Act. 1. Scoe. 1.
Enter Mary Fitz-Allard disguised like a sempster with a case for bands, and Neatfoot a seruingman with her, with a napkin on his shoulder, and a trencher in his hand
as from table.
Neatfoote.
THe yong gentleman (our young maister) Sir Alexanders sonne, is it into his eares (sweet embleme of fragility) you desire to haue a message
transported, or to be transcendent.
Mary
A priuate word or two Sir, nothing else.
Neat.
You shall fructifie in that which you come for: your pleasure shall be satisfied to
your full contentation: I will (fairest tree of generation) watch when our young maister
is erected, (that is to say vp) and deliuer him to this your most white hand.
Neat.
And withall certifie him, that I haue culled out for him (now his belly is replenished)
a daintier bit or modicome then any lay vpon his trencher at dinner — hath he notion
of your name, I beseech your chastitie.
Mary
One Sir, of whom he be spake falling bands.
Neat.
Falling bands, it shall so be giuen him, — — if you please to venture your modesty
in the hall, amongst a curlepated company of rude seruingmen, and take such as they
can set before you, you shall be most seriously, and ingeniously welcome.
Mary
I haue dyed indeed already sir.
Neat.
— — Or will you vouchsafe to kisse the lip of a cup of rich Orleans in the buttry amongst our waiting women.
Neat.
Our yong Maister shall then haue a feeling of your being here presently it shall so
be giuen him.
Exit Neatfoote,
Mary
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I humbly thanke you sir, but that my bosome
Is full of bitter sorrowes, I could smile,
To see this formall Ape play Antick tricks:
But in my breast a poysoned arrow stickes,
And smiles cannot become me, Loue wouen sleightly
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(Such as thy false heart makes) weares out as lightly,
But loue being truely bred ith the soule (like mine)
Bleeds euen to death, at the least wound it takes,
The more we quench this, the lesse it slakes: Oh me!
Enter Sebastian Wengraue with Neatfoote.
Seb.
A Sempster speake with me, saist thou.
Neat.
Yes sir, she's there, viua voce, to deliuer her auricular confession.
Seb.
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With me sweet heart. What ist?
Mary
I haue brought home your bands sir.
Seb.
Prithee look in, for all the Gentlemen are vpon rising.
Neat.
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Yes sir, a most methodicall attendance shall be giuen.
Seb.
And dost heare, if my father call for me, say I am busy with a Sempster.
Neat.
Yes sir, hee shall know it that you are busied with a needle woman.
Seb.
In's eare good Neat-foote,
Neat.
It shall be so giuen him.
Exit Neat-foote.
Seb.
Bands, y'are mistaken sweete heart, I bespake none, when, where, I prithee, what bands,
let me see them.
Mary
Yes sir, a bond fast sealed, with solemne oathes,
Subscribed vnto (as I thought) with your soule:
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Deliuered as your deed in sight of heauen,
Is this bond canceld, haue you forgot me.
Seb.
Ha! life of my life: Sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter,
What has transform'd my loue to this strange shape?
Stay: make all sure, — so: now speake and be briefe,
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Because the wolfe's at dore that lyes in waite,
To prey vpon vs both albeit mine eyes
Are blest by thine, yet this so strange disguise
Holds me with feare and wonder.
Mary
Mines a loathed sight,
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Why from it are you banisht else so long.
Seb.
I must cut short my speech, in broken language,
Thus much sweete Moll, I must thy company shun,
I court another Moll, my thoughts must run,
As a horse runs, thats blind, round in a Mill,
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Out euery step, yet keeping one path still.
Mary
Vmh: must you shun my company, in one knot
Haue both our hands byt'h hands of heauen bene tyed,
Now to be broke, I thought me once your Bride:
Our fathers did agree on the time when,
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And must another bed-fellow fill my roome.
Seb.
Sweete maid, lets loose no time, tis in heauens booke
Set downe, that I must haue thee: an oath we tooke,
To keep our vowes, but when the knight your father
Was from mine parted, stormes began to sit
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Vpon my couetous fathers brow: which fell
From them on me, he reckond vp what gold
This marriage would draw from him, at which he swore,
To loose so much bloud, could not grieue him more.
He then diswades me from thee, cal'd thee not faire,
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And askt what is shee, but a beggars heire?
He scorn'd thy dowry of (5000) Markes.
If such a summe of mony could be found,
And I would match with that, hee'd not vndoe it,
Prouided his bags might adde nothing to it,
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But vow'd, if I tooke thee, nay more, did sweare it,
Saue birth from him I nothing should inherit.
Mary
What followes then, my ship-wracke.
Seb.
Dearest no:
Tho wildly in a laborinth I go,
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My end is to meete thee: with a side winde
Must I now saile, else I no hauen can finde
But both must sinke for euer. There's a wench
Cal'd Mol, mad Mol, or merry Moll, a creature
So strange in quality, a whole citty takes
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Note of her name and person, all that affection
I owe to thee, on her in counterfet passion,
I spend to mad my father: he beleeues
I doate vpon this Roaring Girle, and grieues
As it becomes a father for a sonne,
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That could be so bewitcht: yet ile go on
This croked way, sigh still for her, faine dreames,
In which ile talke onely of her, these streames
Shall, I hope, force my father to consent
That heere I anchor rather then be rent
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Vpon a rocke so dangerous, Art thou pleas'd,
Because thou seest we are way-laid, that I take
A path thats safe, tho it be farre about,
Mary
My prayers with heauen guide thee,
Seb.
Then I will on,
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My father is at hand, kisse and begon;
Howres shall be watcht for meetings; I must now
As men for feare, to a strange I doll bow.
Seb.
Ile guide thee forth, when next we meete,
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A story of Moll shall make our mirth more sweet.
Exeunt
Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue, Sir Dauy Dapper, Sir Adam Appleton, Goshake, Laxton, and Gentlemen.
Omnes
Thanks good Sir Alexander for our bounteous cheere:
Alex.
Fy, fy, in giuing thankes you pay to deare.
S. Dap.
When bounty spreades the table, faith t'were sinne,
(at going of) if thankes should not step in.
Alex.
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No more of thankes, no more, I mary Sir,
Th'inner roome was too close, how do you like
This Parlour Gentlmen?
Adam
What a sweet breath the aire casts heere, so coole,
Gosh.
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I like the prospect best.
S. Dap.
A very faire sweete roome.
Alex.
Sir Dauy Dapper,
The furniture that doth adorne this roome,
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Cost many a faire gray groat ere it came here,
But good things are most cheape, when th'are most deere,
Nay when you looke into my galleries,
How brauely they are trim'd vp, you all shall sweare
Yare highly pleasd to see whats set downe there:
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Stories of men and women (mixt together
Faire ones with foule, like sun-shine in wet wether)
Within one square a thousand heads are laid
So close, that all of heads, the roome seeemes made,
As many faces there (fill'd with blith lookes)
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Shew like the promising titles of new bookes,
(Writ merily) the Readers being their owne eyes,
Which seeme to moue and to giue plaudities,
And here and there (whilst with obsequious eares,
Throng'd heapes do listen) a cut purse thrusts and leeres
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With haukes eyes for his prey: I need not shew him,
By a hanging villanous looke, your selues may know him,
The face is drawne so rarely, Then sir below,
The very flowre (as twere) waues to and fro,
And like a floating Iland, seemes to moue,
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Vpon a sea bound in with shores aboue,
Enter Sebastian and M. Greene-wit.
Omnes.
These sights are excellent.
Alex.
I'le shew you all,
Since we are met, make our parting Comicall.
Seb.
This gentleman (my friend) will take his leaue Sir.
Alex.
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Ha, take his leaue (Sebastian) who?
Alex.
Your loue sir, has already giuen me some time,
And if you please to trust my age with more,
It shall pay double interest: Good sir stay.
Green.
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I haue beene too bold.
Alex.
Not so sir. A merry day
Mongst friends being spent, is better then gold sau'd.
Some wine, some wine. Where be these knaues I keepe.
Enter three or foure Seruingmen, and Neatfoote.
Neat.
At your worshipfull elbow, sir.
Alex.
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You are kissing my maids, drinking, or fast asleep.
Neat.
Your worship has giuen it vs right.
Alex.
You varlets stirre,
Chaires, stooles and cushions: pre'thee sir Dauy Dapper,
Make that chaire thine.
Sir Dap.
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Tis but an easie gift,
And yet I thanke you for it sir, I'le take it.
Alex.
A chaire for old sir Adam Appleton.
Neat.
A backe friend to your worship.
Adam.
Mary good Neatfoot,
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I thanke thee for it: backe friends sometimes are good.
Alex.
Pray make that stoole your pearch, good M. Goshawke.
Gosh.
I stoope to your lure sir.
Alex.
Sonne Sebastian,
Take Maister Greenewit to you.
Alex.
Nay maister Laxton — furnish maister Laxton
With what he wants (a stone) a stoole I would say, a stoole.
Exeunt seruants.
Alex.
I know you had (good M. Laxton.) So, so —
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Now heres a messe of friends, and (gentlemen)
Because times glasse shall not be running long,
I'le quicken it with a pretty tale.
Sir Dap.
Good tales do well,
In these bad dayes, where vice does so excell.
Alex.
Last day I met
An aged man vpon whose head was scor'd,
A debt of iust so many yeares as these,
Which I owe to my graue, the man you all know.
Omnes.
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His name I pray you sir.
Alex.
Nay you shall pardon me,
But when he saw me (with a sigh that brake,
Or seem'd to breake his heart-strings) thus he spake:
Oh my good knight, saies he, (and then his eies
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Were richer euen by that which made them poore,
They had spent so many teares they had no more.)
Oh sir (saies he) you know it, for you ha seene
Blessings to raine vpon mine house and me:
Fortune (who slaues men) was my slaue: her wheele
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Hath spun me golden threads, for I thanke heauen,
I nere had but one cause to curse my starres,
I ask't him then, what that one cause might be.
Alex.
He paus'd, and as we often see,
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A sea so much becalm'd, there can be found
No wrinckle on his brow, his waues being drownd
In their owne rage: but when th'imperious wind,
Vse strange inuisible tyranny to shake
Both heauens and earths foundation at their noyse:
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The seas swelling with wrath to part that fray
Rise vp, and are more wild, more mad, then they.
Euen so this good old man was by my question
Stir'd vp to roughnesse, you might see his gall
Flow euen in's eies: then grew he fantasticall.
Sir Dap.
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Fantasticall, ha, ha.
Adam.
Pray sir proceed,
How did this old man end?
Alex.
Mary sir thus.
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He left his wild fit to read ore his cards,
Yet then (though age cast snow on all his haires)
He ioy'd because (saies he) the God of gold
Has beene to me no niggard: that disease
(Of which all old men sicken) Auarice
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Neuer infected me.
Lax.
He meanes not himselfe i'me sure.
Alex.
For like a lamp,
Fed with continuall oyle, I spend and throw
My light to all that need it, yet haue still
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Enough to serue my selfe, oh but (quoth he)
Tho heauens-dew fall, thus on this aged tree,
I haue a sonne thats like a wedge doth cleaue,
My very heart roote,
Seb,
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Now I do smell a fox strongly.
Alex.
Lets see: no Maister Greene-wit is not yet
So mellow in yeares as he; but as like Sebastian,
Iust like my sonne Sebastian, — such another.
Seb.
How finely like a fencer my father fetches his by-blows to hit me, but if I beate
you not at your owne weapon of subtilty.
Alex.
This sonne (saith he) that should be
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The columne and maine arch vnto my house,
The crutch vnto my age, becomes a whirlewind
Shaking the firme foundation,
Alex.
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No citty monster neither, no prodigall,
But sparing, wary, ciuill, and (tho wiuelesse)
An excellent husband, and such a traueller,
He has more tongues in his head then some haue teeth,
Gosh.
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So sparing and so wary,
What then could vex his father so.
Seb.
A flesh fly, that can vex any man.
Alex.
A scuruy woman,
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On whom the passionate old man swore he doated:
A creature (saith he) nature hath brought forth
To mocke the sex of woman. — It is a thing
One knowes not how to name, her birth began
Ere she was all made. Tis woman more then man,
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Man more then woman, and (which to none can hap)
The Sunne giues her two shadowes to one shape,
Nay more, let this strange thing, walke, stand or sit,
No blazing starre drawes more eyes after it.
S. Dap.
A Monster, tis some Monster.
Seb.
Now is my cue to bristle.
Alex.
Whats false, I say shee's nought.
Seb.
I say that tongue
That dares speake so (but yours) stickes in the throate
Of a ranke villaine, set your selfe aside. —
Seb.
Any here else had lyed.
I thinke I shall fit you —
aside.
Sir Dap.
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Doth this concerne him.
Alex.
Ah sirra boy.
Is your bloud heated: boyles it: are you stung,
Ile pierce you deeper yet: oh my deere friends,
I am that wretched father, this that sonne,
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That sees his ruine, yet headlong on doth run.
Adam.
Will you loue such a poyson.
Alex.
Th'art sicke at heart, yet feelst it not: of all these,
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What Gentleman (but thou) knowing his disease
Mortall, would shun the cure: oh Maister Greenewit,
Would you to such an Idoll bow.
Alex.
Heer's Maister Laxton, has he mind to a woman
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As thou hast.
Lax.
There good parts are so rare, there bad so common,
I will haue nought to do with any woman.
Sir Dap.
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Tis well done Maister Laxton.
Alex.
Oh thou cruell boy,
Thou wouldst with lust an old mans life destroy,
Because thou seest I'me halfe way in my graue,
Thou shouelst dust vpon me: wod thou mightest haue
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Thy wish, most wicked, most vnnaturall.
Dap.
Why sir, tis thought, sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter
Shall wed your sonne Sebastian.
Alex.
Sir Dauy Dapper.
I haue vpon my knees, wood this fond boy,
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To take that vertuous maiden.
Seb.
Harke you a word sir.
You on your knees haue curst that vertuous maiden,
And me for louing her, yet do you now
Thus baffle me to my face: were not your knees
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In such intreates, giue me Fitz-Allards daughter.
Alex.
Ile giue thee rats-bane rather.
Seb.
Well then you know
What dish I meane to feed vpon.
Alex.
Harke Gentlemen,
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He sweares to haue this cut-purse drab, to spite my gall.
Seb.
I am deafe to you all.
Ime so bewitcht, so bound to my desires,
Teares, prayers, threats, nothing can quench out those fires
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That burne within me.
Exit Sebastian.
Alex.
Her bloud shall quench it then,
Loose him not, oh diswade him Gentlemen.
Sir Dap.
He shall be weand I warrant you.
Alex.
Before his eyes
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Lay downe his shame, my griefe, his miseries.
Exeunt all but sir Alexander.
Alex.
I wash a Negro,
Loosing both paines and cost: but take thy flight,
Ile be most neere thee, when I'me least in sight.
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Wilde Bucke ile hunt thee breathlesse, thou shalt run on,
But I will turne thee when I'me not thought vpon.
Enter Ralph Trapdore:
Now sirra what are you, leaue your Apes trickes and speake.
Trap.
A letter from my Captaine to your Worship.
Alex.
Oh, oh, now I remember tis to preferre thee into my seruice.
Trap.
To be a shifter vnder your Worships nose of a clean trencher, when ther's a good bit
vpon't.
Alex.
Troth honest fellow — humh — ha — let me see,
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This knaue shall be the axe to hew that downe
At which I stumble, has a face that promiseth
Much of a villaine, I will grind his wit,
And if the edge proue fine make vse of it.
Come hither sirra, canst thou be secret, ha.
Trap.
As two crafty Atturneys plotting the vndoing of their clyents.
Alex.
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Didst neuer, as thou hast walkt about this towne
Heare of a wench cal'd Moll, mad merry Moll.
Alex.
The same, dost thou know her then,
Trap.
Aswell as I know twill raine vpon Simon and Iudes day next, I will sift all the tauerns ith citty, and drinke halfe pots with all the
Watermen ath bankside, but if you will sir Ile find her out.
Alex.
That task is easy, doot then, hold thy hand vp.
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Whats this, ist burnt?
Trap.
No sir no, a little sindgd with making fire workes.
Alex.
Ther's mony, spend it, that being spent fetch more.
Trap.
Oh sir that all the poore souldiers in England had such a leader. For fetching no water Spaniell is like me.
Alex.
This wench we speake of, straies so from her kind
Nature repents she made her. Tis a Mermaid
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Has told my sonne to shipwracke.
Trap.
Ile cut her combe for you.
Alex.
Ile tell out gold for thee then: hunt her forth,
Cast out a line hung full of siluer hookes
To catch her to thy company: deepe spendings
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May draw her thats most chast to a mans bosome.
Trap.
The gingling of Golden bels, and a good foole with a hobbyhorse, wil draw all the
whoores ith towne to dance in a morris,
Alex.
Or rather, for thats best, (they say sometimes
Shee goes in breeches) follow her as her man.
Trap.
And when her breeches are off, shee shall follow me.
Alex.
Beate all thy braines to serue her.
