Played before the Queenes
Maiestieat Greenwich, on New-yeeres Day
at Night.
By the Children of PAVLS
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LONDON, Printed by William Stansby,
for Edward
Blount.
1632.
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THE PROLOGVE.
IOS and Smyrna were two
sweet Cities, the firstst na-
med of the Violet, the lat-
ter of the Myrrhe: Homer was borne in the one, and
buried in the other; Your
Maiesties iudgement and fauour, are
our Sunne and shadow, the one comming
of you deepe wisdome, the other of your
wonted grace. Wee in all humilitie desire,
that by the former, r ceiuing ou first
breath, we may in the latter, take our last
rest.
Augusstus Cæsar had such piercing
eyes, that who so looked on him, was con-
strained to winke. Your Hignesse hath so
perfit a iudgement, that whatsoeuer wee
offer, wee are enforced to blush; yet as the
Athenians were most curious, that the
Lawne where with Minerua was couered,
should be without spot or wrinkle, so have
P2we
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we endeuoured with all care, that what we
present your Highnesse, should neither of-
fend in Scene nor syllable, knowing that as
in the ground where gold groweth, nothing
will prosper but Gold, so in you Ma-
iesties mind, where nothing doth
harbour but vertue, nothing
can enter but ver-
tue.
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GALLATHEA.
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Actus primus. Scæna prima.
Tyterus, Gallathea.
Tyterus.
THe Sunne doth beate
vpon the plainfields,
wherefore let vs sit
down Gallathea, vn-
der this faire Oake, by whose broad
leaues, being defended from the warme
beames, wee may enjoy the fresh aire,
which softly breathes from Humber flouds
Galla.
Father, you haue deuised wel,
and whilst our flocke doth roame vp and
downe this plaesant greene, you shall re-
count to mee, if it please you, for what
P 3cause
Gallathea.
cause this Tree was dedicated vnto Nep-
tune, & why you haue thus disguised me.
Tyterus.
I doe agree thereto, and when
thy state and my care be considered, thou
shalt know this question was not asked in
vaine.
Gallathea.
I willingly attend.
Tyterus.
In times past, where thou
seest a heape of small pybble, stood a state-
ly Temple of white Marble, which was
dedicated to the God of the Sea, (and in
right being so neere the Sea) hither came
all such as either ventured by long trauell
so see Countries or by great traffique to
vse merchandise, offering Sacrifice by fire,
to get safetie by water; yeelding thankes
for perils past, and making prayers for
good successe to come; but fortune, con-
stant in nothing but inconstancie, did
change her copie, as the people their cu-
stome, for the Land being oppressed by
Danes, who in stead of Sacrifice, commit-
ted sacrilege, in stead of Religion, rebel-
lion, and made a prey of that in which
they should haue made their prayers, tea-
ring downe the Temple euen with the
earth, being almost equall with the skies,
en-
Gallathea.
enraged so the God, who binds the winds
in the hollowes of the earth, that he cau-
sed the Seas to breake their bounds, sith
men had broke their vowed, and to swell
as farre aboue their reach, as the men had
swerued beyond their reason: then might
you see ships sayle where sheepe fed, an-
chors cast where ploguhes goe, fishermen
throw their nets, where husbandmen sow
their Corne, and fishes throw their scales
where fowles doe breed their quils: then
might you gather froth where now is
dew, rotten weeds for sweete Roses, and
take view of monstrous Maremaides, in
stead of passing faire Maides.
Galla.
To hear these sweet maruailes,
I would mine eyes were turned also into
eares.
Tyte.
But at the last, our Country-men
repenting, and not too late, because at last,
Neptune either weary of his wroth, or
wary to doe them wrong, vpon condi-
tion consented to ease their miseries.
Galla.
What condition will not mise-
rable men accept?
Tyte.
The condition was this, that at
euery fiue yeers day, the fairest and
P 4cha-
Gallathea.
chastest Virgin in all the Countrey,
should be brough vnto this Tree, and
heere being bound, (whom neither
parentage shall excuse for honour, nor
vertue for integrity) is left for a peace
offering vnto Neptune.
Galla.
Deere is the peace that is bought
with guiltlesse bloud.
Tyte.
I am not able to say that, but hee
sendeth a Monster called the Agar against whose comming the waters
roare and the fowles flie away, and the
Cattell in the field for terrour, shunne
the bankes.
