[Enter] JOYLESS with a light in his hand*.

923JoylessDiana! Ho! Where are you? She is lost.
        Here is no further passage. All’s made fast.
        This was the bawdy way, by which she ’scaped*
        My narrow watching. Have you privy posterns
        Behind the hangings in your strangers’ chambers?*
        She’s lost from me for ever. Why then seek I?
        Oh, my dull eyes! To let her slip so from ye,
        To let her have her lustful will upon me!
        Is this the hospitality of lords?
        Why, rather, if he did intend my shame
        And her dishonour, did he not betray me
        From her out of his house, to travail in
        The bare suspicion of their filthiness?
        But hold me a nose-witness to its rankness*?
        No! This is sure the lordlier way; and makes
        The act more glorious in my sufferings. O――[Kneels]*
        May my hot curses on their melting pleasures,
        Cement them so together in their lust
        That they may never part, but grow one monster*.

924Barbara   [Aside]   Good gentleman! He is at his prayers now,
        For his mad son’s good night-work with his bride.
        Well fare your heart, sir: you have prayed to purpose;
        But not all night I hope. Yet sure he has,
        He looks so wild for lack of sleep.   [Aloud]   You’re happy, sir.
        Your prayers are heard, no doubt, for I’m persuaded
        You have a child got you tonight.

925JoylessIs’t gone
        So far, do you think?

926BarbaraI cannot say how far.
        Not fathom-deep, I think, but to the scantling
        Of a child-getting, I dare well imagine.
        For which, as you have prayed, forget not, sir,
        To thank the lord o’th’ house.

927JoylessFor getting me
        A child? Why, I am none of his great lordship’s tenants
        Nor of his followers, to keep his bastards*.
        Pray stay a little.

928BarbaraI should go tell my lord
        The news: he longs to know how things do pass.

929JoylessTell him I take it well, and thank him.
        I did before despair of children, I.
        But I’ll go wi’ye and thank him.

930Barbara   [Aside]   Sure his joy
        Has madded him. Here’s more work for the doctor.

931Joyless   [Withdrawing his dagger]*   But tell me first: were you their bawd that speak this?

932BarbaraWhat mean you with that dagger?

933JoylessNothing, I
        But play with’t. Did you see the passages*
        Of things*? I ask: were you their bawd?

934BarbaraTheir bawd?
        I trust she is no bawd that sees and helps,
        If need require, an ignorant lawful pair
        To do their best.

935JoylessLord’s actions all are lawful.
        And how? And how?

936Barbara   [Aside]   These old folks love to hear.
           [Aloud]   I’ll tell you, sir―and yet I will not neither.

937JoylessNay, pray thee out with’t.

938BarbaraSir, they went to bed.

939JoylessTo bed! Well, on.

940BarbaraOn?* They were off, sir, yet;
        And yet a good while after. They were both
        So simple, that they knew not what, nor how.
        For she’s, sir, a pure maid.

941JoylessWho dost thou speak of?

942BarbaraI’ll speak no more, ’less you can look more tamely.

943JoylessGo bring me to ’em then. Bawd, will you go?
[He threatens her again with his dagger.]*

Enter BYPLAY, [who] holds JOYLESS*.

945ByplayWhat ail you, sir? Why bawd? Whose bawd is she?

946JoylessYour lord’s bawd and my wife’s.

947ByplayYou are jealous mad.
        Suppose your wife be missing at your chamber,
        And my lord too at his: they may be honest.
        If not, what’s that to her, or you, I pray,
        Here in my lord’s own house?

948JoylessBrave, brave, and monstrous!

949ByplayShe has not seen them. I heard all your talk.
        The child she intimated is your grandchild
        In posse sir, and of your son’s begetting.

950BarbaraAy, I’ll be sworn I meant and said so too!

951JoylessWhere is my wife?

952ByplayI can give no account.
        If she be with my lord, I dare not trouble ’em.
        Nor must you offer at it. No, nor stab yourself.
Byp[lay] takes away his dagger.