Trap.
Zounds sir, as country wenches beate creame, till butter comes.
Alex.
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Play thou the suttle spider, weaue fine nets
To insnare her very life.
Alex.
Yes sucke
Her heart-bloud if thou canst, twist thou but cords
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To catch her, Ile finde law to hang her vp.
Trap.
Spoke like a Worshipfull bencher.
Alex.
Trace all her steps: at this shee-foxes den
Watch what lambs enter: let me play the sheepeheard
To saue their throats from bleeding, and cut hers.
Trap.
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This is the goll shall doot.
Alex.
Be firme and gaine me
Euer thine owne. This done I entertaine thee:
How is thy name.
Trap.
My name sir is Raph Trapdore, honest Raph.
Alex.
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Trapdore, be like thy name, a dangerous step
For her to venture on, but vnto me.
Trap.
As fast as your sole to your boote or shooe sir.
Alex.
Hence then, be little seene here as thou canst.
Ile still be at thine elbow.
Trap.
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The trapdores set.
Moll if you budge y'are gon: this me shall crowne,
A Roaring Boy, the Roaring Girle puts downe,
Alex.
God a mercy, loose no time.
Exeunt.
The three shops open in a ranke: the first a Poticaries shop, the next a Fether shop:
the third a Sempsters shop: Mistresse Gallipot in the first, Mistresse Tiltyard in the next, Maister Openworke and his wife in the third, to them enters Laxton, Goshawke and Greenewit.
Mi. Open.
Gentlemen what ist you lacke. What ist you buy, see fine bands and ruffes, fine lawnes,
fine cambrickes, what ist you lacke Gentlemen, what ist you buy?
Green
Shee that minces Tobacco.
Lax.
I: shees a Gentlewoman borne I can tell you, tho it be her hard fortune now to shread
Indian pot-hearbes.
Gosh.
Oh sir tis many a good womans fortune, when her husband turns bankrout, to begin with
pipes and set vp againe.
Lax.
And indeed the raysing of the woman is the lifting vp of the mans head at all times,
if one florish, tother will bud as fast I warrant ye.
Gosh.
Come th'art familiarly acquainted there, I grope that.
Lax.
And you grope no better ith dark you may chance lye ith ditch when y'are drunke.
Gosh.
Go th'art a misticall letcher.
Lax.
I will not deny but my credit may take vp an ounce of pure smoake.
Gosh.
May take vp an ell of pure smock; away go, tis the closest striker. Life I think he
cōmits venery 40 foote deepe, no mans aware on't, I like a palpable smockster go
to worke so openly, with the tricks of art, that I'me as aparantly seen as a naked
boy in a viall, & were it not for a guift of trechery that I haue in me to betray
my friend whē he puts most trust in me (masse yonder hee is too —) and by his iniurie
to make good my accesse to her, I should appeare as defectiue in courting, as a Farmers
sonne the first day of his feather, that doth nothing at Court, but woe the hangings
and glasse windowes for a month together, and some broken wayting woman for euer after.
I find those imperfections in my venerie, that were't not for flatterie and falshood,
I should want discourse and impudence, and hee that wants impudence among women, is
worthy to bee kickt out at beds feet. — He shall not see me yet.
Greene.
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Troth this is finely shred.
Lax.
Oh women are the bèst mincers.
Mist. Gal.
'Thad bin a good phrase for a Cookes wife sir.
Lax.
But 'twill serue generally, like the front of a newe Almanacke; as thus: Calculated
for the meridian of Cookes wiues, but generally for all Englishwomen.
Mist. Gal.
Nay you shall ha'te sir, I haue fild it for you.
Shee puts it to the fire.
Lax.
The pipe's in a good hand, and I wish mine alwaies so.
Gree.
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But not to be vs'd a that fashion.
Lax.
O pardon me sir, I vnderstand no french.
I pray be couerd. Iacke a pipe of rich smoake.
Gosh.
Rich smoake; that's 6. pence a pipe ist?
Mist. Gal.
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Be not forgetful; respect my credit; seem strange;
Art and Wit makes a foole of suspition: — pray be warie.
Lax.
Push, I warrant you: — come, how ist gallants?
Lax.
I thought 'twas good, you were growne so silent; you are like those that loue not
to talke at victuals, tho they make a worse noyse i'the nose then a common fidlers
prentice, and discourse a whole Supper with snuffling; — I must speake a word with
you anone.
Mist. Gal.
Make your way wisely ners,
Gosh.
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Oh what else sir, hee's perfection it selfe, full of man-
But not an acre of ground belonging to 'em.
Green.
I and full of forme, h'as ne're a good stoole in's chamber.
Gosh.
But aboue all religious: hee prayeth daily vpon elder brothers.
Green.
And valiant aboue measure; h'as runne three streets from a Serieant.
he blowes tobacco in their faces.
Mist. Gal.
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Whats the matter now sir?
Lax.
I protest I'me in extreame want of money, if you can supply mee now with any meanes,
you doe mee the greatest pleasure, next to the bountie of your loue, as euer poore
gentleman tasted.
Mist. Gal.
What's the summe would pleasure ye sir?
Tho you deserue nothing lesse at my hands.
Lax.
Why 'tis but for want of opportunitie thou know'st; I put her off with opportunitie
still: by this light I hate her, but for meanes to keepe me in fashion with gallants;
for what I take from her, I spend vpon other wenches, beare her in hand still; shee
has wit enough to rob her husband, and I waies enough to consume the money: why how
now? what the chin-cough?
Gosh.
Thou hast the cowardliest tricke to come before a mans face and strangle him ere hee
be aware, I could find in my heart to make a quarrell in earnest.
Lax.
Poxe and thou do'st, thou know'st I neuer vse to fight with my friends, thou'l but
loose thy labour in't. Iacke Dapper!
Enter I. Dapper, and his man Gull.
Greene.
Mounsier Dapper, I diue downe to your anckles.
I. Dap.
Saue ye gentlemen all three in a peculiar salute.
Gosh.
He were ill to make a lawyer, hee dispatches three at once.
Lax.
So wel said: but is this of the same Tobacco mistresse Gallipot?
M. Gal.
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The same you had at first sir.
Lax.
I wish it no better: this will serue to drinke at my chamber.
Gosh.
Shall we taste a pipe on't?
Lax.
Not of this by my troth Gentlemen, I haue sworne before you.
Lax.
Pardon me sweet Iacke, I'me sorry I made such a rash oath, but foolish oathes must stand: where art going
Iacke.
Lax.
One fether, the foole's peculiar still.
Iac. Dap.
Heer's three halfepence for your ordinary, boy, meete me an howre hence in Powles.
Gul.
How three single halfepence; life, this will scarce serue a man in sauce, a halporth
of mustard, a halporth of oyle, and a halporth of viniger, whats left then for the
pickle herring: this showes like finall beere ith morning after a great surfet of
wine ore night, hee could spend his three pound last night in a supper amongst girles
and braue baudy-house boyes, I thought his pockets cackeld not for nothing, these
are the egs of three pound, Ile go sup'em vp presently.
Exit Gul.
Lax.
Fight, nine, ten Angles, good wench ifaith, and one that loues darkenesse well, she
puts out a candle with the best tricks of any drugsters wife in England: but that
which mads her I raile vpon oportunity still, and take no notice on't. The other night
she would needs lead me into a roome with a candle in her hand to show me a naked
picture, where no sooner entred but the candle was sent of an arrant: now I not intending
to vnderstand her, but like a puny at the Innes of venery, cal'd for another light
innocently, thus reward I all her cunning with simple mistaking. I know she cosens
her husband to keepe me, and Ile keepe her honest, as long as I can, to make the poore
man some part of amends, an honest minde of a whooremaister, how thinke you amongst
you, what a fresh pipe, draw in a third man.
Gosh.
No your a horder, you ingrose bith ounces.
At the Fether shop now.
M. Tiltyard
What fether ist you'ld haue sir.
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These are most worne and most in fashion,
Amongst the Beuer gallants the stone Riders.
The priuate stages audience, the twelu peny stool Gentlemen,
I can enforme you tis the generall fether.
Iac. Dap.
And therefore I mislike it, tell me of generall.
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Now a continuall Simon and Iudes raine
Beate all your fethers as flat downe as pancakes.
Shew me — — a — spangled fether,
Mist. Tilt.
Oh to go a feasting with,
You'd haue it for a hinch boy, you shall.
At the Sempsters shop now.
Maist. Open.
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Masse I had quite forgot,
His Honours footeman was here last night wife,
Ha you done with my Lords shirt.
Mist. Open.
Whats that to you sir,
I was this morning at his Honours lodging,
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Ere such a snake as you crept out of your shell.
Maist. Open.
Oh 'twas well done good wife.
Mt. Op.
I hold it better sir, then if you had don't your selfe.
Ma. Op.
Nay so say I: but is the Countesses smocke almost donne mouse.
Mi. Op.
Here lyes the cambricke sir, but wants I feare mee.
Ma. Op.
Ile resolue you of that presently,
Mi. Op.
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Haida, oh audacious groome,
Dare you presume to noble womens linnen,
Keepe you your yard to measure sheepeheards holland,
I must confine you I see that.
At the Tobacco shop now.
Gosh.
What say you to this geere.
Lax.
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I dare the arrants critticke in Tobacco
To lay one falt vpon't.
Enter Mol in a freese Jerkin and a blacke sauegard.
Lax.
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Prithee lets call her — Mol.
Mol.
How now, whats the matter.
Gosh.
A pipe of good tobacco Mol.
Gosh.
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Nay Moll puh, prethee harke, but one word ifaith.
Green.
Prithee come hither sirra.
Lax.
Hart I would giue but too much money to be nibling with that wench, life, sh'as the
Spirit of foure great parishes, and a voyce that will drowne all the Citty, me thinkes
a braue Captaine might get all his souldiers vpon her, and nere bee beholding to a
company of mile-end milke sops, if hee could come on, and come off quicke enough:
Such a Moll were a maribone before an Italian, hee would cry bona roba till his ribs were nothing but bone. Ile lay hard siege to her, mony is that Aqua fortis, that eates into many a maidenhead, where the wals are flesh & bloud Ile euer
pierce through with a golden auguer.
Gosh.
Now thy iudgement Moll, ist not good?
Mol.
Yes faith tis very good tobacco, how do you sell an an ounce, farewell. God b'y you
Mistresse Gallipot,
Mol.
I cannot stay now ifaith, I am going to buy a shag cuffe, the shop will be shut in
presently.
Gosh.
Tis the maddest fantasticalst girle: — I neuer knew so much flesh and so much nimblenesse
put together.
Lax.
Shee slips from one company to another, like a fat Eele between a Dutchmās fingers:
— Ile watch my time for her.
Mist. Gal.
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Some will not sticke to say shees a man
And some both man and woman.
Lax.
That were excellent, she might first cuckold the husband and then make him do as much
for the wife.
The Fether shop againe.
Moll.
Saue you; how does Mistresse Tiltyard?
Mol.
Ile tell the by and by, I go but toth' next shop.
I. Dap.
Thou shalt find me here this howre about a fether.
Mol.
Nay and a fether hold you in play a whole houre, a goose will last you all the daies
of your life. Let me see a good shag ruffe.
The Sempster shop.
Maist. Open.
Mistresse Mary that shalt thou ifaith, and the best in the shop.
Mist. Open.
How now, greetings, loue tearmes with a pox betweene you, haue I found out one of
your haunts, I send you for hollands, and you're ith the low countries with a mischiefe,
I'me seru'd with good ware byth shift, that makes it lye dead so long vpon my hands,
I were as good shut vp shop, for when I open it I take nothing.
Maist. Open.
Nay and you fall a ringing once the diuell cannot stop you, Ile out of the Belfry
as fast as I can — Moll.
Mist. Open.
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Ile sell ye nothing, I warne yee my house and
Mol.
You goody Openworke, you that prick out a poore liuing
And sowes many a bawdy skin-coate together,
Thou priuate pandresse betweene shirt and smock,
I wish thee for a minute but a man:
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Thou shouldst neuer vse more shapes, but as th'art
I pitty my reuenge, now my spleenes vp,
Enter a fellow with a long rapier by his side.
I would not mocke it willingly — ha be thankfull.
Now I forgiue thee.
Mist. Open.
Mary hang thee, I neuer askt forgiuenesse in my life.
Fellow
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What wil you murder me.
Mol.
You remember slaue, how you abusd me t'other night in a Tauerne.
Mol.
No, but by candlelight you did, you haue trickes to saue your oathes, reseruations
haue you, and I haue reserued somewhat for you, — as you like that call for more,
you know the signe againe.
Fel.
Pox ant, had I brought any company along with mee to haue borne witlesse on't, 'twold
ne're haue grieu'd me, but to be strucke and nobody by, tis my ill fortune still,
why tread vpon a worme they say twill turne taile, but indeed a Gentleman should haue
more manners.
Exit fellow.
Lax.
Gallantly performed ifath Mol, and manfully, I loue thee for euer fort, base rogue, had he offerd but the least
counter-buffe, by this hand I was prepared for him.
Mol.
You prepared for him, why should you be prepared for him, was he any more then a man.
Lax.
No nor so much by a yard and a handfull London measure..
Moll.
Why do you speake this then, doe you thinke I cannot ride a stone horse, vnlesse one
lead him bith snaffle.
Lax.
Yes and sit him brauely, I know thou canst Mol, twas but an honest mistake through loue, and Ile make amends fort any way, prethee
sweete plumpe Mol, when shall thou and I go out a towne together.
Mol.
Whether to Tyburne prethee.
Lax.
Masse thats out a towne indeed, thou hangst so many iests vpon thy friends stil. I
meane honestly to Brainford, Staines or Ware.
Lax.
Nothing but bee merry and lye together, I'le hire a coach with foure horses.
Mol.
I thought 'twould bee a beastly iourney, you may leaue out one wel, three horses will
serue, if I play the iade my selfe.
Lax.
Nay push th'art such another kicking wench, prethee be kind and lets meete.
Mol.
Tis hard but we shall meete sir.
Lax.
Nay but appoint the place then, there's ten Angels in faire gold Mol, you see I do not trifle with you, do but say thou wilt meete me, and Ile haue a
coach ready for thee.
Mol.
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Why here's my hand Ile meete you sir.
Lax.
Oh good gold, — the place sweete Mol.
Mol.
It shal be your appointment.
Lax.
Somewhat neere Holborne Mol.
Mol.
In Graies-Inne fields then.
Lax.
That will be time enough to sup at Braineford.
Fall from them to the other.
Ma. Op.
I am of such a nature sir, I cannot endure the house when shee scolds, sh'has a tongue
will be hard further in a still morning then Saint Antlings-bell, she railes vpon
me for forraine wenching, that I being a freemā must needs keep a whore ith subburbs,
and seeke to impouerish the liberties, when we fall out, I trouble you still to make
all whole with my wife.
Gosh.
No trouble at all, tis a pleasure to mee to ioyne things together.
Maist. Open.
Go thy waies, I doe this but to try thy honesty Goshawke.
The Fether shop.
Iac. Dap.
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How lik'st thou this Mol.
Mol.
Oh singularly, your fitted now for a bunch, he lookes for all the world with those
spangled fethers like a noblemans bedpost: The purity of your wench would I faine
try, shee seemes like Kent vnconquered, and I beleeue as many wiles are in her — oh
the gallants of these times are shallow letchers, they put not their courtship home
enough to a wench, tis impossible to know what woman is throughly honest, because
shee's nere thoroughly try'd, I am of that certaine beleefe there are more queanes
in this towne of their owne making, then of any mans prouoking, where lyes the slacknesse
then? many a poore soule would downe, and ther's nobody will push Women are courted
but nere soundly em: As many walke in spurs that neuer ride.
The Sempsters shop.
Gosh.
Nay more I tell you in priuate, he keeps a whore ith subburbs.
Mist. Open.
O spittle dealing, I came to him a Gentlewoman borne. Ile shew you mine armes when
you please sir.
Gosh.
I had rather see your legs, and begin that way.
Mist. Openworke
Tis well knowne he tooke me from a Ladies seruice, where I was well beloued of the
steward, I had my Lattine tongue, and a spice of the French before I came to him,
and now doth he keepe a subberbian whoore vnder my nostrils.
Gosh.
There's waies enough to cry quite with him, harke in thine eare.
Mist. Open.
Theres a friend worth a Million.
Mol
I'le try one speare against your chastity Mist. Tiltyard
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Though it proue too short by the burgh.
Enter Ralph Trapdore I'me bound already to serue her, tho it be but a sluttish tricke.
Blesse my hopefull yong Mistresse with long life and great limbs, send her the vpper
hand of all balifes, and their hungry adherents.
Trap.
A poore ebbing Gentleman, that would gladly wait for the yong floud of your seruice.
Mol.
My seruice! what should moue you to offer your seruice to me sir?
Trap.
The loue I beare to your heroicke spirit and masculine womanhood.
Mol.
So sir, put case we should retaine you to vs, what parts are there in you for a Gentlewomans
seruice.