Galla.
And shee bound to endure that
horrour?
Tyte.
And shee bound to enure that
horror.
Galla.
Doth this Monster deuoure
her?
Tyte.
Whether shee bee deuoured
of him, or coneyed to Neptune, or
drowned betweene both, it is not per-
mmited to know, and incurreth danger to
conjecture: Now Gallathea heere endeth
my tale and beginneth they tragedie.
Galla.
Alas father, and why so
Tyte.
Gallathea.
Tyte.
I would thou hadst been lesse
faire, or more fortunate, the shouldest
thou not tepine that I haue disguise thee
in this attire, for they beautie will make
thee to be thought worthy of this God;
to auoide therefore destinie (for wisedome
ruleth the starres) I thinke it better to vse
an vnlawfull meanes (your Honour pre-
serued) then intolerable griefe, both life
and honour hazarded, and to preuent (if
it be possible) the Constellation by me
craft. Now hast thou heard the custome
of this Countrey, the cause why this
Tree was dedicated vnto Neptune,
and the vexing care of thy fearfull Fa-
ther.
Galla.
Father, I haue been attentiue
to hear, and by your patience am readie
to answere. Destinie may bee deferred,
not preuented: and therefore it were bet-
ter to offer my selfe in rriumph, then to be
drawne to it with dishonour. Hath nature
(as you say) made mee so faire aboue all,
and shall not vertue make mee as famous
as others? Doe you not know (or doth
ouercarefulnesse make you forget) that
an honorable death is to bee prefer-
P 5red.
Gallathea.
red before an infamous life. I and but a
childe, and haue not liued long, and yet
not so childish as I desire to liue euer:
vertues I meane to carry to my graue, not
gray haires. I would I were as sure that
destiny would light on mee as I am re-
solued if could not feare me. Nature hath
giuen me beautie, Vertue courage, Nature
must yeeld me death, Vertue honour. Suf-
fer me therefore to die, for which I was
borne, or let me curse that I was borne,
sith I may not die for it.
Tyte.
Alasse Gallathea, to consider
the causes of change thou art too youn,
and that I should find them out for thee,
too too fortunate.
Galla.
The destinie to mee cannot be
so hard as the disguising hatefull.
Tyte.
To gaine loue, the Gods haue
taken shapes of beasts, and to saue life art
thou coy to take the attire of men?
Galla.
They were beastly Gods, that
lust could make them seeme as beasts.
Tyte.
In health it is easie to counsell
the sicke, but it’s hard for the sicke
to follow wholesome counsaile. Well
let vs depart, the day is far spent.
Exeunt. Actus
Gallathea.
Actus primus, Scæna secunda.
Cupid, Nymph of Diana.
Cupid.
Faire Nymph are you strayed
from your company by chance, or loue
you to wander solitarily on purpose?
Nymph.
Faire boy, or God, or what
euer you bee, I would you knew these
woods are to me so well knowne, that I cannot stray though I would, and my
minde so free, that to bee melancholy I haue no cause, There is none of Dianaes traine that any can traine, either out of
their way, or out of their wits.
Cupid.
What is that Diana? a God-
desse? What, her Nymphs Virgines? What,
her pastimes hunting?
Nymph.
A Goddesse? who knows it
not? Virgins? Who thinkes it not? Hun-
ting? Who loues it not?
Cupid.
I pray thee sweete Wench, a-
mongst all your sweet troupe, is there not
that followeth the sweetest thing.
Sweet loue?
Nymph.
Loue good sir what meane
you by it? or what doe you call it?
Cu-
Gallathea.
Cupid.
A heate full of coldnesss, a
sweet full of bitternesse, a paine full of
pleasantnesse, which maketh thoughts
haue eyes, and hearts eares, bred by de-
sire, nursed by delight, weaned by ielou-
sie, kilde by dissembling, buried by in-
gratitude, and this is loue, faire Lady will
you any?
Nymph.
If it be nothing else, it is but a
foolish thing.
Cupid.
Try, and you shall find it a
pretie thing.
Nymph.
I haue neither will nor ley-
sure, but I will follow Diana in this
Chace, whose Virgins are all chaste, de-
lighting in the bow that wounds the swift
Hart in the Forrest, not fearing the bowe
that strikes the soft heart in the chamber.
