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I'm glad your Highness is so pleasant. Madam, by this light I vow my self your servant; only yours, inespecially yours: time, Like a turncoat, may order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies, but shall never enforce a change on the constancy of my mind, sweet Colona, fair Colona, young and sprightful Lady, do not let me in the best of my youth, languish in my earnest affections. That I confess too; I am every way so unworthy of the first fruits of thy em braces, so farbeneath the riches of thy merit, that it can be no honour to thy fame, to rank me in the number of thy servants, yet prove me how true, how firm I will stand to thy plea sures, to thy command; and as time shall serve be ever thine Now prethe deer Colona. But what? do not pity thy own gentleness, Lovely Colona; shall I speak? shall I? say But I, and our wishes are made up. You will not fail to meet two hours hence, sweet. Defy me then; I'll be all thine, and a servant Only to thee, only to thee.—— Very passing good, three honest women in our Courts Here of Italy, are enough to discredit a whole Nation Of that sex: he that is not a Cuckold, or a Bastard, Is a strangely happy man; for a chaste wife, or a mother That never stepped awry, are wonders, wonders in Italy. 'Slife I have God the feat on't, and am every day More active in my trade; it's a sweet sin, this slip Of mortality, and I have tasted enough for one Passion of my senses: Here comes more work for me: And how does my own Julia, mew upon this sadness? What's the matter you are melancholy? Whither away, wench? Lowly? why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly Then I am to thee, thou bringest me on my bore knees Wench, twice in every four and twenty hours, beside Half turns instead of Beavers; what must we next Do, sweetheart? Indeed forsooth, how heigh by that la, I hope I neglect No opportunity to your Numquam satis, to be called In question for; go, thou art as fretting as and old Grogrum, by this hand I love thee for't, it becomes thee So prettily to be angry: well, if thou shouldst die, Farewell all love with me for ever: go, I'll meet Thee soon in thy Ladies back lobby, I will, wench, Look for me. All thine; I will reserve my best ability, My heart, my honour, only to thee, only to thee: Pity of my blood away, I hear company Coming on: remember soon I am all thine, I will live perpetually only to thee, away.— 'Sfoot I wonder about what time of the year I was begotten; sure it was when the Moon was In conjunction, and all the other Planets Drunk at a Morrice-dance: I am haunted Above patience, my mind is not as infinite to do, As my occasions are proffered of doing: Chastity! I am And Eunuch, if I think there be any such thing; or If there be, it's amongst us men, for I never found it In a woman, thoroughly tempted, yet: I have a shrewd hard Task coming on, but let it pass: who comes now? My Lord, the Dukes friend! I will strive to be inward with Him, my Noble Lord Fernando. I will wait your pleasure, my Lord,—Good day to Your Lordship.——— The Marquess does love you. And begins to do you infinite grace. Maurucio, infinite grace. Yes, my Lord, and resolved tolye forth for the breuiating the prolixity of some superfluous transmigration of the Suns double Cadence to the western Horizon, my most perspicuous good Lord. I never beheld a more natural Creature in my life. It's a present for and Emperor: What and excellent instrument were this to purchase a suit, or a monopoly from the Dukes ear? She will most graciously entertain it. Alas, you must ask him no questions; but clap him on the cheek: I understand his language; your Fool is though tender hearted'st creature that is. Loose no time, my Lord. This was wisely done now: 'Sfoot you purchase A favour from a Creature, my Lord, the greatest King of the earth would be proud of. Will ye? hold: death of my delights, have ye lost all sense of shame? you're best roar about the Court, that I have been your woman's-barber, and trimmed ye, kind Morona. Yet again; nay, and if you be in that mood, shut up your fore-shop, I'll be your Journeyman no longer: why wise Madam Dryfist, could your mouldy brain be so addle, to imagine I would marry a stale widow at six and forty? Marry gip, are there not varieries enough of thirteen? come, stop your Clap-dish, or I'll purchase a Carting for you: By this light, I have toiled more with this tough Carrion hen, then with ten Quails, scarce grown into their first Feathers. Why thee, Country woman; th'ast a larger purse to pay for the nursing: nay, if you'll needs have the world know how you, reputed a graue-Matron-like Motherly-Madam, kicked up your heals Like a Jennet, whose mark is new come into her mouth, ee'ne do, do; the worst can be said of me is, that I was ill advised to dig for gold in a Coalpit: Are you answered? Excellent: o for three Barbary stone horses to top three Flanders Mares? why how now Wenehes, what means this? I must rid my hands of'em, or they'll ride on my shoulders; by your leave, Ladies: here's none but is of Come mon Counsel one with another: in short, there are three of you with child, you tell me by me: all of you I cannot satisfy, (nor indeed handsomely any of you) you all hope I should mar ry you, which for that it is impossible to be done, I am con tent to have neither of you; for your looking big on the mat ter, keep your own Counsels, I'll not bewray you; but for marriage, heaven bless you, & me from ̄ you; this is my resolution. Nor you, nor you, nor you. And to give you some satisfaction, I'll yield you reasons: you, Colona, had a pretty art in your dalliance, but your fault was, you were too suddenly wone; you, Madam Morona, could have pleased well enough some three or four & thirty years ago, but you are too old; you, Julia, were young enough, but your fault is, you have a scurvy face; now every one knowing her proper defect, thank me, that I ever vouchsafed you the honour of my bed once in your lives: if you want clouts, all I'll promise, is to rip up and old shirt or two; so wishing a speedy deliuera ̄ ce to all your burden ̄ S, I continued ̄ mond you to your patience With my best and dexterity, my Lord. Come, my Lord, I shall entreat your help. Uncase me; I am slain in jest, a pox upon your outlan sh feminine Antiks: pull off my Visor; I shall bleed to death, ere I have time to feel where I am hurt: Duke, I am slain, off with my visor, for heavens sake off with my visor. Oh, oh, o.— Pox upon all Codpiece extravagancy. I am peppered—o, o, o—Duke forgive me. Had I rid any tame beasts, but Barbary wild Colts, I had not been thus jerked out of the saddle. My forfeit was in my blood, and my life hath answered it. Vengeance on all wild whores, I say,—o it's true; Farewell generation of Hackneys.—ooh. Madam. I take that promise, & that double yes as and assurance Of thy faith, in the grove (good sweet remember) In any case alone (d'ee mark love) not as much as your Duchess little dog, (you'll not forget) two hours hence, (Think on't, and miss not,) till then— Youth in threescore years and ten; trust me (my Lord Maurucio) you are now younger in the judgement of those that compare your former age with your latter, by seven and twenty years, then you were three years ago: by all my fideli y, it's a miracle: the Ladies wonder at you. You are beholding to my Lord Fernando for this gift. An't please your Highness, he's of late grown so affectionately inward with my Lady Marquesses Fool, that I presume he is confident, there are few wise men wor thy of his society, who are not as innocently harmless as that creature; it is almost impossible to separate them, and it's a question which of the two is the wiser man.