Trap.
Of two kinds right Worshipfull: moueable, and immoueable: moueable to run of arrants,
and immoueable to stand when you haue occasion to vse me.
Trap.
Strength Mistresse Mol, I haue gon vp into a steeple, and staid the great bell as 'thas beene ringing; stopt
a windmill going.
Mols trips vp his heels he fals.
Mol.
And neuer strucke downe your selfe.
Trap.
Stood as vpright as I do at this present.
Mol.
Come I pardon you for this, it shall bee no disgrace to you: I haue strucke vp the
heeles of the high Germaines size ere now, — what not stand.
Trap.
I am of that nature where I loue, I'le bee at my mistresse foot to do her seruice.
Mol.
Why well said, but say your Mistresse should receiue iniury, haue you the spirit of
fighting in you, durst you second her.
Trap.
Life I haue kept a bridge my selfe, and droue seuen at a time before me.
Trap.
But they were all Lincolneshire bullockes by my troth.
aside.
Mol.
Well, meete me in Graies-Inne fields, between three and foure this afternoone, and
vpon better consideration weele retaine you.
Trap.
I humbly thanke your good Mistreship,
Ile crack your necke for this kindnesse.
Exit Trapdore
Mol meets Laxton
Moll.
Nay if I faile you hange me.
then Openworke.
Moll.
Prithee tend thy shop and preuent bastards.
Maist. Open.
Wele haue a pint of the same wine ifaith Mol.
The bel rings.
Gosh.
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Harke the bell rings, come Gentlemen.
Iacke Dapper where shals all munch.
Iae. Dap.
I am for Parkers ordinary.
Lax.
Hee's a good guest to'm, hee deserues his boord,
He drawes all the Gentlemen in a terme time thither,
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Weele be your followers Iacke, lead the way,
Looke you by my faith the foole has fetherd his nest well.
Exeunt Gallants.
Enter Maister Gallipot, Maister Tiltyard, and seruants with water Spaniels and a ducke.
Maist. Tilt.
Come shut vp your shops, where's Maister Openworke.
Mist. Gal.
Nay aske not me Maister Tiltyard.
Maist. Tilt.
Wher's his water dog, puh — pist — hur — hur-pist
Maist. Gal.
Come wenches come, we're going all to Hogsden.
Maist. Gal.
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I to Hogsden pigs ny.
spits in the dogs mouth
Maist. Gal.
Faith thats well — hum — pist — pist.
Maist. Gal.
Come Mistresse Openworke you are so long.
Mist. Open.
I haue no ioy of my life Maister Gallipot.
Maist. Gal,
Push, let your boy lead his water Spaniel along, and weele show you the brauest sport
at parlous pond, he trug, he trug, he trug, heres the best ducke in England, except
my wife, he, he, he, fetch, fetch, fetch, come lets away Of all the yeare this is
the sportfulst day.
Enter Sebastian solus.
Seb.
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If a man haue a free will, where should the vse
More perfect shine then in his will to loue.
All creatures haue their liberty in that,
Enter Sir Alexander and listens to him.
Tho else kept vnder seruile yoke and feare,
The very bondslaue has his freedome there,
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Amongst a world of creatures voyc'd and silent.
Must my desires weare fetters — yea are you
So neere, then I must breake with my hearts truth;
Meete griefe at a backe way — well: why suppose.
The two leaud tongues of slander or of truth
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Pronounce Mol loathsome: if before my loue
Shee appeare faire, what iniury haue I,
I haue the thing I like? in all things else
Mine owne eye guides me, and I find 'em prosper,
Life what should aile it now? I know that man
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Nere truely loues, if he gainesayt he lyes,
That winkes and marries with his fathers eyes.
Ile keepe myne owne wide open.
Enter Mol and a porter with a viallon his backe.
Alex.
Here's braue wilfulnesse,
A made match, here she comes, they met a purpose.
Por.
Must I carry this great fiddle to your chamber Mistresse Mary.
Mol.
Fiddle goodman hog-rubber, some of these porters beare so much for others, they haue
no time to carry wit for themselues.
Por.
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To your owne chamber Mistresse Mary.
Moll.
Who'le heare an Asse speake: whither else goodman pagent-bearer: the're people of
the worst memories.
Exit Porter.
Seb.
Why 'twere too great a burthen loue, to haue them carry things in their minds, and
a'ther backes together.
Mol.
Pardon me sir, I thought not you so neere.
Seb.
I would be neerer to thee, and in that fashion,
That makes the best part of all creatures honest.
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No otherwise I wish it.
Mol.
Sir I am so poore to requite you, you must looke for nothing but thankes of me, I
haue no humor to marry, I loue to lye aboth sides ath bed my selfe; and againe ath'
other side, a wife you know ought to be obedient, but I feare me I am too headstrong
to obey, therefore Ile nere go about it, I loue you so well sir for your good will
I'de be loath you should repent your bargaine after, and therefore weele nere come
together at first, I haue the head now of my selfe, and am man enough for a woman,
marriage is but a chopping and changing, where a maiden looses one head, and has a
worse ith place.
Alex.
The most comfortablest answer from a Roaring Girle, that euer mine eares drunke in.
Seb.
This were enough now to affright a foole for euer from thee, when tis the musicke
that I loue thee for,
Alex.
There's a boy spoyles all againe.
Mol.
Beleeue it sir I am not of that disdainefull temper, but
I could loue you faithfully.
Alex.
A pox on you for that word. I like you not now,
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Y'are a cunning roarer I see that already.
Mol.
But sleepe vpon this once more sir, you may chance shift a minde to morrow, be not
too hasty to wrong your selfe, neuer while you liue sir take a wife running, many
haue run out at heeles that haue don't: you see sir I speake against my selfe, and
if euery woman would deale with their suter so honestly, poore yonger brothers would
not bee so often gul'd with old cosoning widdowes, that turne ore all their wealth
in trust to some kinsman, and make the poore Gentleman worke hard for a pension, fare
you well sir.
Seb.
Nay prethee one word more.
Alex.
How do I wrong this girle, she puts him of still.
Moll.
Thinke vpon this in cold bloud sir, you make as much hast as if you were a going vpon
a sturgion voyage, take deliberation sir, neuer chuse a wife as if you were going
to Virginia.
Seb.
And so we parted, my too cursed fate.
Alex.
She is but cunning, giues him longer time in't.
Enter a Tailor:
Taylor
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Mistresse Mol, Mistresse Mol: so ho ho so ho.
Mol.
There boy, there boy, what dost thou go a hawking after me with a red clout on thy
finger.
Taylor
I forgot to take measure on you for your new breeches.
Alex.
Hoyda breeches, what will he marry a monster with two trinckets, what age is this?
if the wife go in breeches, the man must weare long coates like a foole.
Mol.
What fidlings heere, would not the old patterne haue seru'd your turne.
Taylor.
You change the fashion, you say you'le haue the great Dutch slop Mistresse Mary.
Taylor.
Your breeches then will take vp a yard more.
Mol.
Well pray looke it be put in then.
Taylor.
It shall stand round and full I warrant you,
Mol.
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Pray make em easy enough.
Taylor.
I know my fault now, t'other was somewhat stiffe betweene the legges, Ile make these
open enough I warrant you.
Alex.
Heer's good geere towards, I haue brought vp my sonne to marry a Dutch slop,. and
a French dublet, a codpice daughter.
Taylor.
So, I haue gone as farre as I can go.
Taylor.
If you go presently to your chamber Mistresse Mary, pray send me the measure of your thigh, by some honest body.
Mol.
Well sir, Ile send it by a Porter presently.
Exit Mol.
Taylor.
So you had neede, it is a lusty one, both of them would make any porters backe ake
in England.
Exit Taylor.
Seb.
I haue examined the best part of man,
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Reason and iudgement, and in loue they tell me,
They leaue me vncontrould, he that is swayd
By an vnfeeling bloud, past heat of loue
His spring time must needes erre, his watch nere goes right
That sets his dyall by a rusty clocke,
Alex.
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So, and which is that rusty clocke sir you.
Seb.
The clocke at Ludgate sir, it nere goes true.
Alex.
But thou goest falser: not thy fathers cares
Can keepe thee right, when that insensible worke,
Obayes the workemans art, lets off the houre
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And stops againe when time is satisfied,
But thou runst on, and iudgement, thy maine wheele,
Beats by all stoppes, as if the worke would breake
Begunne with long paines for a minutes ruine,
Much like a suffering man brought vp with care.
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At last bequeath'd to shame and a short prayer,
Seb.
I tast you bitterer then I can deserue sir.
Alex.
Who has bewitch thee sonne, what diuell or drug,
Hath wrought vpon the weaknesse of thy bloud,
And betrayd all her hopes to ruinous folly?
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Oh wake from drowsy and enchanted shame,
Wherein thy soule sits with a golden dreame
Flatred and poysoned, I am old my mine owne
Oh let me preuaile quickly, for I haue waightier businesse of
Then to chide thee: I must not to my graue,
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As a drunkard to his bed, whereon he lyes
Onely to sleepe, and neuer cares to rise,
Let me dispatch in time, come no more neere her.
Seb.
Not honestly, not in the way of marriage,
Alex.
What sayst thou marriage, in what place, the Sessions house, and who shall giue the
bride, prethe, an inditement.
Seb.
Sir now yee take part with the world to wrong her.
Alex.
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Why, wouldst thou faine marry to be pointed at,
Alas the numbers great, do not o're burden't,
Why as good marry a beacon on a hill,
Which all the country fixe their eyes vpon
As her thy folly doates on. If thou longst
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To haue the story of thy infamous fortunes,
Serue for discourse in ordinaries and tauernes
Th'art in the way: or to confound thy name,
Keepe on, thou canst not misse it: or to strike
Thy wretched father to vntimely coldnesse,
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Keepe the left hand still, it will bring thee to't.
Yet if no teares wrung from thy fathers eyes,
Nor sighes that flye in sparkles, from his sorrowes,
Had power to alter what is wilfull in thee,
Me thinkes her very name should fright thee from her,
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And neuer trouble me.
Seb.
Why is the name of Mol so fatall sir.
Alex.
Many one sir, where suspect is entred,
For seeke all London from one end to t'other,
More whoores of that name, then of any ten other.
Seb.
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Whats that to her? let those blush for themselues.
Can any guilt in others condemne her?
I'ue vowd to loue her: let all stormes oppose me,
That euer beate against the brest of man,
Nothing but deaths blacke tempest shall diuide vs.
Alex.
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Oh folly that can dote on nought but shame.
Seb.
Put case a wanton itch runs through one name
More then another, is that name the worse,
Where honesty sits possest in't? it should rather
Appeare more excellent, and deserue more praise,
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When through foule mists a brightnesse it can raise.
Why there are of the diuels, honest Gentlemen,
And well descended, keepe an open house,
And some ath (good mans) that are arrant knaues.
He hates vnworthily, that by rote contemnes,
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For the name neither saues, nor yet condemnes,
And for her honesty, I haue made such proofe an't,
In seuerall formes, so neerely watcht her waies,
I will maintaine that strict, against an army,
Excepting you my father: here's her worst,
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Sh'has a bold spirit that mingles with mankind,
But nothing else comes neere it: and oftentimes
Through her apparell somewhat shames her birth,
But she is loose in nothing but in mirth,
Would all Mols were no worse.
Alex.
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This way I toyle in vaine and giue but ayme
To infamy and ruine: he will fall,
My blessing cannot stay him: all my ioyes
Stand at the brinke of a deuouring floud
And will be wilfully swallowed: wilfully.
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But why so vaine, let all these teares be lost,
Ile pursue her to shame, and so al's crost.
Exit Sir Alexander
Seb.
Hee is gon with some strange purpose, whose effect
Will hurt me little if he shoot so wide,
To thinke I loue so blindly: I but feed
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His heart to this match, to draw on th'other.
Wherein my ioy sits with a full wish crownd;
Onely his moode excepted which must change.
By opposite pollicies, courses indirect,
Plaine dealing in this world takes no effect.
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This madde girle I'le acquaint with my intent,
Get her assistance, make my fortunes knowne,
Twixt louers hearts, shee's a fit instrument,
And has the art to help them to their owne,
By her aduise, for in that craft shee's wise,
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My loue and I may meete, spite of all spies.
Exit Sebastian.
Enter Laxton in Graies-Inne fields with the Coachman.
Lax.
There's a tester more, prethee driue thy coach to the hither end of Marybone parke,
a fit place for Mol to get in.
Lax.
I, its in our way thou knowst.
Coach.
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It shall be done fir.
Lax.
Are we fitted with good phrampell iades.
Coach.
The best in Smithfield I warrant your sir.
Lax.
May we safely take the vpper hand of any coacht veluet cappe or tuftaffety iacket,
for they keepe a vilde swaggering in coaches now a daies, the hye waies are stopt
with them.
Coach.
My life for yours and baffle em to sir, — why they are the same iades beleeue it sir,
that haue drawne all your famous whores to Ware.
Lax.
Nay then they know their businesse, they neede no more instructions.
Coach.
The're so vsd to such iourneis sir, I neuer vse whip to em; for if they catch but
the sent of a wench once, they runne like diuels.
Exit Coachman with his whip.
Lax.
Fine Cerberus, that rogue will haue the start of a thousand ones, for whilst others trot a foot,
heele ride prauncing to hell vpon a coach-horse.
Stay, tis now about the hourse of her appointment, but yet I see her not, harke whats
this, one, two three, three by the clock
The clocke striks three. at Sauoy, this is the houre, and Graies-Inne fields the place,
shee swore she'ed meete mee: ha yonders two Innes a Court-man with one wench, but
thats not shee, they walke toward Islington out of my way, I see none yet drest like
her, I must looke for a shag ruffe, a freeze ierken, a shortsword, and a safeguard,
or I get none: why Mol prethee make hast, or the Coachman will cursse vs anon.
Enter Mol like a man.
Mol.
Oh heeres my Gentleman: if they would keepe their daies as well with their Mercers
as their houres with their harlots, no bankrout would giue seuen score pound for a
seriants place, for would you know a catchpoole rightly derived, the corruption of
a Cittizen, is the generation of a seriant, how his eye hawkes for venery. Come are
you ready sir.
Mol.
Do you aske that now sir, why was this meeting pointed.
Lax.
I thought you mistooke me sir,
You seeme to be some yong barrister,
I haue no suite in law — all my land's sold
I praise heauen for't; t'has rid me of much trouble,
Mol.
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Then I must wake you sir, where stands the coach,
Lax.
Whose this, Mol: honest Mol.
Mol.
So young, and purblind, your an old wanton in your eyes I see that.
Lax.
Th'art admirably suited for the three pigions at Brainford, Ile sweare I knew thee not.
Mol.
Ile sweare you did not: but you shall know me now.
Lax.
No not here, we shall be spyde efaith, the coach is better, come.
Lax.
What wilt thou vntrusse a point Mol.
Shee puts of her cloake and drawes.
Mol.
Yes, heere's the point that I vntrusse, 'thas but one tag, 'twill serue tho to tye
vp a rogues tongue.
Mol.
There's the gold with which you hir'd your hackney,
Shee rackes hard, and perhaps your bones will feele it,
Ten angels of mine own, I'ue put to thine, win em, & weare em,
Lax.
Hold Moll, Mistresse Mary.
Mol.
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Draw or Ile serue an execution on thee
Shall lay thee vp till doomes day.
Lax.
Draw vpon a woman, why what dost meane Mol?
Mol.
To teach thy base thoughts manners: th'art one of those
That thinkes each woman thy fond flexable whore,
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If she but cast a liberall eye vpon thee,
Turne backe her head, shees thine, or amongst company,
By chance drinke first to thee: then shee's quite gon,
There's no meanes to help her: nay for a need,
Wilt sweare vnto thy credulous fellow letchers.
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That th'art more in fauour with a Lady at first sight
Then her monky all her life time,
How many of our sex, by such as thou
Haue their good thoughts paid with a blasted name
That neuer deserued loosly or did trip
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In path of whooredome, beyond cup and lip.
But for the staine of conscience and of soule,
Better had women fall into the hands
Of an act silent, then a bragging nothing,
There's no mercy in't — what durst moue you sir,
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To think me whoorish? a name which Ide teare out
From the hye Germaines throat, if it lay ledger there
To dispatch priuy slanders against mee.
In thee I defye all men, there worst hates,
And their best flatteries, all their golden witchcrafts,
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With which they intangle the poore spirits of fooles,
Distressed needlewomen and trade-fallne wiues.
Fish that must needs bite, or themselues be bitten,
Such hungry things as these may soone be tooke
With a worme fastned on a golden hooke.
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Those are the letchers food, his prey, he watches
For quarrelling wedlockes, and poore shifting sisters,
Tis the best fish he takes: but why good fisherman,
Am I thought meate for you, that neuer yet
Had angling rod cast towards me? cause youl'e say
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I'me giuen to sport, I'me often mery, iest,
Had mirth no kindred in the world but lust?