        But come with me: I’ll counsel, or at least
        Govern you better. She may be, perhaps,
        About the bride-chamber to hear some sport,
        For you can make her none, ’las, good old man—

953JoylessI’m most insufferably abused.

        The killing of yourself may do’t; and that
        I would forbear, because perhaps ’twould please her.

955JoylessIf fire or water, poison, cord or steel,
        Or any means be found to do it, I’ll do it;
        Not to please her, but rid me of my torment.

956ByplayI have more care and charge of you than so.JOY[LESS] and BYP[LAY] ex[it].*

957BarbaraWhat an old desperate man is this, to make
        Away yourself for fear of being a cuckold!
        If every man that is, or that but knows
        Himself to be o’th’ order, should do so,
        How many desolate widows would here* be!
        They are not all of that mind. Here’s my husband.
Enter BLAZE* with a habit in his hand.

958BlazeBab! Art thou here?

959BarbaraLook well. How think’st thou, Tony*?
        Hast not thou neither* slept to-night?

960BlazeYes, yes.
        I lay with the butler.* Who was thy bedfellow?

961BarbaraYou know I was appointed to sit up.

962BlazeYes, with the doctor in the bride-chamber.
        But had you two no waggery*? Ha!

        How now, Tony?

964BlazeNay, facks, I am not jealous.
        Thou know’st I was cured long since, and how.
        I jealous! I an ass. A man shan’t ask
        His wife shortly how such a gentleman does,
        Or how such a gentleman did or which did best,
        But she must think him jealous.

965BarbaraYou need not: for
        If I were now to die on’t, nor the doctor,
        Nor I came in a bed tonight. I mean
        Within a bed.

966BlazeWithin or without, or over
        Or under: I have no time to think o’ such poor things.

967BarbaraWhat’s that thou carriest, Tony?

968BlazeOh ho, Bab!
        This is a shape.

969BarbaraA shape? What shape, I prithee, Tony?

970BlazeThou’lt see me in’t anon; but shalt not know me
        From the stark’st fool i’th’ town. And I must dance
        Naked* in’t, Bab.

971BarbaraWill here be dancing*, Tony?

972BlazeYes, Bab. My lord gave order for’t last night.
        It should ha’ been i’th’ play, but because that
        Was broke off, he will ha’t today.

973BarbaraOh, Tony,
        I did not see thee act i’th’ play.

974BlazeOh, but
        I did though, Bab: two mutes*.

975BarbaraWhat, in those breeches?

976BlazeFie fool, thou understand’st not what a mute is.
        A mute is a dumb speaker in the play.

977BarbaraDumb speaker! That’s a bull*. Thou wert the bull
        Then in the play. Would I had seen thee roar.

978BlazeThat’s a bull too, as wise as you are, Bab.
        A mute is one that acteth speakingly,
        And yet says nothing. I did two of them.
        The sage man-midwife and the basket-maker*.

979BarbaraWell, Tony, I will see thee in this thing*.
        And ’tis a pretty thing.

980BlazePrithee, good Bab,
        Come in and help me on with’t in our tiring-house,
        And help the gentlemen, my fellow dancers,
        And thou shalt then see all our things, and all
        Our properties and practice* to the music.

981BarbaraOh, Tony, come. I long to be at that.[BLAZE and BARBARA] ex[i]t.*
[Enter] LETOY and DIANA.

982DianaMy lord, your strength and violence prevail not.
        There is a providence above my virtue
        That guards me from the fury of your lust.

983LetoyYet, yet, I prithee, yield. Is it my person
        That thou despisest? See, here's wealthy treasure:
A table set forth, covered with treasure.*

        Jewels, that Cleopatra would have left
        Her Marcus for.*

984DianaMy lord, ’tis possible
        That she who leaves a husband may be bought
        Out of a second friendship.

985LetoyHad stout Tarquin*
        Made such an offer, he had done no rape,
        For Lucrece* had consented, saved her own,
        And all those lives that followed in her cause.