This difference is betweene my Mistris
Diana, and you Mother (as I ghesse Ve-
nus, that all her Nymphes are amiable
and wise in their kind, the other amoroues
and too kind for their sexe; and so fare-
well little God.
Exit.
Cupid.
Diana, and thou, and all thine,
shall know that Cupid is a great God, I
will
Gallathea.
will practise a while in these woodes, and
playe such pranckes with these Nymphes,
that while they ayme to hit other with
their Arrowes, they shall bee wounded
themselues with their owne eyes.
Exit.
Actus primus. Scæna tertia.
Melebeus. Phillida.
Meleb.
Come Phillida, faire Phillida,
and I feare me too faire being my Philli-
da, thou knowest the custome of this
Countrey, and I the greatnes of they beau-
tie, we both the fiercenes of the monster
Agar. Euery one thinketh his owne
child faire, but I know that which I
most desire, and would least haue, that
thou are fairest. Thou shalt therefore
disguise thy selfe in attire, least I should
disguise my selfe in affection, in suffering
thee to perish by a fond desire, whom I
may preserue by a sure deceipt.
Phil.
Deare father, Nature could not
make me so faire as she hath made you
kinde, nor you more kinde then me du-
tifull. Whatsoeuer you command I
will not refuse, because you command
no-
Gallathea.
nothing but my safetie, and your happi-
nesse. But how shall I be disguised?
Mele.
In mans apparell.
Phil.
It will neither become my bo-
due, not my mind.
Mele.
Why Phillida?
Phil.
For then I must keepe company
with boyes, and commit follies vnseeme-
lie for my sexe, or keepe company with
girles, and then bee though more wanton
then becommeth. Besides I shall be a-
shamed of my long hose and short
coate, and so vnqarilie blabbe out
something by blushing at euery
thing.
Mele.
Feare not Phillida, vse will
make it easie, feare must make it neces-
sarie.
Phil.
I agree, since my father wil haue
it so and fortune must.
Mele.
Come let vs in, and when
thou art disguised, roame about these
woods till the time be past. and Neptune
pleased.
Exeunt.Actus
Gallathea.
Actus primus, Scæna quarta.
Mariner, Raffe, Robin, and Dicke.
Rob.
Now Mariner, what callest thou
this sport on the Sea?
Mar.
It is called a wracke.
Raf.
I take no pleasure in it. Of all
deaths I would not bee drowned, ones
clothes will be so wet when he is taken
vp.
Dicke
What calst thou the thing wee
were bound to?
Mar.
A raughter.
Raff.
I will rather hang my selfe on a
raughter in the house, then be so haled in
in the Sea, there one may haue a leape
for his life; but I maruaile how our Ma-
ster speedes.
Dicke.
Ile warrant by this time he is
wetshod. Did you euer see water bubble
as the Sea did? But what shall we doe?
Mar.
You are now in Lynolnshire,
where you can want no foule, if you can
deuise meanes to catch them, there bee
woods hard by, & at euery miles end hou-
ses: so that if you seeke on the Land, you
shall speed better than on the Sea.
Rob.
Gallathea.
Rob.
Sea, nay I will neuer saile more,
I brooke not their diet: their bread is so
hard, that one must carie a whetstone in
in his mouth to grinde his teeth: the
meate so salt, that one would think after
dinner his tongue had beene powdred
ten daies.
Rafe.
O thou hast a sweet life Mariner
to be pind in a few boords, and to be
within an inch of a thing bottomlesse. I
pray thee how often hast thou beene
drowned?
Mar.
Foole thou seest I am yet aliue.
Rob.
Why bee they dead that bee
drownd, I had though they had bin with
the fish, and so by chance bin caught vp
with them in a Net againe. It were a
shame a little cold water should kill a
man of reason, when you shall see a poore
Mynow lie in it, that hat no vnderstan-
ding.
Mar.
Thou art wise from the crowne
of thy heade vpwards; seeke you new for-
tunes now, I will follow mine olde. I can
shift the Moone and the Sun, and know
by one Carde, what all you cannot do by
a whole paire. The Load-stone that al-
waies
Gallathea.
waies holdeth his nose to the North, the
two and thirty points for the winde, the
wonders I see would make all you
blind: you be but boyes, I feare the Sea
no more then a dish of water. Why fooles,
it is but a liquid element, farewell.
