e,
Why, wee will make a _Cokes_ of this _Wi? e Ma? ter_,
We will, my Mi? tre? ? e, an ab? olute fine _Cokes_, 105
And mock, to ayre, all the deepe diligences
Of ? uch a ?
olemne, and effectuall A? ? e,
An A? ? e to ? o good purpo? e, as wee'll v? e him.
I will contriue it ? o, that you ? hall goe
To _Playes_, to _Ma? ques_, to _Meetings_, and to _Fea? ts_. 110
For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Mi? tris,
If you neat hand? ome ve? ? ells, of good ? ayle,
Put not forth euer, and anon, with your nets
Abroad into the world. It is your fi? hing. [118]
There, you ? hal choo? e your friends, your ? eruants, Lady,
Your ? quires of honour; I'le conuey your letters, 116
Fetch an? wers, doe you all the offices,
That can belong to your bloud, and beauty. And,
For the variety, at my times, although
I am not in due _? ymmetrie_, the man 120
Of that proportion; or in rule
Of _phy? icke_, of the iu? t complexion:
Or of that truth of _Picardill_, in clothes,
To boa? t a ? oueraignty o're Ladies: yet
I know, to do my turnes, ? weet Mi? tre? ? e. Come, ki? ? e--
M^rs. FI. How now!
PVG. Deare delicate Mi? t. I am your ? laue, 126
Your little _worme_, that loues you: your fine _Monkey_;
Your _Dogge_, your _Iacke_, your _Pug_, that longs to be
Stil'd, o' your plea? ures.
M^rs. FIT. Heare you all this? Sir, Pray you,
Come from your ? tanding, doe, a little, ? pare 130
_Shee thinkes her hu? band watches. _
Your ? elfe, Sir, from your watch, t'applaud your _Squire_,
That ? o well followes your in? tructions!
[314] 5 cloths G
[315] 9 they're 1716, f. || never G
[316] 18 I will G
[317] 22 pleasure--_Enter Mrs. _ FITZDOTTREL. SN. om. G
[318] 23 [_Aside and exit. _ G
[319] 24 venture 1692, f.
[320] 26 it was G
[321] 30 attempt 1641, f.
[322] 33 SN. ] _Re-enter_ PUG. G
[323] 34 it is,] it is--W
[324] 41 it om. 1692, f. || M^rs] Mistresse 1641 Mistris 1692 Mistress
1716 mistress W, G
[325] 48 put 1641, f.
[326] 59 Period om. after 'quiet' 1716, f.
[327] 61 SN. ] [_Exit. _ G
[328] 70 _Re-enter_ PUG. G
[329] 78, 80, 81 () ret. G
[330] 79 't] it G
[331] 84 hs] his 1641, f.
[332] 86 M^rs. as in 2. 2. 41 || wit. [_Aside. _ G
[333] 88 saucy. [_Aside_. G
[334] 91 black Room 1716
[335] 93 engendring 1641
[336] 100 employ'd 1716, f.
[337] 112 your G
[338] 123 _Piccardell_ 1641
[339] 126 Mist. ] as in 2. 2. 41
[340] 130 _Mrs. Fitz. _ [_aloud_]
[341] 131 SN. om. G
ACT. II. SCENE. III.
FITZ-DOTTRELL. Mi? tre? ? e FITZ-DOTTREL. PVG.
How now, ? weet heart? what's the matter?
M^rs. FI. Good!
You are a ? tranger to the plot! you ? et not
Your fancy _Diuell_, here, to tempt your wife,
With all the in? olent vnciuill language,
Or action, he could vent?
FIT. Did you so, _Diuell_? 5
M^rs. FIT. Not you? you were not planted i' your hole to heare him,
Vpo' the ? tayres? or here, behinde the hangings?
I doe not know your qualities? he dur? t doe it,
And you not giue directions?
FIT. You shall ? ee, wife,
Whether he dur? t, or no: and what it was, 10
I did direct.
_Her hu? band goes out, and enters presently with a
cudgell vpon him. _
PVG. Sweet Mi? tre? ? e, are you mad?
FIT. You mo? t mere Rogue! you open manife? t Villaine!
You Feind apparant you! you declar'd Hel-hound!
PVG. Good S^r.
FIT. Good Knaue, good Ra? cal, and good Traitor.
Now, I doe finde you parcel-_Diuell_, indeed. 15
Vpo' the point of tru? t? I' your fir? t charge?
The very day o' your probation?
To tempt your Mi? tre? ? e? You doe ? ee, good wedlocke,
How I directed him.
M^rs. FIT. Why, where S^r? were you? [119]
FIT. Nay, there is one blow more, for exerci? e: 20
_After a pause. He ? trikes him againe_
I told you, I ? hould doe it.
PVG. Would you had done, Sir.
FIT. O wife, the rare? t man! yet there's another
To put you in mind o' the la? t, ? uch a braue man, wife!
Within, he has his proiects, and do's vent 'hem,
_and againe. _
The gallante? t! where you _tentiginous_? ha? 25
Would you be acting of the _Incubus_?
Did her ? ilks ru? tling moue you?
PVG. Gentle Sir.
FIT. Out of my ? ight. If thy name were not _Diuell_,
Thou ? hould? t not ? tay a minute with me. In,
Goe, yet ? tay: yet goe too. I am re? olu'd.