O shame take all her friends then: but how ere
Thou and the baser world censure my life,
Ile send 'em word by thee, and write so much
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Vpon thy breast, cause thou shalt bear't in mind,
Tell them 'twere base to yeeld, where I haue conquer'd.
I scorne to prostitute my selfe to a man,
I that can prostitute a man to mee,
And so I greete thee.
Mol.
Would the spirits of al my slanders, were claspt in thine.
That I might vexe an army at one time,
They fight.
Mol.
You'l die the better Christian then.
Lax.
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I do confesse I haue wrong'd thee Mol.
Mol.
Confession is but poore amends for wrong,
Vnlesse a rope would follow.
Mol.
I'me your hir'd whoore fir.
Lax.
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I yeeld both purse and body.
Mol.
Both are mine, and now at my disposing.
Mol.
I scorne to strike thee basely.
Lax.
Spoke like a noble girle i'faith.
Heart I thinke I fight with a familiar, or the Ghost of a fencer, Sh'has wounded me
gallantly, call you this a letcherous viage? Here's bloud would haue seru'd me this
seuen yeare in broken heads and cut fingers, & it now runs all out together, pox
athe three pigions, I would the coach were here now to carry mee to the Chirurgions.
Exit Laxton.
Mol.
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If I could meete my enemies one by one thus,
I might make pretty shift with 'em in time,
And make 'em know, shee that has wit, and spirit,
May scorne to liue beholding to her body for meate,
Or for apparell like your common dame,
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That makes shame get her cloathes, to couer shame.
Base is that minde, that kneels vnto her body,
As if a husband stood in awe on's wife,
My spirit shall be Mistresse of this house,
As long as I haue time in't. — — oh
Enter Trapdore.
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Heere comes my man that would be: 'tis his houre.
Faith a good well set fellow, if his spirit
Be answerable to his vmbles; he walkes stiffe,
But whether he will stand to't stifly, there's the point;
Has a good calfe for't, and ye shall haue many a woman
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Choose him shee meanes to meke her head, by his calfe;
I do not know their trickes in't, faith he seemes
A man without; I'le try what he is within,
Trap.
Shee told me Graies-Inne fields twixt three & foure,
Ile fit her Mistreship with a peece of seruice,
765
I'me hir'd to rid the towne of one mad girle.
Shee iustles him
What a pox ailes you sir?
Mol.
He beginnes like a Gentleman,
Trap.
Heart, is the field so narrow, or your eye-sight:
Life he comes backe againe.
She comes towards him.
Mol.
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Was this spoke to me sir.
Trap.
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I hope there's law for you sir.
Turne his hat.
Trap.
Heart this is no good dealing, pray let me know what house your off.
Philips him.
Mol.
And yet sometime I lye about chicke lane.
Trap.
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I like you the worse because you shift your lodging
Ile not meddle with you for that tricke so often
Mol.
A good shift, but it shall not serue your turne.
Trap.
You'le giue me leaue to passe about my businesse sir.
Mol.
Your businesse, Ile make you waite on mee before I ha done, and glad to serue me too.
Trap.
How sir, serue you, not if there were no more men in England.
Moll.
But if there were no more women in England
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I hope you'd waite vpon your Mistresse then,
Mol.
Oh your a tri'd spirit at a push sir,
Trap.
What would your Worship haue me do.
Trap.
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No, I praise heauen, I had better grace & more maners.
Trap.
Life, 'thad bene a beastly part of me to haue drawne my weapons vpon my Mistresse,
all the world would a cry'd shame of me for that.
Trap.
Do not say so Mistresse, I knew you by your wide straddle, as well as if I had bene
in your belly.
Mol.
Well, we shall try you further, ith meane time wee giue you intertainement.
Trap.
Thanke your good Mistreship.
Mol.
How many suites haue you.
Trap.
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No more suites then backes Mistresse.
Mol.
Well if you deserue, I cast of this, next weeke,
And you may creepe into't.
Trap.
Thanke your good Worship.
Mol.
Come follow me to S. Thomas Apostles,
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Ile put a liuery cloake vpon your backe, the first thing I do,
Trap.
I follow my deere Mistresse.
Exeunt omnes
Enter Mistresse Gallipot as from supper, her husband after her.
Maist. Gal.
What Pru, Nay sweete Prudence.
Mist. Gal.
What a pruing keepe you, I thinke the baby would haue a teate it kyes so, pray be
not so fond of me, leaue your Citty humours, I'me vext at you to see how like a calfe
you come bleating after me.
Maist. Gal.
Nay hony Pru: how does your rising vp before all the table shew? and flinging from my friends
so vnciuily, fiye Pru, fye, come.
Maist. Gal.
Vp and ride, nay my pretty Pru, thats farre from my thought, ducke: why mouse, thy minde is nibbling at something,
whats ist, what lyes vpon thy Stomach?
Mist. Gal.
Such an asse as you: hoyda, y'are best turne midwife, or Physition: y'are a Poticary
already, but I'me none of your drugs.
Maist. Gal.
Thou art a sweete drug, sweetest Pru, and the more thou art pounded, the more pretious.
Mist. Gal.
Must you be prying into a womans secrets: say ye?
Mist. Gal.
What? I cannot haue a qualme come vpon mee but your teeth waters, till your nose hang
ouer it.
Maist. Gal.
It is my loue deere wife.
Mist. Gal.
Your loue? your loue is all words; giue mee deeds, I cannot abide a man thats too
fond ouer me, so cookish; thou dost not know how to handle a woman in her kind,
Maist. Gal.
No Pru? why I hope I haue handled. —
Mist. Gal.
Handle a fooles head of your owne, — fih — fih.
Maist. Gal.
Ha, ha, tis such a waspe; it does mee good now to haue her sing me, little rogue.
Mist. Gal.
Now fye how you vex me, I cannot abide these aperne husbands: such cotqueanes, you
ouerdoe your things, they become you scuruily.
Maist. Gal.
Vpon my life she breeds, heauen knowes how I haue straind my selfe to please her,
night and day: I wonder why wee Cittizens should get children so fretfull and vntoward
in the breeding, their fathers being for the most part as gentle as milch kine: shall
I leaue thee my Pru.
Maist. Gal.
Thou shalt not bee vext no more, pretty kind rogue, take no cold sweete Pru.
Exit Maist. Gallipot.
Mist. Gal.
As your wit has done: now Maister Laxton shew your head, what newes from you? would any husband suspect that a woman crying,
Buy any scurui-grasse, should bring loue letters amongst her herbes to his wife, pretty
tricke, fine conueyance? had iealousy a thousand eyes, a silly woman with scuruy-grasse
blinds them all; Laxton with bayes crown I thy wit for this, it deserues praise.
ErrorMetrica
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This makes me affect thee more, this prooues thee wise,
Lacke what poore shift is loue forc't to deuise? (toth' point)
She reads the letter. O Sweete Creature — (a sweete beginning) pardon my long absence, for thou shalt shortly be possessed with my presence; though
Demophon was false to Phillis, I will be to thee as Pan-da-rus was to Cres-sida: tho Eneus made an asse of Dido, I will dye to thee ere I do so; o sweetest creature make much of me, for no man
beneath the siluer moone shall make more of a woman then I do of thee, furnish me
therefore with thirty pounds, you must doe it of necessity for me; I languish till
I see some comfort come from thee, protesting not to dye in thy debt, but rather to
liue so, as hitherto I haue and will. Thy true Laxton euer.
Alas poore Gentleman, troth I pitty him,
How shall I raise this money? thirty pound?
Tis thirty sure, a 3 before an 0,
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I know his threes too well; my childbed linnen?
Shall I pawne that for him? then if my marke
Be knowne I am vndone; it may be thought
My husband's bankrout: which way shall I turne?
Laxton, what with my owne feares, and thy wants,
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I'me 〈 ◊ 〉 needle twixt two adamants.
Enter Maister Gallipot hastily.
Maist. Gal.
Nay, nay, wife, the women are all vp, ha, how, reading a letters? I smel a goose,
a couple of capons, and a gammon of bacon from her mother out of the country, I hold
my life, — steale, — steale.
Maist. Gal.
What letter's that? I'le see't.
She teares the letter.
Mist. Gal.
Oh would thou had'st no eyes to see the downefall of me and thy selfe: I'me for euer,
for euer I'me vndone.
Maist. Gal.
What ailes my Pru? what paper's that thou tear'st?
Mist. Gal.
Would I could teare
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My very heart in peeces: for my soule
Lies on the racke of shame, that tortures me
Beyond a womans suffering.
Mist. Gall.
Had you no other vengeance to throw downe,
830
But euen in heigth of all my ioyes?
Mist. Gal.
When the full sea of pleasure and content seem'd to flow ouer me.
Maist. Gal.
As thou desirest to keepe mee out of bedlam, tell what troubles thee, is not thy child
at nurse falne sicke, or dead?
Maist. Gal.
Heauens blesse me, are my barnes and houses
Yonder at Hockly hole consum'd with fire,
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I can build more, sweete Pru.
Maist. Gal.
My factor broke, or is the Ionas suncke.
Mist. Gal.
Would all we had were swallowed in the waues,
Rather then both should be the scorne of slaues.
Mist. Gal.
Oh my deere husband,
Where once I thought my selfe a fixed starre,
Plac't onely in the heauen of thine armes,
I feare now I shall proue a wanderer,
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Oh Laxton, Laxton, is it then my fate
To be by thee orethrowne?
Maist. Gal.
Defend me wisedome,
From falling into frenzie, on my thy bosome.
Sweete Pru, speake, whats that Laxton who so heauy lyes on
Mist. Gal.
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I shall sure run mad.
Maist. Gal.
I shall run mad for company then: speak to me,
I'me Gallipot thy husband, — Pru, — why Pru.
Art sicke in conscience for some villanous deed
Thou wert about to act, didst meane to rob me,
855
Tush I forgiue thee, hast thou on my bed
Thrust my soft pillow vnder anothers head?
Ile winke at all faults Pru, las thats no more,
Then what some neighbours neere thee, haue done before,
Sweete hony Pru, whats that Laxton?
Mist. Gall.
Oh hee's borne to be my vndoer,
This hand which thou calst thine, to him was giuen,
To him was I made sure ith sight of heauen.
Maist. Gal.
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I neuer heard this thunder.
Mist. Gall.
Yes, yes, before
I was to thee contracted, to him I swore,
Since last I saw him twelue moneths three times told,
The Moone hath drawne through her light siluer bow,
870
For ore the seas hee went, and it was said,
(But Rumor lyes) that he in France was dead.
But hee's aliue, oh hee's aliue, he sent,
That letter to me, which in rage I rent,
Swearing with oathes most damnably to haue me,
875
Or teare me from this bosome, oh heauens saue me,
Maist. Gal.
My heart will breake, — sham'd and vndone for euer.
Mist. Gal.
So black a day (poore wretch) went ore thee neuer.
Maist. Gal.
If thou shouldst wrastle with him at the law,
Th'art sure to fall, no odde slight, no preuention.
Ile tell him th'art with child.
Maist. Gall.
Or giue out one of my men was tane a bed with thee.
Maist. Gal.
Before I loose thee my deere Pru;
Ile driue it to that push.
Mist. Gal.
Worse, and worse still,
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You embrace a mischiefe, to preuent an ill.
Maist. Gal.
Ile buy thee of him, stop his mouth with Gold,
Think'st thou twill do.
Mist. Gall.
Oh me, heauens grant it would,
Yet now my sences are set more in tune,
890
He writ, as I remember in his letter,
That he in riding vp and downe had spent,
(Ere hee could finde me) thirty pounds, send that,
Stand not on thirty with him.
Maist. Gal.
Forty Pru, say thou the word tis done, wee venture liues for wealth, but must do more to keepe
our wiues, thirty or forty Pru.
Mist. Gal.
Thirty good sweete
895
Of an ill bargaine lets saue what we can,
Ile pay it him with my teares, he was a man
When first I knew him of a meeke spirit,
All goodnesse is not yet dryd vp I hope.
Maist. Gall.
He shall haue thirty pound, let that stop all:
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Loues sweets tast best, when we haue drunke downe Gall.
Enter Maister Tiltyard, and his wife, Maister Goshawke, and Mistresse Openworke.
Gods so, our friends; come, come, smoth your cheeke;
After a storme the face of heauen looks sleeke.
Maist. Tilt.
Did I not tell you these turtles were together?
Mist. Tilt.
How dost thou sirra? why sister Gallipot?
Mist. Open.
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Lord how shee's chang'd?
Maist. Gal.
Yes indeed la sir, very ill, very ill, neuer worse,
Mist. Tilt.
How her head burnes, feele how her pulses work.
Mist. Open.
Sister lie downe a little, that alwaies does mee good.
Mist. Tilt.
In good sadnesse I finde best ease in that too,
910
Has shee laid some hot thing to her Stomach?
Mist. Gal.
No, but I will lay something anon.
Maist. Tilt.
Come, come fooles, you trouble her, shal's goe Maister Goshawke?
Gosh.
Yes sweete Maister Tiltyard; sirra Rosamond I hold my life Gallipot hath vext his wife.
Mist. Open.
Shee has a horrible high colour indeed.
Gosh.
Wee shall haue your face painted with the same red soone at night, when your husband
comes from his rubbers in a false alley; thou wilt not beleeue me that his bowles
run with a wrong byas.
Mist. Open.
It cannot sinke into mee, that hee feedes vpon stale mutten abroad, hauing better
and fresher at home.
Gosh.
What if I bring thee, where thou shalt see him stand at racke and manger?
Mist. Open.
Ile saddle him in's kind, and spurre him till hee kicke againe.
Gosh.
Shall thou and I ride our iourney then.
Gosh.
No more; come Maister Tiltyard, shall we leape into the stirrops with our women, and amble home?
Mist. Tilt.
Introth sister, I hope you will do well for all this.
Mist. Gal.
I hope I shall: farewell good sister: sweet Maister Goshawke.
Maist. Gal.
Welcome brother, most kindlie welcome sir.
Omnes
Thankes sir for our good cheere.
Exeunt all but Gallipot and his wife.
Maist. Gal.
It shall be so, because a crafty knaue
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Shall not out reach me, nor walke by my dore
With my wife arme in arme, as 'twere his whoore,
I'le giue him a golden coxcombe, thirty pound:
Tush Pru what's thirty pound? sweete ducke looke cheerely.
Mist. Gal.
Thou art worthy of my heart thou bui'st it deerely.
Enter Laxton muffled.
Lax.
Vds light the tide's against me, a pox of your Potticarishp: oh for some glister to
set him going; 'tis one of Hercules labours, to tread one of these Cittie hennes, because their cockes are stil crowing
ouer them; there's no turning tale here, I must on.
Mist. Gal.
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Oh, husband see he comes.
Maist. Gal.
Be you blest too sir if you come in peace.
Lax.
Haue you any good pudding Tobacco sir?
Mist. Gal.
930
Oh picke no quarrels gentle sir, my husband
Is not a man of weapon, as you are,
He knowes all, I haue opned all before him, concerning you.
Lax.
Zounes has she showne my letters.
Mist Gal.
Suppose my case were yours, what would you do.
935
At such a pinch, such batteries, such assaultes▪
Of father, mother, kinred, to dissolue
The knot you tyed, and to be bound to him?
How could you shift this storme off?
Mist. Gal.
940
Besides a story of your death was read
Each minute to me.
Lax.
What a pox meanes this ridling?
Maist. Gal.
Be wise sir, let not you and I be tost
On Lawiers pens; they haue sharpe nibs and draw
945
Mens very heart bloud from them; what need you sir
To beate the drumme of my wifes infamy,
And call your friends together sir to prooue
Your precontact, when sh'has confest it?
Lax.
Vmh sir, — has she confest it?
Maist. Gal.
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Sh'has 'faith to me sir, vpon your letter sending.
Lax.
If I let this yron coole call me slaue,
Do you heare, you dame Prudence? think'st thou vile woman
I'le take these blowes and winke?
Lax.
You goatish slaues,
No wilde foule to cut vp but mine?
Maist. Gal.
960
Alas sir,
You make her flesh to tremble, fright her not,
Shee shall do reason, and what's fit.
Lax.
I'le haue thee, wert thou more common
Then an hospitall, and more diseased. —
Maist. Gal.
965
But one word good sir.
Maist. Gal.
I married her, haue line with her, and got
Two children on her body, thinke but on that;
Haue you so beggarly an appetite
970
When I vpon a dainty dish haue fed
To dine vpon my scraps, my leauings? ha sir?
Do I come neere you uow sir?
Maist. Gal.
Would not you scorne to weare my cloathes sir?
Maist. Gal.
Then pray sir weare not her, for shee's a garment
So fitting for my body, I'me loath
Another should put it on, you will vndoe both.
Your letter (as shee said) complained you had spent
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In quest of her, some thirty pound, I'le pay it;
Shall that sir stop this gap vp twixt you two?
Lax.
Well if I swallow this wrong, let her thanke you:
The mony being paid sir, I am gon:
Farewell, oh women happy's hee trusts none.
Mist. Gall.