Rob.
It were good we learned his cun-
ning at the Cardes, for we must liue by
cosenage, wee haue neither Lands nor
wit, nor Masters, nor honestie.
Ra.
Nay I would faine haue his thirty
two, that is, his three dozen lacking
four points, for you see betwixt vs three
there is not two good points.
Mar.
Will you learne?
Dick.
I.
Mar.
Then as you like this I will
instruct you in all our secrets: for there is
not a clowte nor card, nor boord, nor
post, that hath not a speciallname, or sin-
gular nature.
Dic.
Well begin with you points, for
I lacke only points in this world.
Mar.
North. North and by East.
North
Gallathea.
North North East. North-east and by
North, North-east. North-east and by
East, East North-east, East & by North-
East,
Dicke
Ile say it. North, north-east,
North-east, Nore nore and by Nore-east.
I shall neuer doe it.
Mar.
This is but one quarter.
Rob.
I shall neuer learne a quarter of
it. I will try. North, North-east, is by the
West side. North and by North.
Dicke
Passing ill.
Mar.
Hast thou no memorie. Try
thou.
Raf.
North North and by North. I can
goe no further.
Mar.
O dullard, is thy head lighter
then the wind, and thy tongue so heauie
it will not wagge? I will once againe
say it.
Raf.
I will neuer learne this language,
it will get but small liuing, when it will
scarce be learned will one be olde.
Mar.
Nay then farewell. and if your
fortunes exceed not your wits, you
shall starue before ye sleepe.
Exit.
Raf.
Was there euer such a cosening?
Come
Gallathea.
Come let vs to the woods, and see what
fortune wee may haue before they bee
made shippes: as for our Master hee is
drownd.
Dicke
I will this way.
Robin
I this
Rafe
I thism and this day twelve-
mounth let vs all meete heere againe: it
may bee we shall either beg together, or
hang together.
Dicke
It skils not so we be together.
But let vs sing now, though wee cry
hereafter.
Exeunt.
Song:
Om.
ROckes, shelues, and sands and
Seas, farewell.
Fie! who would dwell
In such a hell
As is a ship, which (Drunke) does reele,
Taking salt healths from deck to keele.
Ro.
Up were we swallowed in wet graues,
Dick.
All sowc’t in waues,
Rafe.
By Neptunes slaues.
Omn.
What shall wee doe being toss’d to
shore?
Rob.
Gallathea.
Rob.
Milke some blinde Tauerne, and
(there) roare.
Rafe.
Tis braue (my boyes) to saile on
Land,
For being well Man’d,
We can cry stand,
Dic.
The trade of pursing neare shal faile,
Until the Hangman cryes strike saile.
Omn.
Roue them no matter whither,
In faire or stormy wether.
And as wee liue, lets dye together,
One Hempen Caper, Cuts a feather.
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Actus secundus, Scæna prima.
Gallathea alone.
Gal.
BLush Gallathea that must
frame thy affection fit for thy
habit, and therefore be thought immo-
dest, because thou art vnfortunate. Thy
tender yeares cannot dissenble this de-
ceipt, nor thy sexe beare it. O would the
gods had made mee as I seeme to bee,
or that I might safely bee what I seeme
not. Thy Father doteh Gallathea, whose
blinde loue corrupteth his fond iudge-
ment, and iealous of thy death, seemeth
to
Gallathea.
to dote on thy beauty, whose fond care
carrieth his partiall eye as farre from
truth, as his hart is frō falshood. But why
dost thou blame him, or blab what thou
art, when thou shouldest onely counter-
fet what thou art not. But whist heere
commeth a lad: I will learne of him how
to behaue my selfe
Enter Phillida in mans attire.
Phil.
I neither like my gate, nor my
garments the one vntoward, the other
vnfit, both vnseemly. O Phillida, but
yonder staieth one, and therefore say no-
thing. But O Phillida.
Galla.
I perceiue that boyes are in as
great disliking of themselues as maides,
therefore though I weare the apparell, I am glad I am not the person.
Phil.
It is a pretty boy and a faire, he
might well haue beene a woman, but
because he is not, I am glad I am, for
now vnder the colour of my coate, I
shall decipher the follies of their kind.
Galla.
I would salute him, but I feare I should make a curtesie in stead of
a legge.
Phil.
Gallathea.
Ph.
