Philaster Part 28

p. 137, l. r. F] neck. l. 3. A] And know. l. 4. A] gotish. B and C]

goatish. l. 10. A] wide. A] your valours. l. 11. A] we must. A] for't.

A _omits_] 'em. l. 12. A] and you will. B--E] and they. l. 15. A] speake him well. l. 16. A] courtesies. l. 17. A _omits_] Exit Cle. l. 18. A]

Citizens. l. 20. A _omits_] and soil you. ll. 21 and 22. A] Every long vocation; and foule shall come up fat And in brave liking. l. 21. B] ever long. l. 23. A] that poore. l. 24. A _omits_] and. l. 25. A _omits_] Sir.

1. 26. A--G] quench. l. 28. A] Enter Phylaster. l. 33. A] to 't. l. 34.

A] Let me your goodnesse know. l. 36. A, B and C] All my wishes. l. 37.

A] speakes all this.

p. 138, l. 4. A _omits_} poor. l. 7. A] free her. l. 9. A] n.o.ble word.

1. 10. A] you peace. l. 12. A] Now all the. A _omits_] Exeunt Omnes.

1. 13. A] Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens leading Pharamont prisoner. l.15. B and C] your nimble. B--G] mother. l. 21. B and C] Kings. l. 22. E and G] you paintings. l. 25. B] beloved. B and C]

Custards. l. 29. B--D] Collers.

p. 139, l. 1. B] solder'd. l. 6. B] me see. l. 7. For 'lie' G prints 'ie' with a s.p.a.ce at the beginning where the 'I' should be. H and the Folio _misprint_] here I it. l. 8. B] washing. B] do you see sweete Prince. C] do you sweet Prince. D, E, G and H] sweat. F] swet. l. 12. B--H and Folio J foe. l. 26. B--G] Nay my beyond, etc. l. 28. B--H] scarcenet.

1. 33. B and C] i Cit. l. 36. B--H] kills.

p. 140, l. 4. D, E and G] G.o.d Captaine. l. 7. B and C] of your 2-hand sword. l. 9. B--E, G and H] 2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. l. n. B--E, G and H]

2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. B and C] had had. l. 12. C--G] skin bones. l. 35. B, C and D] stucke. E] stuck. l. 38. B--H] I do desire to be.

p. 141, l. 2. F] thy name. l. 7. B--H] of all dangers. B--H] altogether.

1. 12. B and C] all these. l. 20. B--G] And make. B and F]

He strives. l. 23. H] your friends. l. 34. B and C] Go thy wayes, thou art.

p. 142, l. 2. B and C] attendance. l. 24. Folio _misprints_] is it. l. 33.

B] and hath found. l. 35. F] knew.

p. 143,1. 4. B--G with variations in spelling] To bear. B] her boy. l. 7.

B--G] sometime. l. 9. D] wine. l. 17. B] As base as are. C _omits_] be.

1. 18. Folio _misprints_] hour. B] heated. l. 36. B--H] that boy. l. 38.

B and C] word. l. 39. F--H] life and rig.

p. 144, l. 6. B--G] were hateful. l. 11. B and C] oh stay. l. 12. F]

Sir. l. 13. B] tire your constancy.

p. 145, l. 9. F _omits_] it. l. 22. B and C _omit_] l. l. 27. B--G] All's.

1. 29. B--D make this line the conclusion of Philaster's speech, and consequently apply the marginal stage-direction to him.

p. 146, l. 22. B--E] oft would.

p. 147, l. 1. B--G] but have. l. 17. F _omits_] thou wilt. l. 31.

B--H] vertue. l. 35. F] set us free.

p. 148, l. 9. F] your self. l. 10. B--E] And like to see. l. 14. After

this line B--F, H add]

Finis.

From p. 138, l. 13, to end of Play, A reads]

_Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens_, _leading_ PHARAMONT _prisoner_.

CAP. Come my brave Mermedons, fal on, let your caps swarm, & your nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and set your mouthes ope' children, till your pallats fall frighted halfe a fathom past the cure of bay-salt & grosse pepper; and then crie _Phylaster_, brave _Phylaster_. Let _Phylaster_ be deep in request, my ding-a-dings, my paire of deare Indentures: King of clubs, the your cut-water- chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silkes, deerly belovers of Custards & Cheescakes, or your branch cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood scarlet and Johns, tie your affections in durance to your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three pil'd spirit's, that rightvalourous, and let your accute colours make the King to feele the measure of your mightinesse; Phylaster, cry, myrose n.o.bles, cry.

OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylasier_.

CAP. How doe you like this, my Lord prisoner?

These are mad boyes I can tell you, These bee things that will not strike top-sayle to a Foyst, And let a Man of warre, an Argosea, Stoope to carry coales.

PHAR. Why, you d.a.m.n'd slaves, doe you know who I am?

CAP. Yes, my pretie Prince of puppits, we do know, and give you gentle warning, you talke no more such bugs words, lest that sodden Crowne should be scracht with a musket; deare Prince pippin, I'le have you codled, let him loose my spirits, and make a ring with your bils my hearts: Now let mee see what this brave man dares doe: note sir, have at you with this washing blow, here I lie, doe you huffe sweete Prince? I could hock your grace, and hang you crosse leg'd, like a Hare at a Poulters stall; and do thus.

PHAR. Gentlemen, honest Gentlemen--

SOUL. A speakes treason Captaine, shal's knock him downe?

CAP. Hold, I say.

2 SOUL. Good Captaine let me have one mal at's mazard, I feele my stomacke strangely provoked to bee at his Spanish pot-nowle, shal's kill him?

OMNES. I, kill him, kill him.

CAP. Againe I say hold.

3 SOUL. O how ranke he lookes, sweete Captaine let's geld him, and send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello.

4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle from useth them, that might be very usefull.

CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_ must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils in execution.

SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him.

OTHERS. Hang him, hang him.

[Enter PHYLASTER.

CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops: shall I begin?

PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen.

OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.

CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty?

PHI. I am, most loving countrimen.

CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke, this head-strong swarme that follow me humming like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed him shall suffer for thy wrongs.

OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him.