986DianaYet then she had been a loser.

987LetoyWould’st have gold?
        Mammon*, nor Pluto’s self* should overbid me,
        For I’d give all. First, let me rain a shower
        To outvie that which overwhelmed Danaë*;
        And after that another, a full river,
        Shall from my chests perpetually flow
        Into thy store.*

988DianaI have not much loved wealth,
        But have not loathed the sight of it, till now
        That you have soiled it with that foul opinion
        Of being the price of virtue. Though the metal
        Be pure and innocent in itself, such use
        Of it is odious, indeed damnable,
        Both to the seller and the purchaser.
        Pity it should be so abused! It bears
        A stamp upon’t, which but to clip is treason.*
        ’Tis ill used there, where law the life controls*;
        Worse, where ’tis made a salary for souls.*

989LetoyDeny’st thou wealth? Wilt thou have pleasure then,
        Given and ta’en freely without all condition?
        I’ll give thee such, as shall (if not exceed)
        Be at the least, comparative with those
        Which Jupiter got the demigods with*; and
        Juno was mad she missed.*

990DianaMy lord, you may
        Gloze o’er* and gild the vice which you call pleasure
        With god-like attributes, when it is, at best,
        A sensuality, so far below
        Dishonourable, that it is mere beastly;
        Which reason ought to abhor; and I detest it
        More than your former hated offers.

        Wilt thou have honour? I’ll come closer to thee:
        For now the flames of love grow higher in me
        And I must perish in them or enjoy thee.
        Suppose I find by power, or law, or both,
        A means* to make thee mine, by freeing
        Thee from thy present husband.

992DianaHold, stay there.
        Now should you* utter volumes of persuasions,
        Lay the whole world of riches, pleasures, honours
        Before me in full grant*, that one, last word,
        Husband, and from your own mouth spoke, confutes
        And vilifies even all. The very name
        Of husband, rightly weighed and well remembered,
        Without more law or discipline, is enough
        To govern womankind in due obedience,
        Master all loose affections, and remove
        Those idols*, which too much, too many love,
        And you have set before me to beguile
        Me of the faith I owe him. But remember
        You grant I have a husband; urge no more.
        I seek his love. ’Tis fit he loves no whore.

993LetoyThis is not yet the way. You have seen, lady,
        My ardent love, which you do seem to slight,
        Though to my death, pretending zeal to your husband.
        My person nor my proffers are so despicable
        But that they might (had I not vowed affection
        Entirely to yourself) have met with th’ embraces
        Of greater persons, no less fair, that can
        Too, if they please, put on formality*,
        And talk in as divine a strain as you.
        This is not earnest.* Make my word but good
        Now with a smile, I’ll give thee a thousand pound.
        Look o’ my face―Come!―prithee look and laugh not―
        Yes, laugh, an dar’st―* Dimple this cheek a little;
        I’ll nip it else.

994DianaI pray forbear, my lord:
        I’m past a child, and will be made no wanton.

995LetoyHow can this be? So young, so vigorous,
        And so devoted to an old man’s bed!

996DianaThat is already answered. He’s my husband.
        You are old too, my lord.

997LetoyYes, but of better mettle.
        A jealous old man too, whose disposition
        Of injury to beauty and young blood
        Cannot but kindle fire of just revenge
        In you, if you be woman, to requite
        With your own pleasure his unnatural spite.
        You cannot be worse to him than he thinks you,
        Considering all the open scorns and jeers
        You cast upon him, to a flat defiance;
        Then the affronts I gave, to choke his anger*;
        And lastly your stol’n absence from his chamber,
        All which confirms (we have as good as told him)
        That he’s a cuckold. Yet you trifle time
        As ’twere not worth the doing.

998DianaAre you a lord?
        Dare you boast honour and be so ignoble?
        Did not you warrant me upon that pawn
        (Which can take up no money) your blank honour,
        That you would cure his jealousy, which affects him
        Like a sharp sore, if I to ripen it
        Would set that counterfeit face of scorn upon him,
        Only in show of disobedience, which
        You won me to upon your protestation
        To render me unstained to his opinion
        And quit me of his jealousy forever.