If I durst trust my face as well as I
doe my habite, I would spend some time
to make pastime, for say what they will
of a mans wit, it is no second thing to be
a woman.
Gal.
All the bloud in my body
would bee in my face if he should aske
me (as the question among men is com-
com) are you a maide?
Phil.
Why stand I still? boyes should
be bolde, but heere commeth a braue
traine that will spill all our talke.
Enter Diana, Telusa, and Eurota.
Diana
God speed faire boy.
Galla.
You are deceiued Lady.
Diana
Why, are you no boy?
Galla.
No faire boy.
Diana
But I see an vnhappy boy.
Telusa.
Saw you not the Deare come
this way, hee flew downe the wind, and
I beleeue you haue blancht him.
Galla.
Whose Deare was it Ladie?
Telusa.
Diana’s Deare.
Gal.
I saw none but mine owne Deare.
Telusa
This wagge is wanton or a
foole. aske the other: Diana.
Galla
Gallathea.
Galla.
I know no how it commeth
to passe, but yonder boy is in mine eye
too beautifull, I pray the gods the Ladies
thinke him not their Deare.
Diana
Prettie lad, doe your sheepe
feed in the Forrest, or are you straied
from your flocke, or on purpose come yee
to marre Diana’s pastime?
Phil.
I vnderstand not one word you
speake.
Diana
What art thou neither Lad nor
shepherd?
Ph.
My mother said I could be no lad
till I was twentie yeare old, nor keepe
sheepe till I could tell them; and there-
for Lady neither lad nor shephard is
heere.
Telusa
These boyes are both agreed,
either they are verie pleasant or too per-
verse: you were best Lady make them
tuske these Woodes, whilest we stand
with our bowes, and so vse them as Bea-
gles since they haue so good mouthes.
Diana
I wil. Follow me without de-
lay, or excuse, and if you can doe nothing,
yet shall you hallow the Deare.
Phil.
I am willing to goe, not for
these
Gallathea.
these Ladies companie, because my selfe
am a virgine, but for that fayre boyes
fauour, vvho I thinke be a God.
Diana
You sir boy shall also goe.
Galla.
I must if you command, and
would if you bad not.
Exeunt.
Actus secundus. Scæna secunda.
Cupid alone in Nymphes ap-
parell, and Neptune
lystning.
Cupid
Now Cupid, vnder the shape of
a silly girle shew the power of a mightie
God. Let Diana & all her coy Nymphes
know, that there is no heart so chaste
but thy bow can woun, nor eyes so mo-
dest, but thy brandes can kindle, nor
thoughts so staied, but thy shafts can
make wauering, weake and wanton: Cu-
pid though he bee a child, is no babie. I will make their paines my pastimes, and
so confound their loues in their desires,
delight in their affections, and practise
onely impossibilities. Whilest I trewant
from my mother, I will use some ty-
ranny
Gallathea.
ranny in these woodes, and so shall their
excercise in foolish loue, bee my excuse
for running away. I wil see whether faire
faces be alwaies chast, or Diana’s virgins
onely modest, elsewil I spende both my
shafts and shifts, and then Ladies if you
see these daintie Dames intrapt in loue,
say softly to your selues, we may all loue.
Exit.
Nept.
Doe silly Shepheards goe a-
bout to deceiue great Neptune, in put-
ting on mans attire vpon women: and
Cupid to mkae sport deceiue them all,
by vsing a womans apparell vpon a God?
then Neptune that hast taken sundry
shapes to obtaine loue sticke not to
practise some deceipt to shew thy deity
and hauing often thrust thy selfe into the
shape of beastes to deceiue men, be not
coy to vse the shape of a Shepheard, to
shew thy selfe a God. Neptune cannot
be ouer-reached by Swaines, himselfe is
subtile, and if Diana be ouer-taken by
craft, Cupid is wise. I will into these
woodes and marke all, and in the end wil
marre all.
Exit.QActus
Gallathea.
Actus secundus. Scæna tertia.
Enter Raffe alone.
Rafe.
Call you this seeking of fortunes
when one can find nothing but birds
nestes? would I were out of these
Woods, for I shall haue but woodden
lucke, her’s nothing but the skreeking of
Owles, croking of Frogs, hissing of Ad-
ders, barking of Foxes, walking of
Hagges. But what be these?
