The Mad Lover, a Tragi-Comedy

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima

Enter Memnon aloneMem. 'Tis but to dye, Dogs do it, Ducks with dabling,Birds sing away their Souls, & Babies sleep 'em,Why do I talk of that is treble vantage?For in the other World she is bound to have me;Her Princely word is past: my great desert tooWill draw her to come after presently,'Tis justice, and the gods must see it done too.Besides, no Brother, Father, Kindred thereCan hinder us, all languages are alike too.There love is everlasting, ever young,Free from Diseases, ages, jealousies,Bawds, Beldames, Painters, Purgers: dye? 'tis nothing,Men drown themselves for joy to draw in JulepsWhen they are hot with Wine: In dreams we do it.And many a handsom Wench that loves the sport well,Gives up her Soul so in her Lovers bosome;But I must be incis'd first, cut and open'd,My heart, and handsomely, ta'n from me; stay there,Dead once, stay, let me think again, who do I know there?For else to wander up and down unwaited onAnd unregarded in my place and project,Is for a Sowters Soul, not an old Souldiers.My brave old Regiments – I there it goes,That have been kill'd before me, right. — Enter ChilaxChil. He's here, and I must trouble him.Mem. Then those I have conquer'dTo make my train full.Chi. Sir.Mem. My Captains then —Chi. Sir, I beseech ye.Mem. For to meet her thereBeing a Princess and a Kings sole SisterWith great accommodation must be cared for.Chi. Weigh but the Souldiers poverty.Mem. Mine own Troop firstFor they shall die.Chi. How, what's this?Mem. Next —Chi. Shall I speak louder, Sir?Mem. A square Battalia —Chi. You do not think of us.Mem. Their Armours gilded —Chi. Good noble Sir.Mem. And round about such EnginesShall make Hell shake.Chi. Ye do not mock me.Mem. For, Sir,I will be strong, as brave —Chi. Ye may consider,You know we have serv'd you long enough.Mem. No SouldierThat ever landed on the blest ElyziumDid or shall march, as I will.Chi. Would ye would march, Sir,Up to the King and get us —Mem. King nor KeiserShall equal me in that world.Chi. What a Devil ails he?Mem. Next, the rare beauties of those Towns I fir'd.Chi. I speak of money, Sir.Mem. Ten thousand Coaches —Chi. O pounds, Sir, pounds I beseech your Lordship,Let Coaches run out of your remembrance.Mem. In which the wanton Cupids, and the GracesDrawn with the Western winds kindling desires,And then our Poets —Chi. Then our pay.Mem. For Chilax when the triumph comes; the PrincessThen, for I will have a Heaven made —Chi. Bless your Lordship!Stand still, Sir.Mem. So I do, and in it —Chi. Death Sir,You talk you know not what.Mem. Such rare devices:Make me I say a Heaven.Chi. I say so too, Sir.Mem. For here shall run a Constellation.Chi. And there a pissing Conduit.Mem. Ha!Chi. With wine, Sir.Mem. A Sun there in his height, there such a Planet.Chi. But where's our money, where runs that?Mem. Ha?Chi. Money,Money an't like your Lordship.Mem. Why all the carriage shall come behind, the stuff,Rich hangings, treasure;Or say we have none.Chi. I may say so truly,For hang me if I have a Groat: I have serv'd wellAnd like an honest man: I see no reason —Mem. Thou must needs die good Chilax.Chi. Very well, Sir.Mem. I will have honest, valiant souls about me,I cannot miss thee.Chi. Dye?Mem. Yes die, and Pelius,Eumenes and Polybius: I shall thinkOf more within these two hours.Chi. Dye Sir?Mem. I, Sir,And ye shall dye.Chi. When, I beseech your Lordship?Mem. To morrow see ye do dye.C[h]i. A short warning,Troth, Sir, I am ill prepar'd.Mem. I dye my self then,Beside there's reason —Chi. Oh!Mem. I pray thee tell me,For thou art a great Dreamer.Chi. I can dream, Sir,If I eat well and sleep well.Mem. Was it neverBy Dream or Apparition open'd to thee —Chi. He's mad.Mem. What the other world was, or Elyzium?Didst never travel in thy sleep?Chi. To Taverns,When I was drunk o're night; or to a Wench,There's an Elyzium for ye, a young LadyWrapt round about ye like a Snake: is that it?Or if that strange Elyzium that you talk ofBe where the Devil is, I have dream't of him,And that I have had him by the horns, and rid him,He trots the Dagger out o'th' sheath.Mem. Elyzium,The blessed fields man.Chi. I know no fields blessed, but those I have gain'd by.I have dream't I have been in Heaven too.Mem. There, handle that place; that's Elyzium.Chi. Brave singing, and brave dancing,And rare things.Mem. All full of flowers.Chi. And Pot-herbs.Mem. Bowers for lovers,

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