FEE-SIMPLE

Why then Madam, so it is that I request your La diship to accept into your service this Gentlewoman, for her truth & honesty I will be bound, I have known her too long to be deceived, this is the second time I have seen her. She dwelled with young Boulds sister, he that is my Corrival in your Love, she requested me to advance her to You; for you are a dubbed Lady: so is not she yet. Well though I die Master Well-tried before all these I do forgive you, because you were ignorant of my infir mity, o sir, i'st not up yet, I die again, put up now whilst I wink, or I do wink for ever. Il'e tell you sir, any thing bright and edged, works thus strongly with me, your hill S now I can handle as bold lie, look you else. Why I'l tell you Sir, when I was a child, and infant, and Innocent. God save your Lordship. No sweet Master Well-tried, let's have no fighting till (as you have promised) you have rid me from this foolish fear, and taught me to endure to look upon a naked Sword. But do you hear Cozen Proudly? they say my old Father must marry your sister Honour, and that he will dis inherit me, and intail all his Lordship's on her, and the heir he shall beget on her body, i'st true or not? Why then I pray God he may die and old Cuckold lie slave, o world what art thou? where is Parents love? Can he deny me for his natural Child, Yet see (o fornicator) old and stiff, Not where he should be, that's my comfort yet, As or you my Lord: I will send to you as soon as I dare fight and look upon steel, which Master Well-tried I pray let be with all possible speed. Faith I have a great mind to see long-megg and the ship at the Fortune. Well no more words. By this light and I will, as soon as ever you have showed me the Swaggerers. OF my conscience, rid into France with your sister. Why, I hope she is not the first Lady that has run away with other women's husbands. Mercy upon me, a man or a—Lord now? By this light I would they were else, if I thought so, I would be upon the Jack of one of they instantly, that same little Dame me, but M r . Well-tried if they be not very valiant or dare not fight! how come they by such Cuts and gashes, and such broken faces? Why Weltri'd, you rogue, whats that a vision? Angry with me? why dam me Sir, and you be; Cut with your sword, it is not with me I tell you As it was yesterday, I am flesh man, I. Have you any thing to say to me? Why five, I never kill less. You jest. Why let the Rorers meddle with me another time, as for flying, I scorn it, I killed they Like a man; when did you ever see a Lord hang for any thing? we may kill whom we list, marry my conscience p icks me; ah plague a this drink, what things it makes us do, I do no more remember this now than a puppie-dogge. O bloody Lord that art bedaubed with gore, Vain world adieu, for I will roar no more. Is it a tale belonging to the Widow? My grandmother was suspected. Bold, I have ever taken you to be my friend, I am very wise now, and valiant, if this be not true, dam me Sir, you are the son of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword. If this be true, thou little Boy, If strong breath would recover her, I am for her. Look, how the old Ass my father stands, he looks Like the Bear in the play, he has killed the Lady with his we rye sighed as God help me, I have the most to do to forbear unmasquing me, that I might tell him his own, as can be. I thank you heartily. I thank you heartily. It God in at his eyes, and made that birdlime there where Cupid's wings do hang entangled. Sir, forbear, I have one bold enough to kiss my , o old coxcomb, kiss thine own natural son, t'is worse then a Justices lying with his own daughter, but M r . Well-tried when will the Widow break this matter to me? That's all one, he's o'th plot a my de: Now she begins, abundant thanks unto your wid dow-hood. Z'oones my Father's a sleep on's wedding day, I wondered where his cough was all this while. O sweet widow. No, of my Father's. Look, look, the Parson joins the Doctors hand & hers; now the Do. kisses her by this light. Now goes his gown off, hoy-day, he has read breeches on: Z'oones, the Physician is God Pistols for Bro. o'th top of her, be Like it is the mother she has, hark the bed c eakes. Now, boys. Whore in thy face, I do defy thy taunts. Father, lend me your sword, you and I are made a couple of fine fools, are we not? If I were not valiant now, and meant to beat they all, here would lie a simple dis grace upon us, a Fee-simple one indeed, mark now what i'll say to they, d'ee hear my Master's, Dam, ye are all the son of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword, this is called Roaring Father. Has either of you any thing to