Enters Fairies dauncing and playing
and so, Exeunt.
I will follovv them, to hel I shall not
goe, for so faire faces neuer can haue such
hard fortunes. What black boy is this?
Enter the Alcumists boy Peter.
Peter
What a life doe I lead with my
Master, nothing but blowing of bel-
lowes, beating of spirits, and scraping
of Croslets? it is a very secret Science, for
non almost can vnderstand the language
of it. Sublimation, Almigation, Calcina-
tion, Rubification, Encorporation, Cir-
cination, Sementation, Albifiction, and
Frementation. With as many terms vn-
possible to be vttered, as the Arte to bee
compassed.
Rafe.
Gallathea.
Rafe
Let mee crosse my selfe, I neuer
heard so many great deuils in a little
Monkies mouth.
Pet.
Then out instruments, Croslets,
Subliuatories, Cucurbits, Limbecks,
Decensores, Violes, manuall and murall,
for enbibing and conbibing, Bellowes,
molificatue and enduratiue.
Rafe
What language is this? doe
they speak so?
Pet.
Then our Metals, Saltpeeter,
Vitrioll, Sal tartar, Sal perperat, Argoll,
Resagar, Sal Armonick, Egrimony, Lu-
many, Brimstone, Valeriah, Tartar A-
lam, Breeme-worte, Glasse, Vnfleked
lyme, Chalke, Ashes, hayre, & what not,
to make I know not what.
Rafe
My haire beginneth to stand vp-
right, would the boy would make an
end.
Pet.
And yet such a beggerly Science
it is, and so strong on multiplication, that
the end is to haue neither gold, wit, nor
honestie.
Ra.
Then am I iust of thy occupation.
What fellow, well met.
Pet.
Felow, vpon what acquaintance?
Q2Rafe
Gallathea.
Rafe
Why thou saist, the end of thy
occupation is to haue neither wit, mo-
ney not honestie & me thinks at a blush,
thou shouldest be one of my occupation.
Peter
Thou art deceiued, my Master
is an Alcumist.
Rafe.
Whats that, a man?
Peter
A little more than a man, and a
haires bredth lesse than a God. Hee can
make of thy cap gold, & by multiplicati-
on of one grote, three old Angels. I haue
knowne him of the tagge of a point, to
make a siluer boule of a pint.
Rafe
That makes thee haue neuer a
point, they be al turned to pots: but if he
can do this, he shall be a god altogether.
Peter
If thou haue any golde to worke
on, thou art then made for euer: for with
one pound of golde, hee will goe neere
to paue tenne Akres of ground.
Rafe
How might a man serue him
and learne his cunning?
Pet.
Easily. First seeme to vnderstand
the termes, and specially marke these
points. In our Art there are four Spirits.
Rafe
Nay I haue done if you worke
with deuils.
Peter
Gallathea.
Peter
Thou art grosse; we call those
Spirits that are the grounds of our Arte,
and as it were the metals more incor-
poratiue for domination. The first Spirit
is Quick-siluer.
Ra.
That is my Spirit, for my siluer
is so quicke, that I haue much adoe to
catch it; & when I haue it, it is so nimble
that I cannot hold it; I thought there
was deuill in it.
Pet.
The second, Orpyment.
Raf.
That’s no Spirit, but a word to
coniure a Spirit.
Pet.
The third, Sal Armoniack.
Raf.
A proper word.
Pet.
The fourth, Brimstone.
Ra.
Thats a stinking Spirit, I thought
there was some spirit in it because it
burnt so blew. For my Mother would
often tell me that when the candle burnt
blew, there was some ill Spirit in the
house, and now I perceiue it was the
spirit Brimstone.
Pet.
Thou canst remember these foure
spirits.
Raf.
Let me alone to coniure them.
Pe.
Now are there also seauen bodies,
but
Gallathea.
but heere commeth my Master.
Enter Alcumist.
Rafe
This is a begger.
Peter
No, such cunning men must dis-
guise themselues, as though there were
nothing in them, for otherwise they shal
be copelled to worke for Princes, and
so bee constrained to bewray their se-
crets.
Ra.
I like not his attire, but am enamo-
red of his Arte.
Alcumist.
An ounce of Siluer limde,
as much crude Mercury, of Spirits
foure, being tempered with the bodies
seauen, by multiplying of it ten times,
comes for one pound, eight thousand
pounds, so that I may haue onely Bee-
chen coales.
