STRANGE

Sir I will. I shame not to say yes? Are you a Soldier Sir? He may be so, and yet no Soldier Sir: For as many are Soldiers, that are no Captains; so many are Captains that are no Soldiers. So, many are Cuckolds, that are no Citizens. What ail you Sir, with your robustious looks? You are the Nobler Captain Sir: For I know many that usurp that name, Whose standings pay for them. You are a Potgun. Thou darest as well kiss the wide mouthed Canon At his discharging, or perform as much As thou darest speak: For Soldier you shall know, Some can use swords, that wear em not for show. He cannot hold out on't: you shall hear. 'Tis such a forward child. Worthy friend, I am exceeding sorry to see this, But cannot help it. I rather think ours happier my fair Kate, Where all is smooth, and no rub checks our course. Lyen with her. It cannot be, I'll tell you by to morrow; I am no Fool Kate. I will find some time To talk with this same Captain, Poutest de'e call him, I'll lie we'e to night. Heaven I desire thee hear her last request, and grant it to, if I do slack the first; By thy assured Innocence I swear, Thou hast lost me half the Honour I shall win, In speaking my intent, Come lets to dinner. Nor is't the others life, Can give het to the world my perfect wife, But what I do conceive. It is not blood then Which she requires, but her good neine again, and I will purchase it; for by heaven thou art The excellentest new fashioned Maid in this, That ever ear shall hear a Tale told off. Good, save your labors, for by Heaven I'll doo't If I doo't not, I shall be pointed at, Proclaimed the Grand Rich Cuckold of the Town; Nay Wittal, even by them are known for both. So, I'll not see you till my task be done, So much false time I set to my intent, Which instantly I mean to execute, To cut off all means of prevention, Which if they knew my day, they would assay: Now for the Merchant's honour, hit all right, Kate, your young Strange will lie with you to night. Exit. No matter for my name. Tell him my name is Strange, that I am come About that business he spoke off to day. Exit Servant. To have sent a formal Challenge by a Gentleman, He being to choose his time, might peradventure Have made him shift himself the sooner over. Zoons, a man is feign to break open doors, ere he can get in to you. I would speak with a General sooner. As true a Rogue as thy self: Thou wrongest me, send your man away, go too, I have strange and welcome business to impart, the Merchant is dead, for shame let's walk into the fields, send away your man. Here is a Letter from the lusty Kate That tells you all, I must not give it you But upon some conditions. Let us walk, and send away your man. The Gentlewoman will run mad after you then, I'll tell you more, let's walk. Exit. She said you challenged her, and publicly Told you had lay'n with her, but Truths no wrong. You fight as if you had fought afore, I can still hold my sword, come on Sir. True, a'th Science of Noble Defence I am, That fight in safeguard of a virtuous name. Cadit Cap: I thank thee heaven for my success in this, To what perfection is my business grown. Exit with Cap. on his back. Seldom or never is right overthrown. Confess your slander, and I will I swear. Yes, here 'tis Mistress Kate. The way to cure lust, is to bleed I see. Strange and most fortunate, we must have a new Tuck then. I consecrate my deed unto this City, And hope to live my self, to see the day, It shall be shown to people in a play. Do Captain do, a halter will take up our quarrel then. Go walk the Captain good sir Abraham. I, but she thinks you are and arrant Noddy. You proffer too much honour, my good Lord. Yes. I Yes Captain Pouts here pray? I prithee tell him here's a Gentleman Would speak with him. Strange Cross, passed expectation: well I'll try, My other course may speed more happily. Exit. A Soldier, one that lives upon this Buss Jerkin, was made of Fortunatus his pouch; and these are the points I stand upon, I am a Soldier. O, these are Lambeth fields. As dead as Charity. Zoons, you may say as well I am the man, as doubt he lives, a plague of your belief, De'e know this bloody Ruff which she has sent, Least you should be incredulous, and this Ring Which you have seen her wear? Sir receive it briefly: I am her Kinsman, and being newly come Over, and not intending to stay long, Took this day to go see my Cozen Worldly, (For so my Name is) where I found all of them So deeply drenched in the Bridal cup, That sleep had taken possession of their eyes; Bacchus had given them such and overthrow, Their bodies lay Like slaughtered carcases; One here, one there, making such antic faces, as drunkenness had mocked at drunkenness, In their postures and their sleep Like death, (For their's, was liker death, then sober sleep) Remembered me of body-scattered fields, after the bloody battles I have seen, It such a season. To make short my tale, as Fate had said, Now murders may be done and never revealed, approaching further, I Lighted upon a Chamber, where your Love Sat by this Merchant cast drunk on the bed, She weeping and lamenting her mishap, assured both of my daring, and my trust, Fell flat upon the ground, tehn raised her self, Hung on my neck, then sunk down to my legs, Told all things passed to day, and never ceased Till I had taken life from that half dead man Before, whom straight I strangled with this Rope. Having first By her direction put on these his Clothes, That Like the Murdered man, the safelyer I might pass with her, being her Husbands shape, If any of the Servants had been waked, She showed me to a necessary vault, Within a Closet in the Chamber too, and there I threw the body. Captain a Maid for you, But well you know (I hope) she is no Maid, But Maid or no Maid, she is at my Mother's, Whence I will bring her whither you'll appoint To night, and let this Tide convey all hence, For staying will be something perilous. The more base Villain thou. Strike him. Thou unspeakable Rascal, thou a Soldier, a Captain of the Suburbs, a poor forced, That with thy Slops, and Cat a Mountains f ce, Thy blather chops, and thy robustious words, Frightest the poor whore, and terribly dost exact, a weekly Subsidy, twelve pence a piece, Whereon thou livest, and on my Conscience Thou snapst beside, with cheats and Cutpurses. 'Tis well remembered, I will cut thy throat, To appease that Merchant's soul, which never will rest, Till some revenge be raken on thy tongue. Give me thy sword, or I will kill thee. Prithee forbear, or I shall do thee mischief: By your leave, here's some sad to your merriment: know you this Captain? You see he cannot stand to't. Yes. Peace, peace, for Heavens sake peace, Come Sir, I'll carrre you to a Surgeon, Here's Gold to stop thy throat, for Godsake peace. I'll save your labour, and discover all: Thou perjured villain, didst not swear thou wouldst not discover me. Sir do but hear me speak. It will be thought Your greatness, and our money carries it: Forsome say some men on the back of Law, May ride and rule it Like a patient Ass, And with a Golden Bridle in the mouth, Direct it unto any thing they please, Others report, it is a Spiders web Made to entangle the poor helpless Flies, While the great Spiders that did make it first, and rule it, fit i'th amid secure and laugh, My Law in this shall only be my sword, But peradventure not this month or two. That she her self first, let out of his veins, Wherein she dipped the Ruff about his neck: and said, Go bear this Ensign of my love, To assure him what I dared for his deer sake. Thou Rogue, far worse then Rogues, thou slanderer Then get upon my back, come all shall be well. I'll carry thee unto a Surgeon first, & then unto thy wench, sword Come we are friends. Sir, you are then too violent, I will bail her.