985
Dispatch him hence sweete husband.
Maist. Gal.
Yes deere wife: pray sir come in, ere Maister
Thou shalt in wine drinke to him,
Exit Maister Gallipot and his Laxton part
Mist. Gal.
With all my heart; — how dost thou like my wit?
Lax.
Rarely, that wile
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By which the Serpent did the first woman beguile,
Did euer since, all womens bosomes fill;
Y'are apple eaters all, deceiuers still.
Exit Laxton.
Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue: Sir Dauy Dapper, Sir Adam Appleton, at one dore, and Trapdore at another doore.
Alex.
Out with your tale Sir Dauy, to Sir Adam.
A Knaue is in mine eie deepe in my debt.
Sir Da.
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Nay: if hee be a knaue sir, hold him fast.
Alex.
Speake softly, what egge is there hatching now.
Trap.
A Ducks egge sir, a ducke that has eaten a frog, I haue crackt the shell, and some
villany or other will peep out presently; the ducke that sits is the bouncing Rampe
(that Roaring Girle my Mistresse) the drake that must tread is your sonne Sebastian.
Trap.
As the tongue of an oister wench.
Alex.
And see thy newes be true.
Trap.
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As a barbars euery satterday night — mad Mol.
Trap.
Must be let in without knocking at your backe gate.
Trap.
Your chamber will be made baudy.
Trap.
Shee comes in a shirt of male.
Trap.
Yes sir or a male shirt, that's to say in mans apparell.
Trap.
Close to your sonne: your sonne and her Moone will be in coniunction, if all Alminacks
lie not, her blacke saueguard is turned into a deepe sloppe, the holes of her vpper
body to button holes, her wastcoate to a dublet, her placket to the ancient seate
of a codpice, and you shall take 'em both with standing collers.
Trap.
As euery throng is sure of a pick-pocket, as sure as a whoore is of the clyents all
Michaelmas Tearme, and of the pox after the Tearme.
Alex.
The time of their tilting?
Alex.
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Away ply it, watch her.
Trap.
As the diuell doth for the death of a baud, I'le watch her, do you catch her.
Alex.
Shee's fast: heere weaue thou the nets; harke,
Alex.
I told them thou didst owe mee money; hold it vp:
Trap.
Stifly; as a Puritan does contention,
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Foxe I owe thee not the value of a halfepenny halter.
Alex.
Thou shalt be hang'd in't ere thou scape so.
Varlet I'le make thee looke through a grate.
Trap.
I'le do't presently, through a Tauerne grate, drawer: pish.
Exit Trapdore
Adam.
Has the knaue vext you sir?
Alex.
Askt him my mony,
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He sweares my sonne receiu'd it: oh that boy
Will nere leaue heaping sorrowes on my heart,
Till he has broke it quite.
Adam.
1030
But he has left
His old haunt with that baggage.
Alex.
Worse still and worse,
He laies on me his shame, I on him my curse.
S. Dauy.
My sonne Iacke Dapper then shall run with him,
1035
All in one pasture.
Adam.
Proues your sonne bad too sir?
S. Dauy.
As villany can make him: your Sebastian
Doares but on one drabb, mine on a thousand,
A noyse of fiddlers, Tobacco, wine and a whoore,
1040
A Mercer that will let him take vp more,
Dyce, and a water spaniell with a Ducke: oh,
Bring him a bed with these, when his purse gingles,
Roaring boyes follow at's tale, fencers and ningles,
(Beasts Adam nere gaue name to) these horse-leeches sucke
1045
My sonne, he being drawne dry, they all liue on smoake.
S. Dauy
Right, but I haue in my braine
A windmill going that shall grind to dust
The follies of my sonne, and make him wise,
1050
Or a starke foole; pray lend me your aduise.
Both.
That shall you good sir Dauy.
S. Dauy.
Heere's the sprindge
Iha set to catch this woodcocke in: an action
In a false name (vnknowne to him) is entred.
1055
I'th Counter to arrest Iacke Dapper.
S. Dauy.
Thinke you the Counter cannot breake him?
Adam.
Breake him?
Yes and brēake's heart too if he lie there long.
S. Dauy.
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I'le make him sing a Counter tenor sure.
Adam.
No way to tame him like it, there hee shall learne
What mony is indeed, and how to spend it.
Alex.
I, yet knowes not how to mend it,
1065
Bedlam cures not more madmen in a yeare,
Then one of the Counters does, men pay more deere
There for there wit then any where; a Counter
Why 'tis an vniuersity, who not sees?
As schollers there, so heere men take degrees,
1070
And follow the same studies (all alike.)
Schollers learne first Logicke and Rhetoricke.
So does a prisoner; with fine honied speech
At's first comming in he doth perswade, beseech,
He may be lodg'd with one that is not itchy;
1075
To lie in a cleane chamber, in sheets not lowsy,
But when he has no money, then does he try,
By subtile Logicke, and quaint sophistry,
To make the keepers trust him.
Alex.
1080
Then hee's a graduate.
Alex.
Then is he held a freshman and a sot,
And neuer shall commence, but being still bar'd
Be expulst from the Maisters side, toth' twopenny ward,
1085
Or else i'th hole, beg plac't.
Adam.
When then I pray proceeds a prisoner.
Alex.
When mony being the theame,
He can dispute with his hard creditors hearts,
And get out cleere, hee's then a Maister of Arts;
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Sir Dauy send your sonne to Woodstreet Colledge,
A Gentleman can no where get more knowledge.
S. Dauy.
There Gallants study hard.
S. Dauy.
'lies bith' heeles i'faith, thankes, thankes, I ha sent
1095
For a couple of beares shall paw him.
Enter Seriant Curtilax and Yeoman Hanger.
S. Dauy.
They looke like puttocks, these should be they.
Alex.
I know 'em, they are officers, sir wee'l leaue you.
S. Dauy.
My good knights.
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Leaue me, you see I'me haunted now with spirits.
Exeunt Alex. and Adam,
Curt.
This old muzzle chops should be he
By the fellowes discription: Saue you sir.
S. Dauy.
Come hither you mad varlets, did not my man tell you I watcht here for you.
Curt.
One in a blew coate sir told vs, that in this place an old Gentleman would watch for
vs, a thing contrary to our oath, for we are to watch for euery wicked member in a
Citty.
S. Dauy.
You'l watch then for ten thousand, what's thy name honesty?
S. Dauy.
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An excellent name for a Seriant, Curtilax.
Seriants indeed are weapons of the law,
When prodigall ruffians farre in debt are growne,
Should not you cut them; Cittizens were orethrowne,
Thou dwel'st hereby in Holborne Curtilax.
Curt.
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That's my circuit sir, I coniure most in that circle.
S. Dauy.
And what yong toward welp is this?
Hang.
Of the same litter, his yeoman sir, my name's Hanger.
S. Dauy.
Yeoman Hanger.
One paire of sheeres sure cut out both your coates,
1115
You haue two names most dangerous to mens throates,
You two are villanous loades on Gentlemens backs,
Deere ware, this Hanger and this Curtilax.
Curt.
We are as other men are sir, I cannot see but hee who makes a show of honesty and
religion, if his clawes can fasten to his liking, he drawes bloud; all that liue in
the world, are but great fish and little fish, and feede vpon one another, some eate
vp whole men, a Seriant cares but for the shoulder of a man, they call vs knaues and
curres, but many times hee that sets vs on, worries more lambes one yeare, then we
do in seuen.
S. Dauy.
Spoke like a noble Cerberus, is the action entred?
Hang.
His name is entred in the booke of vnbeleeuers.
Curt.
The booke where all prisoners names stand, and not one amongst forty, when he comes
in, beleeues to come out in hast.
S. Da.
Be as dogged to him as your office allowes you to be.
S. Dauy.
You know the vnthrift Iacke Dapper.
Curt.
I, I, sir, that Gull? aswell as I know my yeoman.
S. Dauy.
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And you know his father too, Sir Dauy Dapper?
Curt.
As damn'd a vsurer as euer was among Iewes; if hee were sure his fathers skinne would
yeeld him any money, hee would when he dyes flea it off, and sell it to couer drummes
for children at Bartholmew faire.
S. Dauy.
What toades are these to spit poyson on a man to his face? doe you see (my honest
rascals?) yonder gray-hound is the dog he hunts with, out of that Tauerne Iacke Dapper will sally sa, sa; giue the counter, on, set vpon him.
Both.
Wee'l charge him vppo'th backe sir.
S. Dauy.
Take no baile, put mace enough into his caudle, double your files, trauerse your ground.
S. Dauy.
There boy, there boy, away: looke to your prey my trew English wolues, and and so
I vanish.
Exit S. Dauy
Curt.
Some warden of the Seriants begat this old fellow vpon my life, stand close.
Hang.
1130
Shall the ambuscado lie in one place?
Enter Mol and Trapdore.
Trap.
What sayes my braue Captaine male and female?
Mol.
This Holborne is such a wrangling streete,
Trap.
1135
Thats because Lawiers walkes to and fro in't.
Mol.
Heere's such iustling, as if euery one wee met were drunke and reel'd.
Trap.
Stand Mistresse do you not smell carrion?
Mol.
Carryon? no, yet I spy rauens.
Trap.
Some poore winde-shaken gallant will anon fall into sore labour, and these men-midwiues
must bring him to bed i'the counter, there all those that are great with child with
debts, lie in.
Mol.
Peeping? it shall go hard huntsmen, but I'le spoyle your game, they looke for all
the world like two infected maltmen comming muffled vp in their cloakes in a frosty
morning to London.
Trap.
A course, Captaine; a beare comes to the stake.
Enter Iacke Dapper and Gul.
Mol.
It should bee so, for the dogges struggle to bee let loose.
Moll.
1145
Harke Trapdore, follow your leader.
Iacke Dap.
Did'st euer see such an asse as I am boy?
Gul.
No by my troth sir, to loose all your mony, yet haue false dice of your owne, why
'tis as I saw a great fellow vsed t'other day, he had a faire sword and buckler, and
yet a butcher dry beate him with a cudgell.
Both.
Honest Serieant fly, flie Maister Dapper you'l be arrested else.
Gul.
1150
Run Maister, Gull followes you.
Exit Dapper and Gull.
Curt.
I know you well enough, you'r but a whore to hang vpon any man.
Mol.
Whores then are like Serieants, so now hang you, draw rogue, but strike not: for a
broken pate they'l keepe their beds, and recouer twenty markes damages.
Curt.
You shall pay for this rescue, runne downe shoelane and meete him.
Trap.
Shu, is this a rescue Gentlemen or no?
Mol.
Rescue? a pox on 'em, Trapdore let's away,
I'me glad I haue done perfect one good worke to day,
If any Gentleman be in Scriueners bands,
1155
Send but for Mol, she'll baile him by these hands.
Exeunt.
Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue solus.
Alex.
Vnhappy in the follies of a sonne,
Led against iudgement, sence, obedience,
And all the powers of noblenesse and wit;
Enter Trapdore
Oh wretched father, now Trapdore will she come?
Trap.
1160
In mans apparell sir, I am in her heart now,
And share in all her secrets.
Alex.
Peace, peace, peace.
Here take my Germane watch, hang't vp in sight,
That I may see her hang in English for't.
Trap.
1165
I warrant you for that now, next Sessions rids her sir,
This watch will bring her in better then a hundred constables.
Alex.
Good Trapdore saist thou so, thou cheer'st my heart
After a storme of sorrow, — my gold chaine too,
Here take a hundred markes in yellow linkes.
Trap.
1170
That will do well to bring the watch to light sir.
And worth a thousand of your Headborowes lanthornes.
Alex.
Place that a'the Court cubbart, let it lie
Full in the veiw of her theefe-whoorish eie.
Trap.
Shee cannot misse it sir, I see't so plaine, that I could steal't my selfe.
Alex.
Perhaps thou shalt too,
1175
That or something as weighty; what shee leaues,
Thou shalt come closely in, and filch away,
And all the weight vpon her backe I'le lay.
Trap.
You cannot assure that sir.
Trap.
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Being a stout girle, perhaps shee'l desire pressing,
Then all the weight must ly vpon her belly.
Alex.
Belly or backe I care not so I'ue one.
Trap.
You'r of my minde for that sir.
Alex.
Hang vp my ruffe band with the diamond at it,
1185
It may be shee'l like that best.
Trap.
It's well for her, that shee must haue her choice, hee thinkes nothing too good for
her, if you hold on this minde a little longer, it shall bee the first worke I doe
to turne theefe my selfe; would do a man good to be hang'd when he is so wel prouided
for.
Alex.
So, well sayd; all hangs well, would shee hung so too,
The sight would please me more, then all their gilsterings:
Oh that my mysteries to such streights should runne,
That I must rob my selfe to blesse my sonne.
Exeunt.
Enter Sebastian, with Mary Fitz-Allard like a page, and Mol.
Seb.
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Thou hast done me a kind office, without touch
Either of sinne or shame, our loues are honest.
Mol.
I'de scorne to make such shift to bring you together else.
Seb.
Now haue I time and opportunity
Without all feare to bid thee welcome loue.
Kisse.
Mary.
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Neuer with more desire and harder venture.
Mol.
How strange this shewes one man to kisse another.
Seb.
I'de kisse such men to chuse Moll,
Me thinkes a womans lip tasts well in a dublet:
Mol.
Many an old madam has the better fortune then,
1200
Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came,
If that will help 'em, as you thinke 'twill do,
They'l learne in time to plucke on the hose too.
Seb.
The older they waxe Moll, troth I speake seriously,
As some haue a conceit their drinke tasts better
1205
In an outlandish cup then in our owne,
So me thinkes euery kisse she giues me now
In this strange forme, is worth a paire of two,
Here we are safe, and furthest from the eie
Of all suspicion, this is my fathers chamber,
1210
Vpon which floore he neuer steps till night.
Here he mistrusts me not, nor I his comming,
At mine owne chamber he still pries vnto me,
My freedome is not there at mine owne finding,
Still checkt and curb'd, here he shall misse his purpose.
Mol.
1215
And what's your businesse now, you haue your mind sir;
At your great suite I promisd you to come,
I pittied her for names sake, that a Moll
Should be so crost in loue, when there's so many,
That owes nine layes a peece, and not so little:
1220
My taylor fitted her, how like you his worke?
Seb.
So well, no Art can mend it, for this purpose,
But to thy wit and helpe we're chiefe in debt,
And must liue still beholding.
Mol.
Any honest pitty
1225
I'me willing to bestow vpon poore Ring-doues.
Seb.
I'le offer no worse play.
Moll.
Nay and you should sir,
I should draw first and prooue the quicker man,
Seb.
Hold, there shall neede no weapon at this meeting,
1230
But cause thou shalt not loose thy fury idle,
Heere take this viall, runne vpon the guts,
And end thy quarrell singing.
Mol.
Like a swan aboue bridge,
For looke you heer's the bridge, and heere am I.
Mary.
I'ue heard her much commended sir, for one that was nere taught.
Mol.
I'me much beholding to 'em, well since you'l needes put'vs together sir, I'le play
my part as wel as I can; it shall nere be said I came into a Gentlemans chamber, and
let his instrument hang by the walls.
Seb.
Why well said Mol i'faith, it had bene a shame for that Gentleman then, that would haue let it hung
still, and nere offred thee it.
Mol.
There it should haue bene stil then for Mol, for though the world iudge impudently of mee, I nere came into that chamber yet,
where I tooke downe the instrument my selfe.
Seb.
Pish let'em prate abroad, th'art heere where thou art knowne and lou'd, there be a
thousand close dames that wil cal the viall an vnmannerly instrument for a woman,
and therefore talke broadly of thee, when you shall haue them sit wider to a worse
quality.
Mol.
Push, I euer fall a sleepe and thinke not of'em sir, and thus I dreame.
Seb.
Prithee let's heare thy dreame Mol.
Mol.
I dreame there is a Mistresse,
And she layes out the money,
The song.
Shee goes vnto her Sisters,
1240
Shee neuer comes at any.
Enter Sir Alexander behind them Shee sayes shee went to'th Bursse for patternes, You shall finde her at Saint Katherns, And comes home with neuer a penny.
Seb.
That's a free Mistresse 'faith.
Alex.
I, I, I, like her that sings it, one of thine own choosing.
Mol.
But shall I dreame againe?
Here comes a wench will braue ye,
1245
Her courage was so great,
Shee lay with one o'the Nauy,
Her husband lying i'the Fleet.
Yet oft with him she cauel'd,
I wonder what shee ailes,
1250
Her husbands ship lay grauel'd,
When her's could hoyse vp sailes,
Yet shee beganne like all my foes,
To call whoore first: for so do those;
A pox of all false tayles.
Mol.
Hang vp the viall now sir: all this while I was in a dreame, one shall lie rudely
then; but being awake, I keepe my legges together; a watch, what's a clocke here.
Moll.
Betweene one and two; nay then I care not: a watch and a musitian are cossen Germanes
in one thing, they must both keepe time well, or there's no goodnesse in 'em, the
one else deserues to be dasht against a wall, and tother to haue his braines knockt
out with a fiddle case, what? a loose chaine and a dangling Diamond.
