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Chysocancrio, feeling himself worse since hee tooke Death to serve him, can by noe meanes by him be perswaded but hee will from home to take counsaile of the phisition.

CHRYS. Uh, uh, uh, Thanatus, since thou came hither
The coughe hath almost spent mee, and the goute
Has wellnye ta’ne my lif. And, which is worse,
I oft ha thought to send for the phisition.
DE. Truelye, in my conceit there was noe neede, sir. spacer1305
CHRYS. Yes, there was neede and is, but thou wudst saie
There was noe neede to cast awaie my money.
And now I thinck on’t, ’tis the better waie
I goe myself.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerHow? Thats the way indeed
To cast the same awaie. For looke yow, sir, spacer1310
You needes must give him somewhat for his counsaile,
And then yow weare your shooes besydes, sir.
CHRYS. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerHum!
’Tis well consider’d But Ile give him noething,
And Ile goe bare-foote.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerRather send mee, sir,
That in the meane whyle yow maie rest in peace. spacer1315
CHRYS. Wudst ha mee therefore in the meane while deade?
DE. That yow may rest in peace, I saie, an’t please yow.
CHRYS. What meanes thou by those words, “to rest in peace”?
DE. Wud yow not rest in peace, sir?
CHRYS. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerHould thy peace,
Th’art troublesojme. Ile goe, I’le have his counsaile. spacer1320
DE. And for what, sir, praie?
CHRYS. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerTo ridd me of my coughe.
DE. Why there’s noe neede, sir, you may help yourselfe.
CHRYS. How, prethee?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerHoughe [Hock] your fleaghme [phlegm] up strongly, sir.
CHRYS. Well, there it is.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerGoe to, yet more.
CHRYS. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhat, more?
DE. For lief sir, pray.
CHRYS. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWuds ha mee houghe to death? spacer1325
DE. Why soe you willbee ridd, sir, of your coughe.
CHRYS. Is that thy good advice, thou treacherous knave?
Looke to my howse, ant’will. For now I goe. Exit senex.
DE. Goe and I wishe thou never shudst returne.
O what a labour have I had this daie spacer1330
To kill this vylde ould man! Who yet will live
In spite of Death himself and all men else.
Tenne prodigalls that noething cares to have
Are sooner killd’ then is one cov’tous slave.
And soe lykewyse as many good men still spacer1335
Doe lightly sooner dye then doth one ill.
For ’tis to be observed in mens fate
That hee lives oftymes long’st whom all men hate.
But touching our ould man, now all my hope
Lyes onelie in the hands of this phisicion spacer1340
And comonlie indeed the ignorance
Of these same men adde much unto my power.
Iff hee shall faile me now, I knowe not truelie
What waie to take. But who are these come hither? spacer



Grinco, haveing hyred cookes and fidlers, enters Chrisocancrio’s howse, obtayning leave first of Death.

GRIN. Come yow brave fellowes, both of faculties, red spacer1345
That is, professors of good meate and musicke,
Yow’re men of lawe, and have it on your syde.
For yow, cookes, have a hotchpott in your tenures. blue
Yow fidlers, your best meanes lyes in your cases,
And both can doe mee pleasure in your places. spacer1350
But if yow wud knowe myne opinion
Whether [Which] of yow indeed I more esteeme of,
I hould yow, cookes, before all mortall men
To be preffer’d. For from your art I gather
Manye and good demonstrable conclusions spacer1355
That better not soe much my understandinge red
As they doe gett mee a good appetite.
Naie, they doe seaze mee wholly and goe through mee,
And make mee bee most knoweinge in theire workings,
Even from my mouth unto my hinder-end. spacer1360
Whereas your art, thoughe’t recreate my mynde,
Doth passe but throughe the one eare to the other,
And yeelds a dyeing sound as doth a —
FID. But ours is one ’ th’ lib’rall sciences.
GRIN. Well, bee it soe, I grannt it. But with mee spacer1365
Theires is one surelie of the liberall’st.
But ha yow all things now provided?
COOK spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer All.
But tell us where these meates must bee made readie.
GRIN. Why, in the kitchin sure.
COOKspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer But where must that bee?
GRIN. At Chysocancrio’s howse.
COOKspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer But tell us whoe spacer1370
Must paye’s our wages?
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer That must Scombrio.
COOK But will hee paie us?
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerYes, yes, doe’t and sure.
Ile knock. Who’s in? Open ye dore here, hoe.
DE. Who’s that commands soe?
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerOpe the dore, I saie.
DE. What now, what wundst thou?
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerNoething I with thee. spacer1375
DE. Why dust thou beate ye dore soe?
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer’Cause it wrongs mee.
DE. It doth not.
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacer Yes, as I maie saie to thee nowe.
DE. There’s noe man here at home but I.
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerThou lyest,
For thou art not at home.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Where’s then my home?
GRIN. Amongst the wormes, I thincke. Come, sirrah.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Softe. spacer1380
Yow come not here. My maister is gone forth.
GRIN. Wud that were true thou sai’st!
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerI saie hee’s gone.
GRIN. I wud he were — out of the world in trothe.
DE. And it may welbee soe as thou wud ha’te.
GRIN. Come, ope the dore then, come.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer At whose command? spacer1385
GRIN. At Scombrio’s.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerCome then.
GRIN. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerThat’s kyndelye done.
DE. Soe. Now if phisick cnannot worke the feate
To gett our ould man deade before his time,
Yet thesese mens presence, with such preparacions
For feasts and revells, and then Scombrio spacer1390
His robbing him of all is goods and moneys,
And’s ryotous consumeinge of the same
Will strike the stroke (I hope) and quench his flame.
But here comes Scombrio, and some guest with him.



