Atheist's Tragedie, The - Act 4, Scene 1
Enter C AIAPLASMA and S OQUETTE with Needle-worke .
Cataplasma.
Come, Soquette, your worke! let's examine your worke. What's here? a Medlar with a Plumtree growing hard by it; the leaues o' the Plumtree falling off; the gumme issuing out o'the perish'd joynts; and the branches some of 'em dead, and some rotten; and yet but a young Plum-tree. In good sooth very prettie. Soqu .
The Plum-tree, forsooth, growes so neare the Medlar that the Medlar suckes and drawes all the sap from it and the natural strength o' the ground, so that it cannot prosper. Cata .
How conceipted you are! But heere th'ast made a tree to beare no fruit. Why's that? Soqu .
There growes a Sauin-tree next it, forsooth. Cata .
Forsooth you are a little too wittie in that.
Enter S EBASTIAN . Seba .
But this Honisuckle windes about this white thorne very prettily and louingly, sweet Mistresse Cataplasma. Cata .
Monsieur Sebastian! in good sooth very uprightly welcome this euening Seba .
What, moralizing upon this Gentlewoman's needle worke? Let's see. Cata .
No, sir. Onely examining whether it be done to the true nature and life o' the thing. Seba .
Heere y' haue set a Medlar with a Batcheler's button o' one side and a snaile o' th' tother. The Batcheler's button should haue held his head up more pertly towards the Medlar; the snaile o' th' tother side should ha' beene wrought with an artificiall lazinesse, doubling his taile and putting out his home but halfe the length. And then the Medlar falling (as it were) from the lazie Snaile and ending towards the pert Batcheler's button, their branches spreading and winding one within another as if they did embrace. But heere's a morall. A poppring Peare-tree growing upon the banke of a Riuer seeming continually to looke downewards into the water as if it were enamour'd of it, and euer as the fruit ripens lets it fall for loue (as it were) into her lap. Which the wanton Streame, like a Strumpet, no sooner receiues but she carries it away and bestowes it upon some other creature she maintaines, still seeming to play and dally under the Poppring so long that it has almost wash'd away the earth from the roote, and now the poore Tree stands as if it were readie to fall and perish by that whereon it spent all the substance it had. Cata .
Morall for you that loue those wanton running waters. Seba .
But is not my Lady Leuidulcia come yet? Cata .
Her purpose promis'd us her companie ere this. Sirrie, your Lute and your Booke. Seba .
Well said. A lesson o' th' Lute, to entertaine the time with till she comes. Cata .
Sol, fa, mi, la. — — Mi, mi, mi. — — Precious! Dost not see mi betweene the two Crotchets? Strike mee full there. — — So — — forward. This is a sweet straine, and thou finger'st it beastly. Mi is a laerg there, and the prick that stands before mi a long; alwaies halfe your note. — — Now — — Runne your diuision pleasingly with these quavers. Obserue all your graces i' the touch. — — Heere's a sweet cloze — strike it full; it sets off your musicke delicately.
Enter L ANGUEBEAU S NUFFE and L EUIDULCIA . Lang .
Puritie be in this House. Cata .
'Tis now enter'd; and welcome with your good Ladiship. Seba .
Cease that musicke. Here's a sweeter instrument. Leuid .
Restraine your libertie. See you not Snuffe? Seba .
What does the Stinkard here? put Snuffe out He's offensiue. Leuid .
No. The credit of his companie defends my being abroad from the eye of Suspition. Cata .
Wilt please your Ladyship goe up into the Closet? There are those Falles and Tyres I tolde you of. Leuid .
Monsieur Snuffe, I shall request your patience. My stay will not be long. — Lang .
My duty, Madame. — Falles and Tyres! I begin to suspect what Falles and Tyres you meane. My Lady and Sebastian the Falle and the Tyre, and I the shadow. I perceiue the puritie of my conuersation is us'd but for a propertie to couer the uncleanenesse of their purposes. The very contemplation o' the thing makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my bloud. And heere my desire has met with an object alreadie. This Gentlewoman, me thinkes, should be swayed with the motion, liuing in a house where mouing example is so common. — Mistresse Cataplasma, my Lady, it seemes, has some businesse that requires her stay. The fairnesse o' the euening inuites me into the ayre. Will it please you giue this Gentlewoman leaue to leaue her worke and walk a turne or two with me for honest recreation? Gata .
With all my heart, Sir. Goe, Soquette: giue ear to his instructions You may get understanding by his companie, I can tell you. Lang .
In the way of holinesse, Mistresse Cataplasma. Cata .
Good Monsieur Snuffe! — — I will attend your returne. Lang .
Your hand, Gentlewoman —
The flesh is humble till the Spirit moue it.