999LetoyNo: not unstained, by your leave, if you call
        Unchastity* a stain. But for his yellows,
        Let me but lie with you and let him know it,
        His jealousy is gone, all doubts are cleared*,
        And for his love and good opinion,
        He shall not dare deny’t. Come, be wise,
        And this is all: all is as good as done
        To him already: let’t be so with us;
        And trust to me, my power and your own,
        To make all good with him. If* not: now mark
        To be revenged* for my lost hopes (which yet
        I pray thee save) I’ll put thee in his hands,
        Now in his heat of fury, and not spare
        To boast thou art my prostitute; and thrust ye
        Out of my gates, to try’t out by yourselves.

1000DianaThis you may do, and yet be still a lord;
        This can I bear, and still be the same woman!
        I am not troubled now: your wooing oratory*,
        Your violent hands (made stronger by your lust),
        Your tempting gifts, and larger promises
        Of honour and advancements were all frivolous;
        But this last way of threats, ridiculous
        To a safe mind, that bears no guilty grudge.
        My peace dwells here, while yonder sits my judge*,
        And in that faith I’ll die.

1001LetoyShe is invincible!
Ent[er] JOYLESS and BYPLAY.*

        Come I’ll relate you to your husband.

        I’ll meet her with more joy than I received
        Upon our marriage day. My better soul,
        Let me again embrace thee.

1003ByplayTake your dudgeon, sir,
        I ha’ done you simple service.

1004JoylessOh, my lord,
        My lord, you have cured my jealousy. I thank you;
        And more, your man, for the discovery;
        But most the constant means, my virtuous wife,
        Your medicine, my sweet lord.

1005LetoyShe has ta’en all
        I mean to give her, sir. Now sirrah, speak.

1006ByplayI brought you to the stand from whence you saw
        How the game* went.*

1007JoylessOh my dear, dear Diana.

1008ByplayI seemed to do it against my will, by which I gained
        Your bribe of twenty pieces.

1009JoylessMuch good do thee.

1010ByplayBut I assure you, my lord give me order
        To place you there, after it seems he had
        Well put her to’t within.

1011JoylessStay, stay, stay, stay.
        Why may not this be then a counterfeit action,
        Or a false mist to blind me with more error?
        The ill I feared may have been done before,
        And all this but deceit to daub it o’er.

1012DianaDo you fall back again?

1013JoylessShugh, give me leave.

1014Byplay   [Seizing the weapon out of JOYLESS'S hand]*   I must take charge, I see, o’th’ dagger again.

1015LetoyCome, Joyless, I have pity on thee. Hear me.
        I swear upon mine honour she is chaste.

1016JoylessHonour! An oath of glass!*

1017LetoyI prithee, hear me.
        I tried and tempted her for mine own ends,
        More than for thine.

1018JoylessThat’s easily believed.

1019LetoyAnd had she yielded, I not only had
        Rejected her (for it was ne’er my purpose—
        Heaven, I call thee to witness— to commit
        A sin with her) but laid a punishment
        Upon her, greater than thou could’st inflict.

1020JoylessBut how can this appear?

1021LetoyDo you know your father, lady?

1022DianaI hope I am so wise a child*.

1023LetoyGo call
        In my friend Truelock.

1024ByplayTake your dagger, sir,
        Now I dare trust you.

1025LetoySirrah, dare you fool
        When I am serious? Send in Master Truelock.BYP[LAY] exit[s].

1026DianaThat is my father’s name.

1027JoylessCan he be here?

1028LetoySir, I am neither conjurer nor witch,
        But a great fortune-teller that you’ll find*
        You are happy in a wife, sir, happier――yes
        Happier by a hundred thousand pound
        Than you were yesterday――

1029JoylessSo, so. Now he’s mad.