Rafe
Is it possible?
Peter
It is more certaine then cer-
tainty.
Rafe
Ile tell thee one secret, I stole a
siluer thimble, dost thou thinke that hee
will make it a pttle pot?
peter
A pottle pot, nay I dare warrant
it a whole Cupboard of plate: why of the
quintessence of a leadon plummet, hee
hath
Gallathea.
hathe framed xx dozen of siluer Spoones.
Looke how hee studies, I durst venture
my life hee is now casting about, how
of his breath he may make golden brac-
lets, for often-times of smoke hee hath
made siluer drops.
Rafe
What doe I heare?
Peter
Didst thou neuer heare how
Iupiter came in a golden shower to
Danae?
Rafe
I rememeber that tale.
Pet.
That shower did my Master
make of a spoonefull of Tartar-alom.
but with the fire of bloud, and the
corasiue of the ayre, he is able to
make nothing infinite, but whilest ho
espieth vs.
Alcum.
What Peter doe you loyter,
knowing that euery minute increaseth
our Mine?
Peter
I was glad to take ayre, for
the metall came so fast, that I feared
my face would haue beene turned to
siluer.
Alcum.
But what stripling is this?
Peter
One that is desirous to learne
your craft.
Q4Alcum.
Gallathea.
Alcum.
Craft sir boy, you must call
it mystery.
Raf.
All is one, a craftie mystery, and
a mysticall craft.
Alcum.
Canst thou take paines?
Raf.
Infinite.
Alcum.
But thou must be sworne to
bee secret, and then I will entertaine
thee.
Raf.
I can sweare though I be a poore
fellow as well as the best man in the
Shyre. But Sir I much maruaile that you
being so cunning, should be so ragged.
Alcu.
O my childe, Grypes make their
nests of gold though their coates are
feathers, and wee feathers out nests with
Diamonds, though our garments be but
frize. If thou knewest the secret, of this
Science the cunning would make thee so
proud that thou wouldest disdaine the
outward pompe.
Pet.
My Master is so rauisht with his
Arte, that wee many times goe supper-
lesse to bed, for he will make gold of his
bread, and such is the drought of his de-
sire, that we all wish our very guts were
gold.
Rafe
Gallathea.
rafe
I haue good fortune to light
vpon such a Master.
Alcum.
When in the depther of my
skill I determine to try the vttermost of
mine Arte, I am disswaded by the gods,
otherwise, I durst vndertake to make the
fire as it flames, gold, the winde as it
blowes, siluer, the water as it runnes,
lead, the earth as it stands, yron, the
skie, brasse, and mens thoughts, firme
mettles.
Raf.
I must blesse my selfe, and mar-
uell at you.
Alcum.
Come in, and thou shalt see all.
Exit.
Rafe.
I follow, I runne, I flye; they say
my Father hath a golden thumbe, you
shall see me haue a golden body.
Exit.
Pet.
I am glad of this, for now I shall
haue leysure to runne away; such a bald
Arte as neuer was let him keepe his
new man, for he shall neuer see his olde
againe; God sheild me from blowing
gold to nothing, with a strong imagi-
nation to make nothing anything.
Exit.Q5Actus
Gallathea.
Actus secundus. Scæna quarta.
Gallathea alone.
Galla.
How now Gallathea? misera-
ble Gallathea, that hauing put on the
apparel of a boy, thou canst also put on
the minde. O faire Melebeus, I too faire
and therefore I feare, too proud. Had it
not bin better for thee to haue been a sa-
crifice to Neptune, then a slaue to Cupid?
to die for thy Country, then to liue in
thy fancie? to be a sacrifice, then a Louer?
O would when I hunted his eye with
my heart, hee might haue seene my heart
with his eyes. Why did Nature to him a
boy giue a face so faire, or to me a vir-
gine a fortune so hard? I will now vse
for the distaffe the bow, and play at
quaites abroade, that was wont to sow
in my Sampler at home. It may be Galla-
thea, foolish Gallathea, what may be?
nothing. Let mee follow him into the
Woods, and thou sweete Venus be my
guide
Exit.
Actus secundus, Scæna quinta.
Enter Phillida alone.
Philli.