ErrorMetrica
Here were a braue booty for an euening-theefe now,
There's many a younger brother would be glad
1260
To looke twice in at a window for't,
And wriggle in and out, like an eele in a sandbag,
Oh if mens secret youthfull faults should iudge 'em,
'T would be the general'st execution,
That ere was seene in England; there would bee but few left to sing the ballets, there
would be so much worke: most of our brokers would be chosen for hangmen, a good day
for them: they might renew their wardrops of free cost then.
Seb.
This is the roaring wench must do vs good.
Mary.
No poyson sir but serues vs for some vse, which is confirm'd in her.
Seb.
1265
Peace, peace, foot I did here him sure, where ere he be.
Seb.
My father, 'twas like a sight of his, I must be wary,
Alex.
No wilt not be, am I alone so wretched
That nothing takes? I'le put him to his plundge for't.
Seb.
1270
Life, heere he comes, — sir I beseech you take it,
Your way of teaching does so much content me,
I'le make it foure pound, here's forty shillings sir.
I thinke I name it right: helpe me good Mol,
Forty in hand.
Mol.
1275
Sir you shall pardon me,
I haue more of the meanest scholler I can teach,
This paies me more, then you haue offred yet.
Seb.
At the next quarter
When I receiue the meanes my father 'lowes me.
1280
You shall haue tother forty,
Alex.
This were well now,
Wer't to a man, whose sorrowes had blind eies,
But mine behold his follies and vntruthes,
With two cleere glasses — how now?
Seb.
You'r come in good time sir, I'ue a suite to you,
I'de craue your present kindnesse.
Seb.
1290
A Gentleman, a musitian sir, one of excellent fingring.
Alex.
I, I thinke so, I wonder how they scapt her.
Seb.
Has the most delicate stroake sir,
Alex.
A stroake indeed, I feele it at my heart,
Seb.
Puts downe all your famous musitians.
Alex.
1295
I, a whoore may put downe a hundred of 'em.
Seb.
Forty shillings is the agrement sir betweene vs,
Now sir, my present meanes, mounts but to halfe on't.
Alex.
And he stands vpon the whole.
Alex.
1300
And will doe still, hee'l nere be in other taile,
Seb.
Therefore I'de stop his mouth sir, and I could,
Alex.
Hum true, there is no other way indeed,
His folly hardens, shame must needs succeed.
Now sir I vnderstand you professe musique.
Mol.
1305
I am a poore seruant to that liberall science sir.
Mol.
Right against Cliffords Inne.
Alex.
Hum that's a fit place for it: you haue many schollers.
Mol.
And some of worth, whom I may call my maisters.
Alex.
I true, a company of whooremaisters; you teach to sing too?
Alex.
I thinke you'l finde an apt scholler of my sonne, especially for pricke-song.
Alex.
I am sory for't, I haue the lesse for that: you can play any lesson.
Alex.
There's a thing called the witch, can you play that?
Mol.
I would be sory any one should mend me in't.
Alex.
1315
I, I beleeue thee, thou hast so bewitcht my sonne,
No care will mend the worke that thou hast done,
I haue bethought my selfe since my art failes,
I'le make her pollicy the Art to trap her.
Here are foure Angels markt with holes in them
1320
Fit for his crackt companions, gold he will giue her,
These will I make induction to her ruine,
And rid shame from my house, griefe from my heart
Here sonne, in what you take content and pleasure,
Want shall not curbe you, pay the Gentleman
1325
His latter halfe in gold.
Alex.
Oh may the operation an't, end three,
In her, life: shame, in him; and griefe, in mee.
Exit Alexander.
Seb.
Faith thou shalt haue'em 'tis my fathers guift,
1330
Neuer was man beguild with better shift.
Mol.
Hee that can take mee for a male musitian,
I cannot choose but make him my instrument,
And play vpon him.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Mistresse Gallipot, and Mistresse Openworke.
Mi. Gal.
Is then that bird of yours (Maister Goshawke) so wild?
Mist. Open.
A Goshawke, a Puttocke; all for prey: he angles for fish, but he loues flesh better.
Mist. Gal.
Is't possible his smoth face should haue wrinckles in't, and we not see them?
Mist. Open.
Possible? why haue not many handsome legges in silke stockins villanous splay feete
for all their great roses?
Mist. Gal.
1335
Troth firra thou saist true.
Mist. Op.
Didst neuer see an archer (as tho'ast walkt by Bun-hill) looke a squint when he drew
his bow?
Mist. Gal.
Yes, when his arrowes haue flin'e toward Islington, his eyes haue shot cleane contrary
towards Pimlico.
Mist. Open.
For all the world so does Maister Goshawke double with me.
Mist. Gal.
Oh fie vpon him, if he double once he's not for me.
Mist. Open.
Because Goshawke goes in a shag-ruffe band, with a face sticking vp in't, which showes like an agget
set in acrampe ring, he thinkes I'me in loue with him.
Mist. Gal.
'Las I thinke he takes his marke amisse in thee.
Mist. Open.
He has by often beating into me made mee beleeue that my husband kept a whore.
Mist. Open.
Swore to me that my husband this very morning went in a boate with a tilt ouer it,
to the three pidgions at Brainford, and his puncke with him vnder his tilt.
Mist. Open.
I beleeu'd it, fell a swearing at him, curssing of harlots, made me ready to hoyse
vp saile, and be there as soone as hee.
Mist. Open.
And for that voyage Goshawke comes hither incontinently, but sirra this water-spaniell diues after no ducke but
me, his hope is hauing mee at Braineford to make mee cry quack.
Mist. Open.
Sure of it? my poore innocent Openworke came in as I was poking my ruffe, presently hit I him i'the teeth with the three
pidgions: he forswore all, I vp and opened all, and now stands he (in a shop hard
by) like a musket on a rest, to hit Goshawke i'the eie, when he comes to fetch me to the boate.
Mist. Gal.
Such another lame Gelding offered to carry mee through thicke and thinne, (Laxton sirra) but I am ridd of him now.
Mist. Open.
Happy is the woman can bee ridde of 'em all; 'las what are your whisking gallants
to our husbands, weigh 'em rightly man for man.
Mist. Gall.
Troth meere shallow things.
Mist. Open.
Idle simple things, running heads, and yet let 'em run ouer vs neuer so fast, we shop-keepers
(when all's done) are sure to haue 'em in our pursnets at length, and when they are
in, Lord what simple animalls they are.
Mist. Open.
1345
Then they write letters.
Mist. Open.
Then they deale vnder hand with vs, and wee must ingle with our husbands a bed, and
wee must sweare they are our cosens, and able to do vs a pleasure at Court.
Mist. Gal.
And yet when wee haue done our best, al's but put into a riuen dish, wee are but frumpt
at and libell'd vpon.
Mist. Open.
Oh if it were the good Lords will, there were a law made, no Cittizen should trust
any of'em all.
Enter Goshawke.
Mist. Gal.
Hush sirra, Goshawke flutters.
Mist. Open.
Nay are you ready? a little thing you see makes vs ready.
Gosh.
Vs? why, must shee make one i'the voiage?
Mist. Open.
Oh by any meanes, do I know how my husband will handle mee?
Gosh.
'Foot, how shall I find water, to keepe these two mils going? Well since you'l needs
bee clapt vnder hatches, if I sayle not with you both till all split, hang mee vp
at the maine yard, & duck mee; it's but lickering them both soundly, & then
you shall see their corke heeles flie vp high, like two swannes when their tayles
are aboue water, and their long neckes vnder water, diuing to catch gudgions: come,
come, oares stand ready, the tyde's with vs, on with those false faces, blow winds
and thou shalt take thy husband, casting out his net to catch fresh Salmon at Brainford.
Mist. Gal.
I beleeue you'l eate of a coddes head of your owne dressing, before you reach halfe
way thither.
Gosh.
1350
So, so, follow close, pin as you go.
Enter Laxton muffled.
Lax.
I must haue a bout with your Poticariship,
Lax.
1355
I must speake with you.
Mist. Gal.
Shall? away soust Sturgion, halfe fish, halfe flesh.
Lax.
'Faith gib, are you spitting, I'le cut your tayle puscat for this,
Mist. Gal.
'Las poore Laxton, I thinke thy tayle's cut already: your worst;
Exit Laxton.
Gosh.
1360
Come, ha'you done?
Enter Maister Openworke.
Sfoote Rosamond, your husband. welcome,
Maist. Open.
How now? sweete Maist Goshawke, none more
I haue wanted your embracements: when friends meete,
The musique of the spheares sounds not more sweete,
1365
Then does their conferenc: who is this? Rosamond:
Wife: how now sister?
Mist. Open.
Does a maske grieue you sir?
Mist. Open.
Then y'are best get you a mumming.
Gosh.
S'foote you'l spoyle all.
Mist. Gall.
May not wee couer our bare faces with maskes
As well as you couer your bald heads with hats?
Ma. Op.
1375
No maskes, why, th'are theeues to beauty, that rob
Of admiration in which true loue eies
Why are maskes worne? why good? or why desired?
Vnlesse by their gay couers wits are fiered
To read the vild'st lookes; many bad faces,
1380
(Because rich gemmes are treasured vp in cases)
Passe by their priuiledge currant, but as caues
Dambe misers Gold, so maskes are beauties graues,
Men nere meete women with such muffled eies,
But they curse her, that first did maskes deuise,
1385
And sweare it was some beldame. Come off with't.
Maist. Open.
Good faces maskt are Iewels kept by spirits.
Hide none but bad ones, for they poyson mens sights,
Show then as shop-keepers do their broidred stuffe,
1390
(By owle light) fine wares cannot be open enough,
Prithee (sweete Rose) come strike this sayle.
Maist. Op.
Ha? yes wife strike saile, for stormes are in thine
Mist. Open.
Th'are here sir in my browes if any rise.
Maist. Open.
1395
Ha browes? (what sayes she friend) pray tel me
Your two flagges were aduaunst; the why
Come what's the Comedy?
Mist. Open.
1400
'Tis Westward hoe shee saies.
Mist. Open.
Is't Market day at Braineford, and your ware not sent vp yet?
Maist. Open.
What market day? what ware?
Mist. Open.
Apy with three pidgions in't, 'tis drawne and staies your cutting vp.
Mist. Open.
1405
Yes letcherous goate; Baboone.
Maist. Open.
Baboone? then tosse mee in a blancket,
Gosh.
Belike sir shee's not well; best leaue her.
Maist. Open.
1410
No,
I'le stand the storme now how fierce so ere it blow.
Mist. Open.
Did I for this loose all my friends? refuse
Rich hopes, and golden fortunes, to be made
A stale to a common whore?
Maist. Open.
1415
This does amaze mee.
Mist. Open.
Oh God, oh God, feede at reuersion now?
A Strumpets leauing?
Gosh.
I sweate, wo'ld I lay in cold harbour.
Mist. Open.
Thou hast struck ten thousand daggers through my heart.
Maist. Open.
1420
Not I by heauen sweete thee
Mist. Open.
Go diuel go; that which thou swear'st by, damnes
Gosh.
S'heart will you vndo mee?
Mist. Open.
Why stay you heere? the starre, by which you saile, shines yonder aboue Chelsy; you loose your shore if this moone light you: seeke out your light whore.
Gosh,
1425
Zounds now hell roares.
Mist. Open.
With whom you tilted in a paire of oares, this very morning.
Maist. Open.
Racke not my patience: Maister Goshawke, some slaue has buzzed this into her, has he not? I run a tilt in Brainford with a woman? 'tis a lie: What old baud tels thee this? S'death 'tis a lie.
Mist. Open.
'Tis one to thy face shall iustify all that I speake.
Maist. Open.
Vd'soule do but name that rascall.
Gosh.
Keepe thee there girle: — then!
Mist. Open.
Sister know you this varlet?
Maist. Open.
Is there a rogue so low damn'd? a second Iudas? a common hangman? cutting a mans throate? does it to his face? bite mee behind my
backe? a cur dog? sweare if you know this hell-hound.
Mist. Gall.
Not for the world;
To haue you to stab him.
Gosh.
Oh braue girles: worth Gold.
Maist. Open.
1440
A word honest maister Goshawke.
Draw out his sword
Maist. Open.
Keepe off, and if the diuell can giue a name to this new fury, holla it throngh my
eare, or wrap it vp in some hid character: I'le ride to Oxford, and watch out mine eies, but I'le heare the brazen head speak: or else shew me but
one haire of his head or beard, that I may sample it; if the fiend I meet (in myne
owne house) I'le kill him: — the streete.
ErrorMetrica
Or at the Church dore: — there — (cause he seekes to vnty
The knot God fastens) he deserues most to dy.
Maist. Open.
1445
Maister Goshawke, pray sir
Sweare to me, that you know him or know him wiues,
Who makes me at Brainford to take vp a peticote beside my
Gosh.
By heauen that man I know not.
Gosh.
1450
Will you not haue all out?
By heauen I know no man beneath the moon
Should do you wrong, but if I had his name,
I'de print it in text letters.
Mist. Open.
Print thine owne then,
1455
Did'st not thou sweare to me he kept his whoore?
Mist. Gal.
And that in sinfull Brainford they would commit
That which our lips did water at sir, — ha?
Mist. Open.
Thou spider, that hast wouen thy cunning web
In mine owne house t'insnare me: hast not thou
1460
Suck't nourishment euen vnderneath this roofe,
And turned it all to poyson? spitting it,
On thy friends face (my husband?) he as t'were sleeping:
Onely to leaue him vgly to mine eies,
That they might glance on thee.
Mist. Gal.
1465
Speake, are these lies?
Gosh.
Mine owne shame me confounds:
Mist. Open.
No more, hee's stung;
Who'd thinke that in one body there could dwell
Deformitie and beauty, (heauen and hell)
1470
Goodnesse I see is but outside, wee all set,
In rings of Gold, stones that be counterfet:
I thought you none.
Maist. Open.
Truth I doe.
1475
This blemish growes in nature not in you,
For mans creation sticke euen moles in scorne
On fairest cheeks, wife nothing is perfect borne.
Mist. Open.
I thought you had bene borne perfect.
Maist. Open.
What's this whole world but a gilt rotten pill?
1480
For at the heart lies the old chore still.
I'le tell you Maister Goshawke, I in your eie
I haue seene wanton fire, and then to try
The soundnesse of my iudgement, I told you
I kept a whoore, made you beleeue 'twas true,
1485
Onely to feele how your pulse beate, but find,
The world can hardly yeeld a perfect friend.
Come, come, a tricke of youth, and 'tis forgiuen,
This rub put by, our loue shall runne more euen.
Mist. Open,
You'l deale vpon mens wiues no more?
Gosh.
1490
No: — you teach me a tricke for that.
Mist. Open.
Troth do not, they'l o're-reach thee.
Mai. Open.
Make my house yours sir still.
Maist. Open.
I say you shall:
1495
Seeing (thus besieg'd) it holds out, 'twill neuer fall.
Enter Maister Gallipot, and Greenewit like a Somner, Laxton muffled a loofo off.
Greene.
You sir? I haue gon snaffling vp and downe by your dore this houre to watch for you.
Mist. Gall.
What's the matter husband?
Greene.
— I haue caught a cold in my head sir, by sitting vp late in the rose tauerne, but
I hope you vnderstand my speech.
Greene.
I cite you by the name of Hippocrates Gallipot, and you by the name of Prudence Gallipot, to appeare vpon Crastino, doe you see, Crastino sancti Dunstani (this Easter Tearme) in Bow Church.
Maist. Gall.
1500
Where sir? what saies he?
Greene.
Bow: Bow Church, to answere to a libel of precontract on the part and behalfe of the
said Prudence and another; y'are best sir take a coppy of the citation, 'tis but tweluepence.
Maist. Gal.
You pocky-nosed rascall, what slaue fees you to this?
Lax.
Slaue? I ha nothing to do with you, doe you heare sir?
Gosh.
Laxton ist not? — what fagary is this?
Maist. Gal.
Trust me I thought sir this storme long ago had bene full laid, when (if you be remembred)
I paid you the last fifteene pound, besides the thirty you had first, — for then you
swore.
Lax.
Tush, tush sir, oathes,
1505
Truth yet I'me loth to vexe you, — tell you what;
Make vp the mony I had an hundred pound,
And take your belly full of her.
Mist. Gal.
What a 100 pound? he gets none: what a 100 pound?
Maist. Gal.
Sweet Pru be calme, the Gentleman offers thus,
1510
If I will make the monyes that are past
A 100 pound, he will discharge all courts,
And giue his bond neuer to vexe vs more.
Mist. Gal.
A 100 pound? 'Las; take sir but threescore,
Do you seeke my vndoing?
Lax.
I'le not bate one sixpence, — I'le mall you pusse for spitting.
Mist. Gal.
1515
Do thy worst,
Will fourescore stop thy mouth?
Mist. Gal.
Y'are a slaue,
Thou Cheate, I'le now teare mony from thy throat,
1520
Husband lay hold on yonder tauny-coate.
