The Mad Lover, a Tragi-Comedy. Beaumont Francis

Ye may consider,

      You know we have serv'd you long enough.

      Mem. No Souldier

      That ever landed on the blest Elyzium

      Did or shall march, as I will.

      Chi. Would ye would march, Sir,

      Up to the King and get us —

      Mem. King nor Keiser

      Shall 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 Graces

      Drawn with the Western winds kindling desires,

      And then our Poets —

      Chi. Then our pay.

      Mem. For Chilax when the triumph comes; the Princess

      Then, 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 well

      And 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 think

      Of 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 never

      By 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 Lady

      Wrapt round about ye like a Snake: is that it?

      Or if that strange Elyzium that you talk of

      Be 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,