Beaumont Fletchers Works, vol 2

Francis and John Fletcher Beaumont
Beaumont & Fletcher's Works, vol 2

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The Custom of the Country, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher Edited by Arnold Glover
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Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (1 of 10) - The Custom of the Country
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher Edited by Arnold Glover
Release Date: April 15, 2004 [EBook #12039]
Language: English
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Persons Represented in the Play.
Count Clodio, Governour and a dishonourable pursuer of Zenocia. Manuel du Sosa, Governour of Lisbon, and Brother to Guiomar. Arnoldo, A Gentleman contracted to Zenocia. Rutilio, A merry Gentleman Brother to Arnoldo. Charino, Father to Zenocia. Duarte, Son to Guiomar, a Gentleman well qualified but vain glorious. Alonzo, a young Portugal _Gentleman, enemy to_ Duarte. Leopold, _a Sea Captain Enamour'd on_ Hippolyta. Zabulon, a Jew, servant to Hippolyta. Jaques, servant to Sulpitia. Doctor. Chirurgion. Officers. Guard. Page. Bravo. Knaves, of the Male Stewes. Servants.
Zenocia, Mistress to Arnoldo, and a chaste Wife. Guiomar, _a vertuous Lady, Mother to_ Duarte. Hippolyta, _a rich Lady, wantonly in Love with_ Arnoldo. Sulpitia, _a Bawd, Mistress of the Male Stewes_.
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The Scene sometimes Lisbon, sometimes Italy.
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The principal Actors were Joseph Taylor. Robert Benfeild. John Lowin. William Eglestone. Nicholas Toolie. Richard Sharpe. John Underwood. Thomas Holcomb.
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_Actus primus. Scena prima_.
Enter Rutilio, and Arnold[o].
_Rut._ Why do you grieve thus still?
_Arn._ 'Twould melt a Marble, And tame a Savage man, to feel my fortune.
_Rut._ What fortune? I have liv'd this thirty years, And run through all these follies you call fortunes, Yet never fixt on any good and constant, But what I made myself: why should I grieve then At that I may mould any way?
_Arn._ You are wide still.
_Rut._ You love a Gentlewoman, a young handsom woman, I have lov'd a thosand, not so few.
_Arn._ You are dispos'd.
_Rut._ You hope to Marry her; 'tis a lawful calling And prettily esteem'd of, but take heed then, Take heed dear Brother of a stranger fortune Than e're you felt yet; fortune my foe is a friend to it.
_Arn._ 'Tis true I love, dearly, and truly love, A noble, vertuous, and most beauteous Maid, And am belov'd again.
_Rut._ That's too much o' Conscience, To love all these would run me out o' my wits.
_Arn._ Prethee give ear, I am to Marry her.
_Rut._ Dispatch it then, and I'le go call the Piper.
_Arn._ But O the wicked Custom of this Country, The barbarous, most inhumane, damned Custom.
Rut. 'Tis true, to marry is a Custom I' the world; for look you Brother, Wou'd any man stand plucking for the Ace of Harts, With one pack of Cards all dayes on's life?
_Arn._ You do not Or else you purpose not to understand me.
_Rut._ Proceed, I will give ear.
_Arn._ They have a Custom In this most beastly Country, out upon't.
_Rut._ Let's hear it first.
_Arn._ That when a Maid is contracted And ready for the tye o'th' Church, the Governour, He that commands in chief, must have her Maiden-head, Or Ransom it for mony at his pleasure.
_Rut._ How might a man atchieve that place? a rare Custom! An admirable rare Custom: and none excepted?
_Arn._ None, none.
_Rut._ The rarer still: how could I lay about me, In this rare Office? are they born to it, or chosen?
_Arn._ Both equal damnable.
_Rut._ Me thinks both excellent, Would I were the next heir.
_Arn._ To this mad fortune Am I now come, my Marriage is proclaim'd, And nothing can redeem me from this mischief.
_Rut._ She's very young.
_Arn._ Yes.
_Rut._ And fair I dare proclaim her, Else mine eyes fail.
_Arn._ Fair as the bud unblasted.
_Rut._ I cannot blame him then, if 'twere mine own case, I would not go an Ace less.
_Arn._ Fye Rutilio, Why do you make your brothers misery Your sport and game?
_Rut._ There is no pastime like it.
_Arn._ I look'd for your advice, your timely Counsel, How to avoid this blow, not to be mockt at, And my afflictions jeer'd.
_Rut._ I tell thee Arnoldo, An thou wert my Father, as thou art but my Brother, My younger Brother too, I must be merry. And where there is a wench yet can, a young wench, A handsome wench, and sooner a good turn too, An I were to be hang'd, thus must I handle it. But you shall see Sir, I can change this habit To do you any service;
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