Greene.
Nay Gentlemen, seeing your woemen are so hote, I must loose my haire in their company
I see.
Mist. Ope.
His haire sheds off, and yet he speaks not so much in the nose as he did before.
Gosh.
He has had the better Chirurgion, Maister Greenewit, is your wit so raw as to play no better a part then a Somners?
Maist. Gal.
I pray who playes a knacke to know an honest man in this company?
Mist. Gall.
Deere husband, pardon me, I did dissemble,
Told thee I was his precontracted wife,
When letters came from him for thirty pound,
I had no shift but that.
Maist. Gal.
A very cleane shift: but able to make mee lowsy, On.
Mist. Gal.
Husband, I pluck'd (when he had tempted mee to thinke well of him) Get fethers from
thy wings, to make him flie more lofty.
Maist. Gall.
1525
A'the top of you wife: on.
Mist. Gal.
He hauing wasted them, comes now for more,
Vsing me as a ruffian doth his whore,
Whose sinne keepes him in breath: by heauen I vow,
Thy bed he neuer wrong'd, more then he does now.
Maist. Gal.
My bed? ha, ha, like enough, a shop-boord will serue to haue a cuckolds coate cut
out vpon: of that wee'l talke hereafter: y'are a villaine.
Lax.
1530
Heare mee but speake sir, you shall finde mee none.
Omnes
Pray sir, be patient and heare him.
Maist. Gal.
I am muzzled for biting sir, vse me how you will.
Lax.
The first howre that your wife was in my eye,
My selfe with other Gentlemen sitting by,
1535
(In your shop) tasting smoake, and speech beng vsed,
That men who haue fairest wiues are most abused,
And hardly scapt the horne, your wife maintain'd
That onely such spots in Citty dames were stain'd,
Iustly, but by mens slanders: for her owne part,
1540
Shee vow'd that you had so much of her heart;
No man by all his wit, by any wile,
Neuer so fine spunne, should your selfe be guile,
Of what in her was yours.
Maist. Gal.
Yet Pru 'tis well: play out your game at Irish sir: Who winnes?
Mist. Open.
The triall is when shee comes to bearing:
Lax.
1545
I scorn'd one woman, thus, should braue all men,
And (which more vext me) a shee-citizen.
Therefore I laid siege to her, out she held,
Gaue many a braue repulse, and me compel'd
With shame to sound retrait to my hot lust,
1550
Then seeing all base desires rak'd vp in dust,
And that to tempt her modest eares, I swore
Nere to presume againe: she said, her eie
Would euer giue me welcome honestly,
And (since I was a Gentlman) if it runne low,
1555
Shee would my state relieue, not to o'rethrow
Your owne and hers: did so; then seeing I wrought
Vpon her meekenesse, mee she set at nought,
And yet to try if I could turne that tide,
You see what streame I stroue with, but sir I sweare
1560
By heauen, and by those hopes men lay vp there,
I neither haue, nor had a base intent
To wrong your bed, what's done, is meriment:
Your Gold I pay backe with this interest,
When I had most power to do't I wrong'd you least.
Maist. Gal.
1565
If this no gullery be sir,
Maist. Gal.
Then sir I am beholden (not to you wife)
But Maister Laxton to your want of doing ill,
Which it seemes you haue not Gentlemen,
1570
Tarry and dine here all.
Maist. Open.
Brother, we haue a iest,
As good as yours to furnish out a feast.
Maist. Gal.
Wee'l crowne our table with it: wife brag no more,
Of holding out: who most brags is most whore.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Iacke Dapper, Moll, Sir Beautious Ganymed, and Sir Thomas Long.
Iacke Dap.
But prethee Maister Captaine Iacke be plaine and perspicuous with mee; was it your Megge of Westminsters courage, that rescued mee from the Poultry puttockes indeed.
Mol.
The valour of my wit I ensure you sir fetcht you off brauely, when you werre i'the
forlorne hope among those desperates, Sir Bewtious Ganymed here, and sir Thomas Long heard that cuckoe (my man Trapdore) sing the note of your ransome from captiuty.
Sir Bewt.
1575
Vds so Mol, where's that Trapdore?
Mol.
Hang'd I thinke by this time, a Iustice in this towne, (that speakes nothing but make
a Mittimus a way with him to Newgate) vsed that rogue like a fire-worke to run vpon a line betwixt
him and me.
Mol.
Marry to lay traines of villany to blow vp my life; I smelt the powder, spy'd what
linstocke gaue fire to shoote against the poore Captaine of the Gallifoyst, &
away slid I my man, like a shouell-board shilling, hee stroutes vp and downe the suburbes
I thinke: and eates vp whores: feedes vpon a bauds garbadg.
T. Long.
Thou hadst a sweet fac't boy haile fellow with thee to your little Gull: how is he spent?
Iack. Dap.
Troth I whistled the poore little buzzard of a my fist, because when hee wayted vpon
mee at the ordinaries, the gallants hit me i'the teeth still, and said I lookt like
a painted Aldermans tomb, and the boy at my elbow like a deaths head. Sirra Iacke, Mol.
Mol.
What saies my little Dapper?
Sir Bewt.
1580
Come, come, walke and talke, walke and talke.
Iack. Dap.
Mol and I'le be i'the midst.
Mol.
These Knights shall haue squiers places belike then: well Dapper what say y ou?
Iack. Dap.
Sirra Captaine mad Mary, the gull my owne father (Dapper) Sir Dauy) laid these London boote-halers the catch poles in ambush to set vpon mee.
Iack. Dap.
By the tassels of this handkercher 'tis true, and what was his warlicke stratageme
thinke you? hee thought because a wicker cage tames a nightingale, a lowsy prison
could make an asse of mee.
Iack. Dap.
I; as though a Counter, which is a parke, in which all the wilde beasts of the Citty
run head by head could tame mee.
Enter the Lord Noland.
Moll.
Yonder comes my Lord Noland.
L. Nol.
Well met Gentlemen all, good Sir Bewtious Ganymed, Sir Thomas Long?, and how does Maister Dapper?
Iack. Dap.
My Lord Noland will you goe to Pimlico with vs? wee are making a boone voyage to that happy land
of spice-cakes
L. Nol.
Heeres such a merry ging, I could find in my heart to saile to the worlds end with
such company, come Gentlemen let's on.
Iack. Dap.
Here's most amorous weather my Lord.
They walke.
Iac. Dap.
Is not amorous a good word?
Enter Trapdore like a poore Souldier with a patch o're one eie, and Teare-Cat with him, all tatters.
Trap.
Shall we set vpon the infantry, these troopes of foot? Zounds yonder comes Mol my whoorish Maister & Mistresse, would I had her kidneys betweene my teeth.
Tear-Cat.
I had rather haue a cow heele.
Trap.
Zounds I am so patcht vp, she cannot discouer mee: wee'l on.
Trap.
Good your Honours, and Worships, enlarge the eares of commiseration, and let the sound
of a hoarse military organ-pipe, penetrate your pittiful bowels to extract out of
them so many small drops of siluer, as may giue a hard strawbed lodging to a couple
of maim'd souldiers.
T Cat.
1595
In both our neather limbs.
Mol.
Come, come, Dapper, lets giue 'em something, las poore men, what mony haue you? by my troth I loue a
souldier with my soule.
Sir Bewt.
Stay, stay, where haue you seru'd?
T. Long.
In any part of the Low countries?
Trap.
Not in the Low countries, if it please your manhood, but in Hungarie against the Turke at the siedge of Belgrad.
L. Nol.
Who seru'd there with you sirra?
Trap.
Many Hungarians, Moldauians, Valachians, and Transiluanians, with some Sclauonians, and retyring home sir, the Venetian Gallies tooke vs prisoners, yet free'd vs, and suffered vs to beg vp and downe the
country.
Iack. Dap.
You haue ambled all ouer Italy then.
Trap.
Oh sir, from Venice to Roma, Uecchio, Bononia, Romania, Bolonia, Modena, Piacenza, and Tuscana, with all her Cities, as Pistoia, Valteria, Mountepulchena, Arrezzo, with the Siennois, and diuerse others.
Mol.
1600
Meere rogues, put spurres to 'em once more.
Iack. Dap.
Thou look'st like a strange creature, a fat butter-box, yet speak'st English,
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T. Cat.
Ick mine Here. Ick bin den ruffling Teare-Cat.
Den, braue Soldade, Ick bin dorick all Dutchlant.
Gueresen: Der Shellum das meere Ine Beasa
1605
Ine woert gaeb.
Ick slaag vin stroakes ou tom Cop.
Dastick Den hundred touzun Diuell halle,
Frollick miue Here.
Sir Bewt.
Here, here, let's be rid of their iobbering,
Moll.
Not a crosse Sir Bewtiout, you base rogues, I haue taken measure of you, better then a taylor can, and I'le
fit you, as you (monster with one eie) haue fitted mee,
Trap.
1610
Your Worship will not abuse a souldier.
Moll.
Souldier? thou deseru'st to bee hang'd vp by that tongue which dishonours so noble
a profession, souldier you skeldering varlet? hold, stand, there should be a trapdore
here abouts.
Pull off his patch
Trap.
The balles of these glasiers of mine (mine eyes) shall be shot vp and downe in any
hot peece of seruice for my inuincible Mistresse.
Iacke Dap.
I did not thinke there had bene such knauery in blacke patches as now I see.
Mol.
Oh sir he hath bene brought vp in the Ile of dogges, and can both fawne like a Spaniell,
and bite like a Mastiue, as hee finds occasion.
L. Nol.
What are you sirra? a bird of this feather too.
T. Cat.
A man beaten from the wars sir.
T. Long.
I thinke so, for you neuer stood to fight.
Iac. Dap.
What's thy name fellow souldier?
T. Cat.
1615
I am cal'd by those that haue seen my valour, Tear-Cat.
Moll.
A meere whip-Iacke, and that is in the Common-wealth of rogues, a slaue, that can
talke of sea-fight, name all your chiefe Pirats, discouer more countries to you, then
either the Dutch, Spanish, French, or English euer found out, yet indeed all his seruice
is by land, and that is to rob a Faire, or some such venturous exploit; Teare-Cat, foot sirra I haue your name now I remember me in my booke of horners, hornes for
the thumbe, you know how.
T. Cat.
No indeed Captaine Mol (for I know you by sight) I am no such nipping Christian, but a maunderer vpon the
pad I confesse, and meeting with honest Trapdore here, whom you had cashierd from bearing armes, out at elbowes vnder your colours,
I instructed him in the rudements of roguery, and by my map made him saile ouer any
Country you can name, so that now he can maunder better then my selfe.
Iack. Dap.
So then Trapdore thou art turn'd souldier now.
Trap.
Alas sir, now there's no warres, 'tis the safest course of life I could take.
Mol.
I hope then you can cant, for by your cudgels, you sirra are an vpright man.
Trap.
As any walkes the hygh way I assure you.
Mol.
And Teare-Cat what are you? a wilde rogue, an angler, or a ruffler?
T. Cat.
Brother to this vpright man, flesh and bloud, ruffling Teare-Cat is my name, and a ruffler is my stile, my title, my profession.
Mol.
Sirra where's your Doxy, halt not with mee.
Omnes
1620
Doxy Mol, what's that?
Trap.
My doxy I haue by the Salomon a doxy, that carries a kitchin mort in her slat at her backe, besides my dell and
my dainty wilde del, with all whom I'le tumble this next darkmans in the strommel,
and drinke ben baufe, and eate a fat gruntling cheate, a cackling cheate, and a quacking
cheate.
Trap.
My doxy stayes for me in a bousing ken, braue Captaine.
Mol.
Hee sayes his wench staies for him in an alehouse: you are no pure rogues.
T. Cat.
Pure rogues? no, wee scorne to be pure rogues, but if you come to our lib ken, or
our stalling ken, you shall finde neither him nor mee, a quire cuffin.
Mol.
So sir, no churle of you.
T. Cat.
No, but a ben caue, a braue caue, a gentry cuffin.
L. Nol.
1625
Call you this canting?
Iack. Dap.
Zounds, I'le giue a schoolemaister halfe a crowne a week, and teach mee this pedlers
French.
Trap.
Do but strowle sir, halfe a haruest with vs sir, and you shall gabble your belly-full.
Mol.
Come you rogue cant with me.
T. Long.
Well sayd Mol, cant with her sirra, and you shall haue mony, else not a penny.
Trap.
I'le haue a bout if she please.
Trap.
Ben mort, shall you and I heaue a booth, mill a ken or nip a bung, and then wee'l
couch a hogshead vnder the Ruffemans, and there you shall wap with me, & Ile niggle
with you.
Mol.
Out you damn'd impudent rascall.
Trap.
Cut benar whiddes, and hold your fambles and your stampes.
L Nol.
Nay, nay, Mol, why art thou angry? what was his gibberish?
Mol.
Marry this my Lord sayes hee; Ben mort (good wench) shal you and I heaue a booth,
mill a ken, or nip a bung? shall you and I rob a house, or cut a purse?
Mol.
And then wee'l couch a hogshead vnder the Ruffe-
And then wee'l lie vnder a hedge.
Trap.
That was my desire Captaine, as 'tis fit a souldier should lie.
Mol.
And there you shall wap with mee, and I'le niggle with you, and that's all.
Sir Bewt.
Nay, nay Mol what's that wap?
Iack. Dap.
Nay teach mee what niggling is, I'de faine bee niggling.
Mol.
Wapping and niggling is all one, the rogue my man can tell you.
Trap.
'Tis fadoodling: if it please you.
Sir Bewt.
1635
This is excellent, one fit more good Moll,
Mol.
Come you rogue sing with me.
A gage of ben Rom-bouse
In a bousing ken of Rom-vile.
T. Cat.
Is Benar then a Caster,
1640
Pecke, pennam, lay or popler,
Which we mill in deuse a vile.
Oh I wud lib all the lightmans.
The song.
Oh I woud lib all the darkemans,
By the sollamon vnder the Ruffemans.
1645
By the sollamon in the Hartmans.
T. Cat.
And scoure the Quire cramp ring,
And couch till a pallyard docked my dell,
So my bousy nab might skew rome bouse well
Auast to the pad, let vs bing,
1650
Auast to the pad, let vs bing.
Iack. Dap.
The grating of ten new cart-wheeles, and the gruntling of fiue hundred hogs cōming
from Rumford market, cannot make a worse noyse then this canting language does in
my eares; pray my Lord Noland, let's giue these souldiers their pay.
Sir Bewt.
Agreed, and let them march.
Mol.
Now I see that you are stal'd to the rogue, and are not ashamed of your professions,
looke you: my Lord Noland heere and these Gentlemen, bestowes vpon you two, two boordes and a halfe, that's
two shillings sixe pence.
Trap.
Thankes to your Lordship.
T. Cat.
1655
Thankes heroicall Captaine.
Trap.
Wee shall cut ben whiddes of your Maisters and Mistreship, wheresoeuer we come.
Moll.
You'l maintaine sirra the old Iustices plot to his face.
Trap.
Else trine me on the cheats: hang me.
Mol.
Be sure you meete mee there.
Trap.
Without any more maundring I'le doo't, follow braue Tear-Cat.
Exeunt they two manet the rest.
T. Cat.
1660
I prae, sequor, let vs go mouse.
L. Nol.
Mol what was in that canting onely milke
Mol.
Troth my Lord, onely a praise of good drinke, the
Which these wilde beasts loue to sucke, and thus it was:
A rich cup of wine, oh it is iuyce Diuine,
1665
More wholesome for the head,: hen meate, drinke, or bread,
To fill my drunken pate, with that, I'de sit vp late,
By the heeles wou'd I lie, vnder a lowsy hedge die,
Let a slaue haue a pull at my whore, so I be full
Of that precious liquor; And a parcell of such stuffe my Lord
1670
Not worth the opening.
Enter a Cutpurse very gallant, with foure or fiue men after him, one with a wand.
L. Nol.
What gallant comes yonder?
T. Long.
Masse I thinke I know him, 'tis one of Cumberland.
1 Cut.
Shall we venture to shuffle in amongst yon heap of Gallants, and strike?
2 Cut.
'Tis a question whether there bee any siluer shels amongst them, for all their sattin
outsides.
Mol.
Pox on him, a gallant? shaddow mee, I know him: 'tis one that cumbers the land indeed;
if hee swimme neere to the shore of any of your pockets, looke to your purses.
Mol.
1675
This braue fellow is no better then a foyst.
Mol.
A diuer with two fingers, a picke-pocket; all his traine study the figging law, that's
to say; cutting of purses and foysting; one of them is a nip, I tooke him once i'the
twopenny gallery at the Fortune; then there's a cloyer, or snap, that dogges any new
brother in that trade, and snappes will haue halfe in any booty; Hee with the wand
is both a stale, whose office is, to face a man i'the streetes, whil'st shels are
drawne by an other, and then with his blacke coniuring rod in his hand, he by the
nimblenesse of his eye and iugling sticke, will in cheaping a peece of plate at a
goldsmithes stall, make foure or fiue ringes mount from the top of his caduceus, and as if it were at leape-frog, they skip into his hand presently.