Poore Phillida, curse the time
of thy birth and rarenes of they beauty, the
vn-
Gallathea.
vnaptnes of thy apparell, and the unta-
mednes of thy affections. Art thou no
sooner in the habite of a boy? but thou
must bee enamored of a boy, what shalt
thou do when what best liketh thee, most
discontenteth thee? Goe into the Woods,
watch the good times, his best moodes,
and transgresse in loue a little of thy mo-
destie, I will, I dare not, thou must, I
cannot. Then pine in thine owne pee-
uishnes. I will not, I will. Ah Phillida doe something, nay any thing ra-
ther then liue thus. Well, what I will
doe, my selfe knowes not, but what I
ought I know well, and so I goe re-
solute, eyther to bewray my loue, or
suffer shame.
Exit.Horizontal Rule.
Actus tertius. Scæna prima.
Telusa alone.
Prosopography
David Bevington
David Bevington was the Phyllis Fay Horton Distinguished Service Professor Emeritus
in the Humanities at the University of Chicago. His books include From Mankind to Marlowe (1962), Tudor Drama and Politics (1968), Action Is Eloquence (1985), Shakespeare: The Seven Ages of Human Experience (2005), This Wide and Universal Theater: Shakespeare in Performance, Then and Now (2007), Shakespeare’s Ideas (2008), Shakespeare and Biography (2010), and Murder Most Foul: Hamlet Through the Ages (2011). He was the editor of Medieval Drama (1975), The Bantam Shakespeare, and The Complete Works of Shakespeare. The latter was published in a seventh edition in 2014. He was a senior editor of
the Revels Student Editions, the Revels Plays, The Norton Anthology of Renaissance Drama, and The Cambridge Edition of the Works of Ben Jonson (2012). Professor Bevington passed away on August 2, 2019.
Janelle Jenstad
Janelle Jenstad is a Professor of English at the University of Victoria, Director
of The Map of Early Modern London, and Director of Linked Early Modern Drama Online. With Jennifer Roberts-Smith and Mark Kaethler, she co-edited Shakespeare’s Language in Digital Media: Old Words, New Tools (Routledge). She has edited John Stow’s A Survey of London (1598 text) for MoEML and is currently editing The Merchant of Venice (with Stephen Wittek) and Heywood’s 2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody for DRE. Her articles have appeared in Digital Humanities Quarterly, Elizabethan Theatre, Early Modern Literary Studies, Shakespeare Bulletin, Renaissance and Reformation, and The Journal of Medieval and Early Modern Studies. She contributed chapters to Approaches to Teaching Othello (MLA); Teaching Early Modern Literature from the Archives (MLA); Institutional Culture in Early Modern England (Brill); Shakespeare, Language, and the Stage (Arden); Performing Maternity in Early Modern England (Ashgate); New Directions in the Geohumanities (Routledge); Early Modern Studies and the Digital Turn (Iter); Placing Names: Enriching and Integrating Gazetteers (Indiana); Making Things and Drawing Boundaries (Minnesota); Rethinking Shakespeare Source Study: Audiences, Authors, and Digital Technologies (Routledge); and Civic Performance: Pageantry and Entertainments in Early Modern London (Routledge). For more details, see janellejenstad.com.
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Kate LeBere
Project Manager, 2020–2021. Assistant Project Manager, 2019–2020. Textual Remediator
and Encoder, 2019–2021. Kate LeBere completed her BA (Hons.) in History and English
at the University of Victoria in 2020. During her degree she published papers in The Corvette (2018), The Albatross (2019), and PLVS VLTRA (2020) and presented at the English Undergraduate Conference (2019), Qualicum History
Conference (2020), and the Digital Humanities Summer Institute’s Project Management
in the Humanities Conference (2021). While her primary research focus was sixteenth
and seventeenth century England, she completed her honours thesis on Soviet ballet
during the Russian Cultural Revolution. She is currently a student at the University
of British Columbia’s iSchool, working on her masters in library and information science.
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their degree, they worked as a teaching assistant with the University of Victoriaʼs
Department of Hispanic and Italian Studies. Their primary research was on gender and
sexuality in early modern Europe and Latin America.
Sarah Fowler
Sarah Fowler is a fourth-year undergraduate student in the English Honours program
at the University of Victoria. She is encoding the early editions of Gallathea as a part of her work for the Jamie Cassels Undergraduate Research Project under
Janelle Jenstad.
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