BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
A WIFE FOR A MONTH
THE LOVERS PROGRESS
THE TEXT EDITED BY
A. R. WALLER, M.A.
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|A Wife for a Month
|The Lovers Progress
WIFE FOR A MONTH;
Persons Represented in the Play.
- Alphonso, King of Naples, elder Brother to Frederick.
- Frederick, unnatural and libidinous Brother to Alphonso, and usurper of his Kingdom.
- Sorano, a Lord, Brother to Evanthe, Frederick's wicked instrument.
- Valerio, a noble young Lord, servant to Evanthe.
- Camillo, }
- Cleanthes, }three honest Court Lords.
- Menallo, }
- Rugio, an honest Lord, friend to Alphonso.
- Marco, a Frier, Alphonso's friend.
- Podramo, a necessary creature to Sorano.
- Cupid, } with other Masquers.
- Graces, }
- Tonie, King Frederick's Knavish fool.
- Castruccio, Captain of the Cittadel, an honest man.
- Queen, Wife to Frederick, a vertuous Lady.
- Evanthe, Sister to Sorano, the chaste Wife of Valerio, or a Wife for a Month.
- Cassandra, an old Bawd, Waiting-woman to Evanthe.
The Scene Naples.
The principal Actors were,
- Joseph Taylor.
- Richard Robinson.
- Nicholas Toolie.
- Robert Benfield.
- John Underwood.
- George Birch.
Enter King Frederick, Sorano, Valerio, Camillo, Cleanthes, Menallo, and Attendants.
Sor. Will your Grace speak?
Fre. Let me alone, Sorano,
Although my thoughts seem sad, they are welcome to me.
Sor. You know I am private as your secret wishes,
Ready to fling my soul upon your service,
E're your command be on't.
Fre. Bid those depart.
Sor. You must retire my Lords.
Cam. What new design is hammering in his head now?
Cle. Let's pray heartily
None of our heads meet with it, my Wife's old,
That's all my comfort.
Men. Mine's ugly, that I am sure on,
And I think honest too, 'twould make me start else.
Cam. Mine's troubled in the Country with a Feaver,
And some few infirmities else; he looks again,
Come let's retire, certain 'tis some she-business,
This new Lord is imployed.
Val. I'le not be far off, because I doubt the cause. [Ex.
Fre. Are they all gone?
Sor. All but your faithful Servant.
Fre. I would tell thee,
But 'tis a thing thou canst not like.
Sor. Pray ye speak it, is it my head? I have it ready for ye, Sir:
Is't any action in my power? my wit?
I care not of what nature, nor what follows.
Fre. I am in love.
Sor. That's the least thing of a thousand,
The easiest to atchieve.
Fre. But with whom, Sorano?
Sor. With whom you please, you must not be deny'd, Sir.
Fred. Say it be with one of thy Kinswomen.
Sor. Say withal,
I shall more love your Grace, I shall more honour ye,
And would I had enough to