2. Cut.
Wee are boyl'd, pox on her; see Moll the roaring drabbe.
1. Cut.
All the diseases of sixteene hospitals boyle her: away.
Mol.
Heart, there's a Knight to whom I'me bound for many fauours, lost his purse at the
last new play i'the Swanne, seuen Angels in't, make it good you'r best; do you see?
no more.
1. Cut.
A Sinagogue shall be cal'd Mistresse Mary, disgrace mee not; pacus palabros, I will coniure for you, farewell:
Mol.
Did not I tell you my Lord?
L. Nol.
I wonder how thou cam'st to the knowledge of these nasty villaines.
T. Long.
And why doe the foule mouthes of the world call thee Mol cutpursse? a name, me thinkes, damn'd and odious.
Mol.
1685
Dare any step forth to my face and say,
I haue tane thee doing so Mol? I must confesse,
In younger dayes, when I was apt to stray,
I haue sat amongst such adders; seene their stings,
As any here might, and in full play-houses
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Watcht their quicke-diuing hands, to bring to shame
Such rogues, and in that streame met an ill name:
When next my Lord you spie any one of those,
So hee bee in his Art a scholler, question him,
Tempt him with gold to open the large booke
1695
Of his close villanies: and you your selfe shall cant
Better then poore Mol can, and know more lawes
Of cheaters, lifters, nips, foysts, puggards, curbers,
Withall the diuels blacke guard, then it is fit
Should be discouered to a noble wit.
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I know they haue their orders, offices,
Circuits and circles, vnto which they are bound,
To raise their owne damnation in.
Moll.
As you do, I shew it you, they to me show it.
1705
Suppose my Lord you were in Venice.
Mol.
If some Italian pander there would tell
All the close trickes of curtizans; would not you
Hearken to such a fellow?
Mol.
And here,
Being come from Uenice, to a friend most deare
That were to trauell thither, you would proclaime
Your knowledge in those villanies, to saue
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Your friend from their quicke danger: must you haue
A blacke ill name, because ill things you know,
Good troth my Lord, I am made Mol cut purse so.
How many are whores, in small ruffes and still lookes?
How many chast, whose names fill slanders bookes?
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Were all men cuckolds, whom gallants in their scornes
Cal so, we should not walke for goring hornes,
Perhaps for my madde going some reproue mee,
I please my selfe, and care not else who loues mee.
Omnes
A braue minde Mol i'faith.
T. Long.
1725
Come my Lord, shal's to the Ordinary?
L. Nol.
I, 'tis noone or to the world:
Mol.
Good my Lord, let not my name condemne me to you
A fencer I hope may be cal'd a coward, is he so for that?
If all that haue ill names in London, were to be ther
1730
And to pay but twelue pence a peece to the beadle, I would ra-
Haue his office, then a Constables.
Iack. Dap.
So would I Captaine Moll: 'twere a sweete tickling office i'faith.
Exeunt.
Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue, Goshawke and Greenewit, and others.
Alex.
My sonne marry a theefe, that impudent girle,
Whom all the world sticke their worst eyes vpon?
Greene.
How will your care preuent it?
Gosh.
1735
'Tis impossible.
They marry close, thei'r gone, but none knowes whether.
Alex.
Oh Gentlemen, when ha's a fathers heart-strings
Enter a seruant.
Held out so long from breaking: now what newes sir?
Seruant.
They were met vppo'th water an houre since, sir,
1740
Putting in towards the Sluce.
Alex.
The Sluce? come Gentlemen,
'Tis Lambith workes against vs.
Greene.
And that Lambith, ioynes more mad matches, then your sixe wet townes, twixt that and Windsor-bridge, where fares lye soaking.
Alex.
Delay no time sweete Gentlemen: to Blacke Fryars,
Wee'l take a paire of Oares and make after 'em.
Enter Trapdore.
Trap.
1745
Your sonne, and that bold masculine rampe
My mistresse, are landed now at Tower.
Alex.
Which way Gentlemen shall I bestow my care?
1750
I'me drawne in peeces betwixt deceipt and shame.
Enter sir Fitz-Allard.
Fitz-Alla.
Sir Alexander.
You'r well met, and most rightly serued,
My daughter was a scorne to you.
Fitz-All.
1755
A very abiect, shee poore Gentlewoman,
Your house had bene dishonoured. Giue you ioy sir,
Of your sons Gaskoyne-Bride, you'l be a Grandfather shortly
To a fine crew of roaring sonnes and daughters,
'Twill helpe to stocke the suburbes passing well sir.
Alex.
1760
O play not with the miseries of my heart,
Wounds should be drest and heal'd, not vext, or left
Wide open, to the anguish of the patient,
And scornefull aire let in: rather let pitty
And aduise charitably helpe to refresh 'em.
Fitz-All.
1765
Who'd place his charity so vnworthily.
Like one that giues almes to a cursing beggar,
Had I but found one sparke of goodnesse in you
Toward my deseruing child, which then grew fond
Of your sonnes vertues, I had cased you now.
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But I perceiue both fire of youth and goodnesse,
Are rak'd vp in the ashes of your age,
Else no such shame should haue come neere your house,
Nor such ignoble sorrowe touch your heart,
Alex.
If not for worth, for pitties sake assist mee.
Greene.
1775
You vrge a thing past sense, how can he helpe you?
All his assistance is as fraile as ours,
Full as vncertaine, where's the place that holds 'em?
One brings vs water-newes; then comes an other
With a full charg'd mouth, like a culuerins voyce,
1780
And he reports the Tower; whose sounds are truest?
Gosh.
In vaine you flatter him sir Alexander.
Fitz-All.
I flatter him, Gentlemen you wrong mee grosly.
Greene,
Hee doe's it well i'faith.
Fitz-All.
Both newes are false,
1785
Of Tower or water: they tooke no such way plundges?
Alex.
Oh strange: heare you this Gentlemen, yet more
Fiz-Alla.
Th'are neerer then you thinke for yet more close, then if they were further off.
Alex.
How am I lost in these distractions?
Fitz-Alla.
For your speeches Gentlemen,
In taxing me for rashnesse; fore you all,
1790
I will engage my state to halfe his wealth,
Nay to his sonnes reuenewes, which are lesse,
And yet nothing at all, till they come from him;
That I could (if my will stucke to my power),
Preuent this mariage yet, nay banish her
1795
For euer from his thoughts, much more his armes.
Alex.
Slacke not this goodnesse, though you heap vpon me
Mountaines of malice and reuenge hereafter:
I'de willingly resigne vp halfe my state to him,
So he would marry the meanest drudge I hire.
Greene.
1800
Hee talkes impossibilites, and you beleeue 'em.
Fitz-Alla.
I talke no more, then I know how to finish,
My fortunes else are his that dares stake with me,
The poore young Gentleman I loue and pitty:
And to keepe shame from him, (because the spring
1805
Of his affection was my daughters first,
Till his frowne blasted all,) do but estate him
In those possessions, which your loue and care
Once pointed out for him, that he may haue roome,
To entertaine fortunes of noble birth,
1810
Where now his desperate wants casts him vpon her:
And if I do not for his owne sake chiefly,
Rid him of this disease, that now growes on him,
I'le forfeit my whole state, before these Gentlemen.
Greene.
Troth but you shall not vndertake such matches,
1815
Wee'l perswade so much with you.
Alex.
Heere's my ring,
He will beleeue this token: fore these Gentlemen,
I will confirme it fully: all those lands,
My first loue lotted him, he shall straight possesse
1820
In that refusall.
Fitz-All.
If I change it not, change mee into a beggar.
Gosh.
Will you vndoe your selfe by doing,
1825
And shewe a prodigall tricke in your old daies?
Fitz-All.
I, I, sir I.
I akse no fauour; trust to you for none,
My hope rests in the goodnesse of your son.
Exit Fitz-Allard.
Greene.
1830
Hee holds it vp well yet.
Gosh.
Of an old knight i'faith.
Alex.
Curst be the time, I laid his first loue barren,
Wilfully barren, that before this houre
Had sprung forth friutes, of comfort and of honour;
1835
He lou'd a vertuous Gentlewoman.
Enter Moll.
Alex.
1840
Impudence, where's my sonne?
Alex.
Is this your wedding gowne?
Mol.
The man talkes monthly:
Hot broth and a darke chamber for the knight,
1845
I see hee'l be starke mad at our next meeting.
Exit Moll
Gosh.
Why sir, take comfort now, there's no such matter,
No Priest will marry her, sir, for a woman,
Whiles that shape's on, and it was neuer knowne,
Two men were married and conioyn'd in one:
1850
Your sonne hath made some shift to loue another.
Alex.
What ere 'she be, she has my blessing with her,
May they be rich, and fruitfull, and receiue
Like comfort to their issue, as I take in them,
Ha's pleas'd me now, marrying not this,
1855
Through a whole world he could not chuse amisse.
Green.
Glad y'are so penitent, for your former sinne sir.
Gosh.
Say he should take a wench with her smocke-dowry,
No portion with her, but her lips and armes?
Alex.
Why? who thriue better sir? they haue most blessing,
1860
Though other haue more wealth, and least repent,
Many that want most, know the most content.
Greene.
Say he should marry a kind youthfull sinner.
Alex.
Age will quench that, any offence but theft and drunkennesse
Nothing but death can wipe away. ,
1865
There sinnes are greene, euen when there heads are gray,
Nay I dispaire not now, my heart's cheer'd Gentlemen,
No face can come vnfortunately to me,
Now sir, your newes?
Enter a seruant.
Seruant.
Your sonne with his faire Bride is neere at hand,
Alex.
1870
Faire may their fortunes be.
Green.
Now you'r resolu'd sir, it was neuer she,
Alex.
I finde it in the musicke of my heart,
Enter Mol maskt, in Sebastians hand, and Fitz-Allard.
See where they come.
Gosh.
A proper lusty presence sir.
Alex.
1875
Now has he pleas'd me right, I alwaies counseld him
To choose a goodly personable creature,
Iust of her pitch was my first wife his mother.
Seb.
Before I dare discouer my offence, I kneele for pardon.
Alex;
My heart gaue it thee, before thy tongue could aske it,
1880
Rise, thou hast rais'd my ioy to greater height.
Then to that seat where griefe deiected it,
Both welcome to my loue, and care for euer,
Hide not my happinesse too long, al's pardoned,
Here are our friends, salute her, Gentlemen.
They vnmaske her.
Omnes.
1885
Heart, who this Mol?
Alex.
O my reuiuing shame, is't I must liue,
To be strucke blind, be it the worke of sorrow,
Before age take't in hand.
Fitz-All.
Darkenesse and death.
1890
Haue you deceau'd mee thus? did I engage
My whole estate for this.
Alex.
You askt no fauour,
And you shall finde as little, since my comforts,
Play false with me, I'le be as cruell to thee
1895
As griefe to fathers hearts.
Mol.
Why what's the matter with you?
Lesse too much ioy, should make your age forgetfull,
Are you too well, too happy?
Mol.
1900
Me thinkes you should be proud of such a daughter,
As good a man, as your sonne.
Mol.
You had no note before, an vnmarkt Kinght,
Now all the towne will take regard on you,
1905
And all your enemies feare you for my sake,
You may passe where you list, through crowdes most thicke,
And come of brauely with your pursse vnpickt,
You do not know the benefits I bring with mee,
No cheate dares worke vpon you, with thumbe or knife,
1910
While y'aue a roaring girle to your sonnes wife.
Fitz-Alla.
Haue you so much charity?
Yet to release mee of my last rash bargaine,
And I'le giue in your pledge.
Alex.
1915
No sir, I stand to't, I'le worke vpon aduantage,
As all mischiefes do vpon mee.
Aitz-All.
Content, beare witnesse all then
His are the lands, and so contention ends.
Here comes your sonnes Bride, twixt two noble friends.
Enter the Lord Noland, and Sir Bewtious Ganymed, with Mary Fitz-Allard betweene them, the Cittizens and their wiues with them.
Mol.
1920
Now are you gull'd as you would be, thanke me for't,
I'de a fore-singer in't.
Seb.
Forgiue mee father,
Though there before your eyes my sorrow fain'd,
This still was shee, for whom true loue complain'd.
Alex.
1925
Blessings eternall, and the ioyes of Angels,
Beginne your peace heere, to be sign'd in heauen,
How short my sleepe of sorrow seemes now to me,
To this eternity of boundlesse comforts,
That finds no want but vtterance, and expression.
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My Lord your office heere appeares so honourably:
So full of ancient goodnesse, grace, and worthinesse,
I neuer tooke more ioy in sight of man,
Then in your comfortable presence now.
L. Nol.
Nor I more delight in doing grace to vertue,
1935
Then in this worthy Gentlewoman, your sonnes Bride,
Noble Fitz-Alards daughter, to whose honour
And modest fame, I am a seruant vow'd,
So is this Knight.
Alex.
Your loues make my ioyes proud,
1940
Bring foorth those deeds of land, my care layd ready,
And which, old knight, thy noblenesse may challenge,
Ioyn'd with thy daughters vertues, whom I prise now,
As deerely as that flesh, I call myne owne.
Forgiue me worthy Gentlewoman, 'twas my blindnesse
1945
When I reiected thee, I saw thee not,
Sorrow and wilfull rashnesse grew like filmes
Ouer the eyes of iudgement, now so cleere
I see the brightnesse of thy worth appeare.
Mary.
Duty and loue may I deserue in those,
1950
And all my wishes haue a perfect close,
Alex.
That tongue can neuer erre, the sound's so sweete,
Here honest sonne, receiue into thy hands,
The keyes of wealth, possession of those lands,
Which my first care prouided, thei'r thine owne,
1955
Heauen giue thee a blessing with 'em, the best ioyes,
That can in worldly shapes to man betide,
Are fertill lands, and a faire fruitfull Bride,
Of which I hope thou'rt sped.
Mol.
1960
Father and sonne, I ha'done you simple seruice here,
Seb.
For which thou shalt not part Moll vnrequited.
Alex.
Thou art a madd girle, and yet I cannot now condemne thee.
Mol.
Condemne mee? troth and you should sir,
I'de make you seeke out one to hang in my roome,
I'de giue you the slip at Gallowes, and cozen the people.
1965
Heard you this iest my Lord?
Mol.
He was in feare his sonne would marry mee,
But neuer dreamt that I would nere agree.
L. Nol.
Why? thou had'st a suiter once Iacke, when wilt marry?
Mol.
1970
Who I my Lord, I'le tell you when ifaith,
When you shall heare,
Gallants voyd from Serieants feare,
Honesty and truth vnslandred,
Woman man'd, but neuer pandred,
1975
Cheates booted, but not coacht,
Vessels older e're they'r broacht.
If my minde be then not varied,
Next day following, I'le be married.
L. Nol.
This sounds like domes-day,
Moll.
1980
Then were marriage best,
For if I should repent, I were soone at rest.
Alex.
Introth tho'art a good wench, I'me sorry now,
The opinion was so hard, I conceiu'd of thee.
Some wrongs I'ue done thee.
Enter Trapdore.
Trap.
1985
Is the winde there now?
'Tis time for mee to kneele and confesse first,
For feare it come too late, and my braines feele it,
Vpon my pawes, I aske you pardon mistresse.
Mol.
Pardon? for what sir? what ha's your rogueship done now?
Trap.
I haue bene from time to time hir'd to confound you, by this old Gentleman.
Trap.
1990
Pray forgiue him,
But may I connsell you, you should neuer doo't.
Many a snare to entrapp your Worships life,
Haue I laid priuily, chaines, watches, Iewels,
And when hee saw nothing could mount you vp,
1995
Foure hollow-hearted Angels he then gaue you,
By which he meant to trap you, I to saue you.
Alex.
To all which, shame and griefe in me cry guilty,
Forgiue mee now, I cast the worlds eyes from mee,
And looke vpon thee freely with mine owne:
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I see the most of many wrongs before hee,
Cast from the iawes of enuy and her people,
And nothing foule but that, Il'e neuer more
Condemne by common voyce, for that's the whore,
That deceiues mans opinion; mockes his trust,
2005
Cozens his loue, and makes his heart vniust.
Mol.
Here be the Angels Gentlemen, they were giuen me
As a Musitian, I pursue no pitty,
Follow the law, and you can cucke mee, spare not
Hang vp my vyall by me, and I care not.
Alex.
2010
So farre I'me sorry, I'le thrice double 'em
To make thy wrongs amends,
Come worthy friends my honourable Lord,
Sir Bewteous Ganymed, and Noble Fitz-Allard,
And you kind Gentlewoman, whose sparkling presence,
2015
Are glories set in mariage, beames of society,
For all your loues giue luster to my ioyes,
The happinesse of this day shall be remembred,
At the returne of euery smiling spring:
In my time now 'tis borne, and may no sadnesse
2020
Sit on the browes of men vpon that day,
But as I am, so all goe pleas'd away.