But when 'tis rais'd it will command aboue it.
Cataplasma.
Come, Soquette, your worke! let's examine your worke. What's here? a Medlar with a Plumtree growing hard by it; the leaues o' the Plumtree falling off; the gumme issuing out o'the perish'd joynts; and the branches some of 'em dead, and some rotten; and yet but a young Plum-tree. In good sooth very prettie. Soqu .
The Plum-tree, forsooth, growes so neare the Medlar that the Medlar suckes and drawes all the sap from it and the natural strength o' the ground, so that it cannot prosper. Cata .
How conceipted you are! But heere th'ast made a tree to beare no fruit. Why's that? Soqu .
There growes a Sauin-tree next it, forsooth. Cata .
Forsooth you are a little too wittie in that.
Enter S EBASTIAN . Seba .
But this Honisuckle windes about this white thorne very prettily and louingly, sweet Mistresse Cataplasma. Cata .
Monsieur Sebastian! in good sooth very uprightly welcome this euening Seba .
What, moralizing upon this Gentlewoman's needle worke? Let's see. Cata .
No, sir. Onely examining whether it be done to the true nature and life o' the thing. Seba .
Heere y' haue set a Medlar with a Batcheler's button o' one side and a snaile o' th' tother. The Batcheler's button should haue held his head up more pertly towards the Medlar; the snaile o' th' tother side should ha' beene wrought with an artificiall lazinesse, doubling his taile and putting out his home but halfe the length. And then the Medlar falling (as it were) from the lazie Snaile and ending towards the pert Batcheler's button, their branches spreading and winding one within another as if they did embrace. But heere's a morall. A poppring Peare-tree growing upon the banke of a Riuer seeming continually to looke downewards into the water as if it were enamour'd of it, and euer as the fruit ripens lets it fall for loue (as it were) into her lap. Which the wanton Streame, like a Strumpet, no sooner receiues but she carries it away and bestowes it upon some other creature she maintaines, still seeming to play and dally under the Poppring so long that it has almost wash'd away the earth from the roote, and now the poore Tree stands as if it were readie to fall and perish by that whereon it spent all the substance it had. Cata .
Morall for you that loue those wanton running waters. Seba .
But is not my Lady Leuidulcia come yet? Cata .
Her purpose promis'd us her companie ere this. Sirrie, your Lute and your Booke. Seba .
Well said. A lesson o' th' Lute, to entertaine the time with till she comes. Cata .
Sol, fa, mi, la. — — Mi, mi, mi. — — Precious! Dost not see mi betweene the two Crotchets? Strike mee full there. — — So — — forward. This is a sweet straine, and thou finger'st it beastly. Mi is a laerg there, and the prick that stands before mi a long; alwaies halfe your note. — — Now — — Runne your diuision pleasingly with these quavers. Obserue all your graces i' the touch. — — Heere's a sweet cloze — strike it full; it sets off your musicke delicately.
Enter L ANGUEBEAU S NUFFE and L EUIDULCIA . Lang .
Puritie be in this House. Cata .
'Tis now enter'd; and welcome with your good Ladiship. Seba .
Cease that musicke. Here's a sweeter instrument. Leuid .
Restraine your libertie. See you not Snuffe? Seba .
What does the Stinkard here? put Snuffe out He's offensiue. Leuid .
No. The credit of his companie defends my being abroad from the eye of Suspition. Cata .
Wilt please your Ladyship goe up into the Closet? There are those Falles and Tyres I tolde you of. Leuid .
Monsieur Snuffe, I shall request your patience. My stay will not be long. — Lang .
My duty, Madame. — Falles and Tyres! I begin to suspect what Falles and Tyres you meane. My Lady and Sebastian the Falle and the Tyre, and I the shadow. I perceiue the puritie of my conuersation is us'd but for a propertie to couer the uncleanenesse of their purposes. The very contemplation o' the thing makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my bloud. And heere my desire has met with an object alreadie. This Gentlewoman, me thinkes, should be swayed with the motion, liuing in a house where mouing example is so common. — Mistresse Cataplasma, my Lady, it seemes, has some businesse that requires her stay. The fairnesse o' the euening inuites me into the ayre. Will it please you giue this Gentlewoman leaue to leaue her worke and walk a turne or two with me for honest recreation? Gata .
With all my heart, Sir. Goe, Soquette: giue ear to his instructions You may get understanding by his companie, I can tell you. Lang .
In the way of holinesse, Mistresse Cataplasma. Cata .
Good Monsieur Snuffe! — — I will attend your returne. Lang .
Your hand, Gentlewoman —
The flesh is humble till the Spirit moue it.
But when 'tis rais'd it will command aboue it.
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