PIERO

Italy's darling, Europes joy, and so forth, The newest news, un-vampt, Monger of courtezans, fine Futelli, In certain kind a merchant of the staple For wares of use and trade, a taker up, Rather indeed a knocker down, the word Will carry either sense but in pure earnest, How trowles the common noysc? Does not carry His pretty thing along. Thats thou and I, Futelli (sirrah) and Piero —blockhead To run from such and arm full of pleasures For gaining, what? a bloody nose of honour, Most sottish and abominable. Is all my signiors hospitality Huge banquetings deep revels costly trappings Shrunk to a c bbin, and a single welcome To beverage and biscuit, I present you My service for a farewell. PHVT. Contents. Very fine, I do protest my lord. You know my lord Young Amoret, old Trelcatio's daughter And honest man, but poor. Speak Futelli. Fie play on your creature. Nay good. By any means, Partake the sport, my lord, this thing of youth. Is yet possessed so strangely. A Duke, a Count. At least a Viscount, for her husband that— Six, she may be drawn to four— She says, Th'are not for creatures of heavens making fitter— Herself walks evermore a foot, and knows not whither A Coach dothtrot or amble. In plain troath, My Lord, the she whom we describe is such, And lives here, here in Genoa, this City, This very city, now, the very now. Without prevention, Guzman the Spaniard late casheerd, most gravely Observes the full punctilios of his nation, And him have we beleaguered to accost This shee-peece, under a pretence of being Grandee of Spain, and cousin to twelve Princes. A very spark (I vow) you will be stiled, Fulgoso the invincible, but did The fair Spinella lose and equal partly How much in all d'ee say? A noble confidence. But not your love, Fulgoso. It tickles me to think with how much state You, as it were, did run at tilt in love Before your Amoret. Of wit, of wit. Right as it were. Stoutly ventured, Done, hold him too't. He shows the greatness Of his vast stomach in the quick embracement Of tothers dinner. Yare a pair of worthies, That make the nine no wonder. And till then, live brother's in society. My Lord we wait ye. In the next gallory you may behold Such living pictures Lady, such rich pieces, Of Kings, and Queen's, and Princes, that you'd think They breath, and smile upon ye. Pure gold, Drawn all in state. S xteene, some twenty. Sweet Ladies this way; see the doors sure. If you please to rank, Amongst the humblest one that shall attend Instructions under your command, I am Ready to wait the charge. We for our parts aim at the best. Futilli 'tis our wisest course to follow Our pastime with worser scretion, by which means We may ingratiate as our business hits, Our undertakings to great Aurias favour. Get the coin we spend, And knock they over the pate who jeers our earnings— The tother follows. does not your self know Lady. What call ye this a song? Perhaps the prince of darkness. Lady yowl perceive it Noble Fulgoso. Yes, and isle tell you what his office is, His Prince delights himself exceedingly In birds of diverse kinds, this gentleman Is keeper and instructer of his blackbirds, he took his skill first from his father's carter. Stand you there Fulgoso the magnificent. Just there, Let her survey you both; yowl be her choice Near doubt it, man. But speak not till I bid you. A little to your self, to spend the time. Done shall begin,—begin Done, she has surveyed Your outward and your inward through the rends, And wounds of your apparel. He has no other. Thats the son of a whore. And my renowned sire Done Piccace. A'goes on, Son of a branded bitch—high spirited Done, Be advis worser great spirits. Yet put not up your swords, it is the pleasure Of the fair Lady, that you quit the field, With brandished blades in hand. A way, but stay below. Me Haggards, Buzzards, Kites. Stand forth stout lovers. Think on Piero sir. A Ccomplished man of fashion. Put me on the rack, The wheel, or the galleys, if—