LAURENTIA

Now Master, what intend you to read to us? Not I. Why was I made a Maid, but for a Man? And why Laurentia, but for Ferdinand? The chastest Soul these Angels could entice? Much more himself, and Angel of more price: were't thy self present, as my heart could wish, Such usage thou shouldst have, as I give this. If I did, how then? And, hold thy tongue I prithee: here's my father. But signor Alvaro if the periculo or mal shaunce were such, that she should love and live with and other, then the dulce visage must be left in spite of the lovers teeth, while he may whine at his own ill fortune. I think not so sir, for I never herd him say so but I'll go in and ask him if his meaning be so. Believe him not for heel tell any lie. If so he thinks thou mayest be pleased thereby, Come go with me and near stand prating here, I have a jest to tell thee in thine ear, Shall make you laugh: come let your signor stand, I know there's not a Wench in all this Town, Scoffs at him more, or loves him less then thou. Master Ʋ andalle, as much I say for you; If needs you marry with and English Lass, Woe her in English, or sheele call you Ass. Are you so crafty, o that night were come, That I might hear my Dutchman how hee'd swear In his own mother Language, that he loves me: Well, if I quit him not, I here pray God, I may led Apes in Hell, and die a Maid; And that were worse to me then a hanging. