CUCULUS

Reach me my sword and buckler. How now ( Minks ) how now? Where is your duty, your distance? Let me have service methodically tendered; you are now One of us. Your cursey; good: remember that you are To practice Courtship was thy father a Piper, sayest thou? That art yet but simple. I have a brain; I have a headpiece; Oh my conscience, if I take pains with thee, I shood Raise thy understanding (Girl) to the height of a nurse, Or a Court-midwife at least, I will make thee big In time, wench. Would 'twere in thy belly, there 'tis. Who cares? we can be as blunt as he for's life. Monstrous Sow-pig! is't true? I? Why, my Nurse's husband was a most ex cellent maker Of Shittle-cocks. A Gull, and arrant Gull by Proclamation. Aha: here's one will tickle the bandog. There, there, there; Oh brave Doctor. Must I make one? Wench, take my buckler. Save ye, Nobilities: do your Lordship's take notice of my Page? 'Tis a fashion of the newest edition, spick and span new, without example. Do your honour, Housewife. I think so; I hope the Chronicles will rear me one day for a headpiece— Devil take thee: I say nothing to thee now; canst let me be quiet? Good Girl, if we begin to puff once. Oh the Prince: Wench, thou shalt see the Prince now. Hang they Mungrels. But not of the ancient fashion, an't Like your Highness. 'Tis I; I, that am the credit of the Court, Noble Prince: and if thou wouldst by Proclamation or Patent, create me Overseer of all the Tailors in thy Do minions; then, then the golden days should appear again; bred should be cheaper; fools should have more wit; knaves more honesty; and beggars more money. Peace you Squall. Hang him, he'll nothing but rail. Close Page, close. Here are my Mistress's mustered in white and black. Kala the Waiting-woman. I will first begin at the soot: stand thou for Kala. I must look big, and care little or nothing for her, because she is a creature that stands at livery. Thus I talk wisely, and to no purpose. Wench, as it is not fit that thou shouldst be either fair or honest; so considering thy service, thou art as thou art, and so are thy betters, let them be what they can be. Thus in despite and defiance of all thy good parts, if I cannot in dure thy baseness, 'tis more out of thy courtesy, then my deserving, and so I expect thy answer. Well said. That's true too. Away, away, dost think so? I'll never believe it by this hand. This shall serve well enough for the Waiting-woman. My next Mistress is Cleophyla, the old madmans daughter: I must come to her in whining tune, sighs, wipe mine eyes, fold my Arms, and blubber out my speech as thus: Even as a Kennel of Hounds (sweet Lady) cannot catch a Hare, when they are full pauncht on the Carrion of a dead Horse: so, even so the gorge of my affections being full crammed with the garboils of your condolements, does tickle me with the prick (as it were) about me, and fellow-feeling of howling out right. Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted fool. By this hand 'tis excellent. Have at thee last of all: for the Princess Thamasta, she that is my Mistress indeed, she is abominably proud. A Lady of a damna ble, high, turbulent, and generous spirit. But I have a loud-mouthed Cannon of mine own to batter her, and a penned speech of purpose observe it. Though haughty as the Devil or his Dam, Thou dost appear, great Mistress: yet I am Like to and ugly firework, and can mount Above the Region of thy sweet Ac—count. Wertenberg thou the Moon her self, yet having seen thee, Behold the man ordained to move within thee. —Look to your self, Housewife; answer me In strong Lines you're best. 'Sfoot, this is downright roaring. Pish, I have not a rag of love about me. 'Tis only a foolish humour I am possessed with, to be surnamed the Conqueror. I will court any thing; be in love with nothing, nor no—thing. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I ever held my self so. 'Tis false. Marry shall she. For the Device. They that will learn to drink a health in Hell, Must learn on earth to take Tobacco well, To take Tobacco well, to take Tobacco well: For in Hell they drink nor Wine, nor Ale, nor Beer, But fire, and smoke, and stench, as we do here. Hang thee. To lash your sides, To taeme your hides, To scourge your prides, And bang thee. By your leave, Gallants, I come to speak with a young Lady, as they say, the old Trojans daughter of the house. Peace; dost not see in what case he is? I would do my own commendations to her; that's all. So, I am glad he is gone. Page, walk aside. Sweet Beauty, I am sent Ambassador from the Mistress of my thoughts, to you, the Mistress of my desires. That you may know, I am not as they say, and Animal; which is as they say, a kind of Cokes, which is as the learned term, and Ass, a Puppy, a Widgin, a Dolt, a Noddy, a— Pardon me for that, it shall be as you please indeed. Forsooth I love to be courtly, and in fashion. Marry what is more then I know? for to know what's what, is to know what's what, and for what's what : but these are foolish figures, and to little purpose. There you come to me again: Oh, to be in the favour of great Ladies, is as to say, as to be great in Ladies favours. By this light but you must, for now I come toot. The most excellent, most wise, most dainty, precious, lo ving, kind, sweet, intolerably fair Lady Thamasta commends to your little hands, this letter of impor tance. By your leave, let me first kiss and then deliver it in fashion, to your own proper beauty. Good, Oh that I had not resolved to live a sin gle life! Here's temptation able to conjure up a spirit with a witness. So so: she has read it. They shall Mad-dame. Thats my opinion clearly and without doubt. Revenge, I must have revenge; I will have re venge bitter and abominable revenge; I will have re venge. This unfashionable Mongrel, this Linsey-wool Say of mortality by this hand, Mistress, this shee-Roague is drunk, and clapper-clawd me without any reverence to my person, or good garments, why d'ee not speak, Gentlemen. A Boy, and arrant Boy in long coats. O thou Cock vermin of iniquity. Ever after a bloody nose do I dream of good luck. I horribly thank your Ladyship. Whilst I'm in office, the old garb shall again Grow in request, and Tailors shall be men. Come Trollio, help to wash my face, prithee. Was he so? hold up thy head; be thou musical To me, and I will marry thee to a dancer: one That shall ride on his Footcloth, and maintain thee In thy Muff and Hood. Do not I look freshly, and Like a Youth of the Trim? Tot, tot, hold him tot, hold him toot, tot, tot, tot.