1030LetoyI mean in possibilities: provided that
        You use her well and never more be jealous.

1031JoylessMust it come that way?

1032LetoyLook you this way, sir,
        When I speak to you. I’ll cross your fortune else,
        As I am true Letoy.

1033JoylessMad, mad, he’s mad.
        Would we were quickly out on’s fingers yet.

1034LetoyWhen saw you your wife’s father? Answer me?

1035JoylessHe came for London four days before us.

1036Letoy’Tis possible he’s here then, do you know him?

1037DianaOh, I am happy in his sight.   She kneels.*   Dear sir.

1038Letoy’Tis but so much knee-labour lost. Stand up,
        Stand up and mind me.

1039TruelockYou are well met, son Joyless*.

1040JoylessHow have you been concealed, and in* this house?
        Here’s mystery in this.

1041TruelockMy good lord’s pleasure.

1042LetoyKnow, sir, that I sent for him and for you,
        Instructing your friend, Blaze, my instrument
        To draw you to my doctor with your son.
        Your wife, I knew, must follow. What my end
        Was in’t shall quickly be discovered to you
        In a few words of your supposèd father.

1043DianaSupposèd father!

1044LetoyYes. Come, Master Truelock,
        My constant friend of thirty years’ acquaintance,
        Freely declare with your best knowledge now
        Whose child this is.

1045TruelockYour honour does as freely
        Release me of my vow, then, in the secret
        I locked up in this breast these seventeen* years*,
        Since she was three days old?

1046LetoyTrue, Master Truelock,
        I do release you of your vow: now speak.

1047TruelockNow she is yours, my lord, your only daughter.
        And know you, Master Joyless, for some reason
        Known to my lord, and large reward to me,
        She has been from the third day of her life
        Reputed mine; and that so covertly
        That not her lady mother nor my wife
        Knew to their deaths the change of my dead infant
        For* this sweet lady. ’Tis most true we had
        A trusty nurse’s help* and secrecy,
        Well paid for, in the carriage of our plot.

1048LetoyNow shall you know what moved me, sir. I was
        A thing beyond a mad-man*, like yourself
        Jealous; and had that strong distrust, and fancied
        Such proofs unto myself against my wife,
        That I conceived the child was not mine own,
        And scorned to father it; yet I gave to breed her
        And marry her as the daughter of this gentleman
        (Two thousand pound, I guess, you had with her).
        But since your match*, my wife upon her death-bed
        So cleared herself of all my foul suspicions
        (Blest be her memory) that I then resolved
        By some quaint way (for I am still Letoy)
        To see and try her throughly; and so much
        To make her mine, as I should find her worthy.
        And now thou art my daughter, and mine heir.
        Provided still (for I am still Letoy)
        You honourably love her, and defy
        The cuckold-making fiend, foul jealousy.

1049JoylessMy lord, ’tis not her birth and fortune, which
        Do jointly claim a privilege to live
        Above my reach of jealousy, shall restrain
        That passion in me, but her well-tried virtue,
        In the true faith of which I am confirmed,
        And throughly cured.

1050LetoyAs I am true Letoy,
        Well said. I hope thy son is cured by this too.

        Now, Mistress Blaze! Here is a woman now!
        I cured her husband’s jealousy and twenty more
        I’th’ town, by means I and my doctor wrought.

1051BarbaraTruly, my lord, my husband has ta’en bread
        And drunk upon’t* that, under heaven, he thinks,
        You were the means to make me an honest woman,
        Or (at the least) him a contented man.

1052LetoyHa’ done, ha’ done.

1053BarbaraYes, I believe you have done!*
        And if your husband, lady, be cured, as he should be,
        And as all foolish jealous husbands ought to be,
        I know what was done first, if my lord took
        That course with you as me―――*

1054LetoyPrithee, what cam’st thou for?

1055BarbaraMy lord, to tell you, as the doctor tells me,
        The bride and bridegroom, both, are coming on
        The sweetliest to their wits again.

1056LetoyI told you.