The roaring boy is terrified with the sight of Death. Death tells Scombrio that hia father is departed, whom Scombrio deludes and mockes (he assaieing to kill him according to covenant) by makeing often shewe that hee would praie. At length, leaving Death without doors, <Scombrio> enters thedhowse with his champion. Deathe, being angrie, resolves to bringe back the ould man suddeinly and at unawares upon them.

SCOM. Lett’s goe on chearefullie, my noble captaine. spacer1395
For if the devills industrie, your valour,
Or Deathes presage doe any thing prevaile,
I shall this daie come to bee verie riche,
And yow shall have a dowrie with the witche.
FRANG. Ile intertaine the dowrie willinglie. spacer1400
But for the witch, Ile leave her for the devill.
SCOM. Will you not wedd her then?
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWedd her that will.
Shall I wedd her, that instantly (I feare)
Will turne mee to an oxe.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerNay yow saie true,
There’s noething worse than a cornuted [horned] creature. spacer1405
But soe. Death stands att’ dore. D’ee know the man?
Staie, sir. Why doe yow flye?
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer I flye not, fellowe,
But shift my ground.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhy staie, I bidd yow, sir.
Hee will not hurt yow.
FRANG.spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Puh, I feare him not.
But I eschewe him least that I shud hurt him. spacer1410
SCOM. Yow cannot, sir. For looke yow, hee’s all bones.
FRANG. And Ime all iron. But, saie, dust thou knowe him?
SCOM. Yes, sir. This daie I have him to my father
To be his servaunt.
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerBut beware that shortlie
Hee bee not maister and destroye yow both. spacer1415
SCOM. It is my mynde indeed hee kill my father.
But mee, I’me sure, hee cannot hurt as yett.
But tell mee praye, what doe yow thincke of him?
FRANG. I thinck by his face hee’s much what lyke to Lent,
Or else the Ember Daies, or the eves of seints. spacer1420
For all these same I am as sore affraid of
As of the sight of him, to tell thee truelie.
SCOM. Lett’s heare what newes he brings us. Save thee, Death.
DE. And thee also, if thou bee to bee saved.
SCOM. Ha’sat thou dispatchte the matter?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Yes, thy father. spacer1425
And thou’lt despatche the matter too thou wotts on.
SCOM. My fathers wealth, thou meanes.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerAnd soe thou meanes.
But I indeed meane for a common-wealth,
That thou shalt shortlie dye, for dye thou must.
SCOM. I, I knowe that . But is my father gone? spacer1430
DE. Believe it sure, hee’s not in all the howse.
SCOM. What, is hee buried then?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerTush, buried, man?
Thou shalt not fynde him here, I warrant thee.
SCOM. ’Tis well done on thee.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerDoe thou alsoe well.
SCOM. What means thou, prethee?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerTo prepare thy selfe. spacer1435
SCOM. Why, I am now prepar’de.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerCome on then.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerSofte.
’Tis but to dinner.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerBut Ile kill th’ afore.
SCOM. Thou cann’st not.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhoe will then defend thee from mee?
SCOM. What saie yow, captaine, will not yow defend mee?
FRANG. Wud I were nowe amongst the Antipodes! spacer1440
Yes, but defend thy selfe first manfullie.
SCOM. Are yow affraide, sir, then?
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerIme not affraide,
But — Goe to, man.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Then helpe, sir, to defend mee.
FRANG. I saie, goe to. Thou wilt not need my helpe.
SCOM. Hee’l kill m’ indeed.
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhy lett him kill thee hardlie? spacer1445
Goe to.
SCOM. spacerAnd what wud yow I shud goe to,
When hee has kill’d me?
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerTo the dev’ll, an’t will.
So that I goe not with thee, what care I?
SCOM. And will yow leave your freind soe, sir?
FRANG. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerO sir,
I love my freind well, but my self muche better. spacer1450
SCOM. And wilt thou kill mee then?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerDoubt not of that.
SCOM. What have I done?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerA mischief.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerBut to whom?
DE. Unto thyself.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerAnd when was that, I prethee?
DE. When thou made o’re thy selfe unto mee.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerSoe.
But saie, on what condicion?
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerMarie this, spacer1455
That I shud kill thy father/
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerAnd what then?
DE. Then afterwards that I shud kill thee too.
SCOM. Well, but goe on.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer After one litle praier.
SCOM. And hear’st thou, wilt thou stande unto thy promis?
DE. What mean’st thou, ha?
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerThat thou performe thy promis. spacer1460
DE. Praie quicklie then.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Wilt thou not interrupt mee?
DE. Come praie, I saie.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerNor doe mee any harme.
DE. Now, in the devills name, why dust not praie?
SCOM. Till I have finishte.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhat, not yett?
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerMy praier?
DE. I saie I will not. Hye thee how and praie. spacer1465
SCOM. Naie, thou had need to hye thee to be wyser.
For thou art surelie far behynde thy purpose.
DE. Why soe?
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerBecause th’ has noething to doe with mee
Unlesse I praie.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerThat’s true.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerAnd this is true,
That ’tis not good for mee to praie at all. spacer1470
DE. Wilt thou not therefore praie?
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerO by all meanes.
DE. Beginne then.
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhen Ime weare of my lief.
DE. What dust thou meane by this?
SCOM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerI meane by this
That Ile not praie.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer And dust thou mocke mee then?
SCOM. And wudst thou kill mee then? Awaie, awaie. spacer1475
Goe in, good captaine. Watch thou here without.
DE. Goe, gett thee in too, and all Ile goe with three.
SCOM. And tarrie thou, all ill here till I praie.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, farewell. Exierunt.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer What? Shall I bee
Deluded by a foole? Soe shamefullie? spacer1480
And flouted too, in myne owne termes as’t were?
Assure himselfe hee shall not ha’t for well-done.
For Ile goe call the ould man back againe
Whose coming in, when hee dus least thinck on it,
As hee were newly rysen from is grave spacer1485
To live againe and check his wastfull follies,
Will well revenge mee on him for this geare [insult].
’Fath, hee shall soone have store of weeping cheare.
Here’s yet more guests, I see.