say to me? Then have I something to say to you. Have you any thing to say to me? Then I have nothing to say to you, for that's the fashion, Father if you will come away with your cough, do? Let me see how many challenges must I get writ: You shall here on me believe it. Why, then all friends, I thought you would not have had the manners to bid us stay dinner neither. One and thirty good-morrows to the fairest, wisest, chastest, richest Widow that ever conversation coapt withal. Gentlewoman, I cry thee mercy, but ti's fault in all Lords, not in me only, we do use to swear by our Ho nors: and as we are Noble, to dispatch such a business for such a Gentleman and we are bound, even by the same Honours we sware by, to forget it in a quarter of and hour. And look as if we had never seen the Party, when we meet next, especially if none of our Gentlemen have been considered. He quarrel? Bold: hang him, if he durst have quar rel'd, the world knows he's within a mile of and oak ha put him too't, and soundly, I never cared for him in my life, but to see his sister, he's and ass, pox and arrant ass, for do you think any but and arrant ass, would offer to come a wooing, where a Lord attempts? he quarrel: he dares not quarrel. O, o my honour die, I am dead. O friends, you have wronged my spirit to call back, I was in Elizium at rest. I a pox, hang him old gouty fool, he never brought me up to any Lordly exercise, as fencing, dancing, rumbling, and such Like: but forsooth I must write and read, & speak languages, and such base qualities, fit for none but Gentle men. Now sir would I tell him, Father you are a Count, I am a Lo: a pox a writing and reading, and languages, let me be brought up as I was born. I being in the kitchen, in my Lo: my father's house, the Cook was making minced pies: so sir, I standing by the Dresser, there lay a heap of plums. Here was he mincing; what did me I sir, being a notable little witty coxcomb, but popped my hand joust under his chopping knife, to snatch some Reysins, and so was cut re the hand, and never ince could I endure the ight of any edge-tool. Her name? I know not. What's her name Mr. Well-tried? Nay, by my troth, what I hold in capite is worth lit tle or nothing. O mouth, full of agility, I would give 20. Marks now to any person that could teach me to convey my tongue (sance stumbling) with such dexterity to such a pe riod. For her truth and her honesty I am bound before, but now I have herd her talk, for her wit I will be bound body and goods. A'nt please God, that thou Wertenberg not passed children; Bless me (save you Gent) They have not one face among they. I could wish my self well from them, I would I had put out something upon my return, I had as leave be at the Barmuthoes. Yes faith Sir, I have a great desire to be fleshed: now M r . Well-tried said, he would bring me to the only flesh-mongers in the town. Now I am going. I pledge you sir, and begin to you in a cup of Claret: What will I say? why I say it is impossible, ti's not is mortal man. Well let me alone. Dare I not Sir. You had best try me Sir. I'll pledge they, and I thank you, I know they all, heeres one. By my troth e'ne to Pride. So now, this little Cup to Wrath, because he and I are strangers. Dame me, I will be a rorer, or't shall cost me a fallen. Well, I have two of my healths to drink yet, Leech rye and Drunkenness which en'e shall go together. Virtues? enough to keep ere a Dame me Company in England, me thinks you should think it virtue enough to be a Lord. Whats the matter, dost here Master Wel-trid, use thine own discretion, if thou wilt not pledge him, say so? and let me see, if ere a Dame me of they all, will force thee. Faith you have near a nose to put it through, dee heart blow your face sirrah. It is as free for me as you, d'ee here Patch? Heart let me alone with they. Dam me but 'tis, I would not wish you to cross me a purpose, if you have any thing to say to me, so, I am ready. Why so then, I will have my umour, if you love me, let's go break windows somewhere. I sir, but you do not know, what kindred she may have. O, o. No by my troth I have but little money with that little wit I have, and the more wit ever the less money, yet as little as I have of either: I would give some thing that I durst but quarrel, I would not be abused thus daily as I am. M rrie she's the honester woman, for some of their ring are visible enough, the more shame for them, still say I, let the pond at Islington be searched: go to, there's more have drowned themselves for love this year then you are aware of. O Courteous, bounteous Widow, she ha out bid me 31. Good morrows at a clap. I am a mad man, look is not that one of their heads?