1057BarbaraNow you are a happy man, sir; and I hope
        A quiet man.

1058JoylessFull of content and joy.

1059BarbaraContent! So was my husband, when he knew
        The worst he could by his wife. Now you’ll live quiet*, lady.

1060LetoyWhy fliest thou off thus, woman, from the subject
        Thou wert upon?

1061BarbaraI beg your honour’s pardon.
        And now I’ll tell you. Be it by skill or chance,
        Or both, was never such a cure as is
        Upon that couple! Now they strive which most
        Shall love the other.

1062LetoyAre they up and ready*?

1063BarbaraUp! Up* and ready to lie down again:
        There is no ho* with them!
        They have been in th’ Antipodes* to some purpose,
        And now are risen and returned themselves:
        He’s her dear “Per” and she is his sweet “Mat”.
        His kingship and her queenship are forgotten,
        And all their melancholy and his travels* passed
        And but supposed their dreams.

1064Letoy’Tis excellent.

1065BarbaraNow, sir, the doctor (for he is become
        An utter stranger to your son; and so
        Are all about ’em) craves your presence
        And such as he’s* acquainted with.

1066LetoyGo, sir.
        And go you, daughter.

1067Barbara   [Aside]*   Daughter! That’s the true trick
        Of all old whore-masters, to call their wenches

1068LetoyHas he known you, friend Truelock, too?

1069TruelockYes, from his childhood.

1070LetoyGo, then, and possess him
        (Now he is sensible) how things have gone;
        What art, what means, what friends have been employed
        In his rare cure; and win him, by degrees
        To sense of where he is. Bring him to me;
        And I have yet an entertainment for him
        (Of better settle-brain, then drunkard’s porridge*)
        To set him right. As I am true Letoy,
        I have one toy left. Go.JOY[LESS, DIANA and TRUELOCK] ex[it].
        And go you. Why stay’st thou?

1071BarbaraIf I had been a gentlewoman born,
        I should have been your daughter too, my lord.

1072LetoyBut never as she is.* You’ll know anon.

1073BarbaraNeat city-wives’ flesh yet may be as good
        As your course country gentlewoman’s blood.*BAR[BARA] exit[s].

1074LetoyGo with thy flesh to Turnbull shambles*! Ho!
        Within there!

1075QuailpipeHere, my lord.

1076LetoyThe music, songs
        And dance I gave command for, are they ready?

1077QuailpipeAll, my good lord: and (in good sooth) I cannot
        Enough applaud your honour’s quaint conceit*
        In the design; so apt, so regular,
        So pregnant, so acute, and so withal
        Poetice legitimate*, as I
        May say justly with Plautus*―――

1078LetoyPrithee say no more,
        But see upon my signal given they act
        As well as I designed.

1079QuailpipeNay, not so well,
        My exact lord; but as they may, they shall.Exit[s]

1080LetoyI know no flatterer in my house but this,
        But for his custom I must bear with him.
        ’Sprecious! They come already.   [To offstage musicians]*   Now begin.
A solemn lesson upon the recorders.*
LETOY meets them. TRUELOCK presents PEREGRINE and MARTHA to him; he salutes them.
They seem to make some short discourse. Then LETOY appoints them to sit*.
PEREGRINE seems something amazed. The music ceases.

1081LetoyAgain you are welcome, sir*, and welcome all.

1082PeregrineI am what you are pleased to make me,* but
        Withal so ignorant of mine own condition
        Whether I sleep, or wake, or talk, or dream;
        Whether I be, or be not; or if I am,
        Whether I do or do not any thing:
        For I have had (if I now wake) such dreams,
        And been so far transported* in a long
        And tedious voyage of sleep, that I may fear
        My manners can acquire no welcome where
        Men understand themselves.

1083LetoyThis is music!*
        Sir, you are welcome; and I give full power
        Unto your father and my daughter here, your mother,
        To make you welcome.