The witche, affraied at the sight of Death, intreates the devill to keepe Death from her, of whom hee obtaines that he will leave her to the hangman

GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerO lord Granbufo!
DEV. What is the matter, trowe?
GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerspacerWhy, seest thou noething? spacer1490
DEV. What shud I see?
GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerDeath.
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Why, I see him daylie.
Why flyes thou, woman?
GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerShall I not flye death.
DEV. Tarrie, I saie, hee is my friend.
GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerspacerspacerMaie bee,
But hee’s not myne.
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Why soe?
GRAM. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacer For thou art mine.
DEV. How canst thou love me, and not love Death too? spacer1495
GRAM. For liefs sake.
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer Well, have a good hart, Grampogna.
GRAM. l wud I had a good soule, then ’twere well.
DEV. ’Save thee, Death, hartelie.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerO brother devill!
Damnacion ot thee verie hartelie.
DEV. I here commend this witch unto thee, freind. spacer1500
DE. And I will recommend her unto thee.
GRAM. Now whyle I live, my freind, saie not.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerWhy not?
GRAM. For I commend my self sufficientlie.
DEV. ’Tis true. Thou therefore shalt forbeare this tyme.
DE. Lett it be soe. Ile leave her to the hangman. spacer1505
But whither goes thou now.
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer spacerspacerTo Scombrio.
DE. Wherefore?
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerTo give him his fathers goods up to him,
And then to take him.
DE. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer What, to marriage sure?
DEV. I, but to celebrate the same in Hell.
DE. Th’ had best take heede that hee beguile thee not. red spacer1510
As hee did mee to daie.
DEV. spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerAs if he could
Beguile the devill! Come, let us goe in.
DE. And Ile goe fetch ye ould man back againe.

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