A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 8 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 460 pages of information about A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 8.

A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 8 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 460 pages of information about A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 8.
And (will I, nill I) would forsooth be lodg’d. 
I brought them in, and made them all good cheer
(Such as I had in store), and lodg’d them soft. 
Amongst them one, ycleped[429] Paridell
(The falsest thief that ever trod on ground),
Robb’d me, and with him stole away my wife. 
I (for I lov’d her dear) pursu’d the thief,
And after many days in travel spent,
Found her amongst a crew of satyrs wild,
Kissing and colling[430] all the livelong night. 
I spake her fair, and pray’d her to return;
But she in scorn commands me to be gone,
And glad I was to fly, to save my life. 
But when I backward came unto my house,
I find it spoil’d, and all my treasure gone. 
Desp’rate and mad, I ran I knew not whither,
Calling and crying out on heaven and fate,
Till, seeing none to pity my distress,
I threw myself down headlong on a rock,
And so concluded all my ills at once. 
Now, judge you, justice benchers, if my wife
Were not the instrument to end my life.

PLU.  Can it be possible (you lords of hell)
Malbecco’s tale of women should be true? 
Is marriage now become so great a curse,
That whilom was the comfort of the world?

MIN.  Women, it seems, have lost their native shame,
As no man better may complain than I;
Though not of any whom I made my wife,
But of my daughter, who procured my fall.

AEAC.  ’Tis strange what plaints are brought us every day
Of men made miserable by marriage;
So that, amongst a thousand, scarcely ten
Have not some grievous actions ’gainst their wives.

RHA.  My lord, if Rhadamanth might counsel you,
Your grace should send some one into the world,
That might make proof if it be true or no.

PLU.  And wisely hast thou counseled, Rhadamanth,
Call in Belphegor to me presently;
        [One of the furies goes for BELPHEGOR. 
He is the fittest that I know in hell
To undertake a task of such import;
For he is patient, mild, and pitiful—­
Humours but ill agreeing with our kingdom.

    Enter BELPHEGOR.

And here he comes.  Belphegor, so it is,
We in our awful synod have decreed
(Upon occasion to ourselves best known)
That thou from hence shall go into the world,
And take upon thee the shape of a man,
In which estate thou shalt be married. 
Choose thee a wife that best may please thyself,
And live with her a twelvemonth and a day. 
Thou shalt be subject unto human chance,
So far as common wit cannot relieve thee;
Thou shalt of us receive ten thousand pounds,
Sufficient stock to use for thy increase: 
But whatsoever happens in that time,
Look not from us for succour or relief. 
This shalt thou do, and when the time’s expired,
Bring word to us what thou hast seen and done.

BEL.  With all my heart, my lord, I am content,
So I may have my servant Akercock
To wait on[431] me, as if he were my man,
That he may witness likewise what is done.

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