1084PeregrineHow! Your daughter, sir?
JOYLESS whispers [to] PEREGRINE.*

1085DoctorMy lord, you’ll put him back again, if you
        Trouble his brain with new discoveries.

1086LetoyFetch him you on again* then: pray are you
        Letoy or I?

1087JoylessIndeed it is so, son.

1088DoctorI fear your show will but perplex him too.

1089LetoyI care not, sir, I’ll have it to delay
        Your cure awhile, that he recover soundly.
        Come, sit again*; again you are most welcome.
A most untuneable flourish.* Ent[er] DISCORD*

        There's an unwelcome guest*: uncivil Discord
        That trains into my house her followers,
        Folly and Jealousy, Melancholy
        And Madness.

1090BarbaraMy husband presents Jealousy
        In the black-and-yellow jaundied* suit there:
        Half like man and t’other half like woman,
        With one horn and ass-ear upon his head*.

1091LetoyPeace, woman.   [Aside to PEREGRINE]   Mark what they do: but, by the way,*
        Conceive me this but show, sir, and device*.

1092PeregrineI think so.

1093LetoyHow? Goes he back again now, doctor? Sheugh!
Song in untunable notes.

1094DiscordCome forth my darlings, you that breed
           The common strifes that discord feed:
           Come in the first place, my dear Folly;
           Jealousy next, then Melancholy;
           And last come Madness, thou art he
           That bear’st th’ effects of all those three,
           Lend me your aids, so Discord shall you crown,
           And make this place* a kingdom of our own.
They dance.* After a while they are broke off by a flourish,
and the approach of HARMONY followed by MERCURY, CUPID, BACCHUS and APOLLO*.
DISCORD and her faction fall down*.

1095LetoySee Harmony approaches, leading on,
        ’Gainst Discord’s factions, four* great deities:
        Mercury, Cupid, Bacchus, and Apollo.
        Wit against Folly, Love against Jealousy,
        Wine against Melancholy, and ’gainst Madnesss, Health.
        Observe the matter and the method*.

1097LetoyAnd how upon the approach of Harmony,
        Discord and her disorders are confounded.

1098Harmony.Come Wit, come Love, come Wine, come Health,
           Maintainers of my commonwealth,
           ’Tis you make Harmony complete,
           And from the spheres* (her proper seat)
           You give her power to reign on earth,
           Where Discord claims a right by birth*.
           Then let us revel it while we are here,
           And keep possession of this hemisphere*.
After a strain or two, DISCORD cheers up her faction. They all
rise, and mingle in the dance with HARMONY and the rest
*. Dance.

1099LetoyNote there* how Discord cheers up her disorders,
        To mingle in defiance with the virtues:
        But soon they vanish and the mansion quit DISCORD [and her train] ex[it]*.
        Unto the gods of health, love, wine, and wit,
        Who triumph in their habitation new,
        Which they have taken, and assign to you;
        In which they now salute you― bid you be
        Of cheer; and for it, lay the charge on me.[HARMONY and her train] salute [PEREGRINE and] ex[it]*.
        And unto me you’re welcome, welcome all.
        Meat, wine, and mirth shall flow, and what I see
        Yet wanting in your cure, supplied shall be.

1100PeregrineIndeed I find me well.

1101MarthaAnd so shall I,
        After a few such nights more.

1102BarbaraAre you there?

1103MarthaGood Madam, pardon errors of my tongue.*

1104DianaI am too happy made to think of wrong.

1105LetoyWe will want nothing for you that may please,
        Though we dive for it to th’ Antipodes.

The Epilogue

1106DoctorWhether my cure be perfect yet or no,
        It lies not in my doctorship to know.
        Your approbation may more raise the man,
        Then all the College of Physicians* can;
        And more health from your fair hands* may be won,
        Then by the strokings of the seventh son*.

1107PeregrineAnd from our travels in th’ Antipodes,
        We are not yet arrived from off the seas:
        But on the waves of desp’rate fears we roam
        Until your gentler hands do waft us home*.

Edited by Richard Cave