MARTINO

Which to make good, our state of Genoa Not willing that a native of her own, So able for her safety, should take pension From any other Prince; hath cast upon you The government of Corsica. RUffan out of my doors, thou comest to rob me, And officer, what ho! my house is haunted By a lewd pack of thieves, of harlots, murderers, Rogues, vagabonds, I foster a decoy here, And she trowles on her ragged customer, To cut my throat for pillage. You cannot answer what a general tongue Objects against your folly, I may curse The interest you lay claim to in my blood, Your mother my decree niece did die, I thought Toosoon, but she is happy, had she lived Till now, and known the vanities of your life Hath dealt in, she had wished herself a grave Before a timely hour. So touched to the quick, Fine mistress, I will then rip up at length The progress of your infancy, in colour Of disagreement you must be divorced, Were so, and I must countenance the reasons On better Hope's I did, nay took you home, Provided you my care, nay justified Your alteration, joyed to entertain Such visitants of worth and rank, as tendered Civil respects; but then, even then— I more shame To fear my hospitality was bawd And (name it so) to your unchaste desires, Then you to hear and know it. Were you modest, The word you uttered last would force a blush. Adurni is a bounteous Lord, 'tis said, He parts with gold and jewels Like a free And liberal purchaser, of wriggles in To Ladies pleasures by a right of pension; But you know none of this: You are grown a Tavern talk, Matter for Fiddlers songs, I toil to built The credit of my family, and you To pluck up the foundation, even this morning Before the common Council, young Malfato Convented for some lands he held; supposed Belonged to certain Orphans, as I questioned His tenure in particulars, he answered, My worship needed not to flaw his right: For if the humour held him, he could make A jointure to my overliving Niece, Without oppression, bade me tell her too, She was a kind young soul, and might in time Be sued to by a loving man, no doubt. Here was a jolly breakfast. Come, come, to the point. Now you turn rampant, Just in the wenches trim and garb, these prayers Speak your devotions purely. There is, but first Si in commission on your own defects, Accufe your self: be your own Jury, Judge, And executioner, I make no sport Of my vexation. Enough; thy tears prevail Against credulity. No more— Trelcatic, Some business speeds you hither. Why would you know His merits so unknown? So; Levidolche, you know our mind, Be cheerful, come Trelcatio, Causes of joy or grief, do seldom happen Without companions, necre thy resolutions Have given and other birth to my contents But they limit only One moves of stay, for your dispatch, no more. Monstrous! why sirrah, do I keep a bawdyhouse, And hospital for panders? Oh'; thou monster, Thou she-confusion! are you grown so rampant, That from a private wanton thou proclaimst thy self A baggage for all gamesters, Lords or Gentlemen, Strangers, or homespun yeomen, foot-posts, pages, Rorers or hangmen, heigh day, set up shop, And then cry a market open, toot, and welcome. Husband! Husband, and married her! A proper joining, give you joy great mistress Your Fortune's are advanced, marry are they, What jointure is assured pray? some three thousand A year in oaths and vermin? fair preferment. Was ever such a tattered rag of men flesh, Patched up for Copesmate to my Nieces daughter. A sweet couple. A soldier! thou a soldier, I do believe Th'art lowfre; that's a pretty sign I grant: A villainous poor Bandetti rather, one Can man a quean, and cant, and pick a pocket Pad for a cloak, or hat, and in the dark Pistol a straggler for a quarter Duca e. A soldier! yes, a looks as if a had not The spirit of a herring, or a tumbler. Ah thou: but what? I know not how to call thee, Fain would I smother grief, and out it must My heart is broke, thou hast for many a day Been at a lose, and now art lost for ever: Lost, lost, without recovery. 'Tis impossible, Despair of rising up to honest fame, Turns all the courses wild, and this last Actium Will roar thy infamy, then you are certainly Married forsooth, unto this newcome. Benatzi, this the man? Force of passion Shows me a child again, do Levidolche, Perform thy resolutions, those performed, I have been only steward for your welfare, You shall have all between ye. As thou intendest A virtuous honesty, I am thy second To any office, Levidolche witty, My Niece, my witty Niece. Nay, 'tis true sir. Welcome, and welcome ever. Now all thats mine, is theirs, Levidolche, hypocrisy puts on a holy robe, Yet never changes nature: call to mind, How in your girls days you fell forsooth In love, and married, married (hark you) whom A trencher-waiter, shrewd preferment: but Your childhood then excused that fault: for so Footmen have run away with lusty heirs, And stable-grooms reached to some fair ones chambers.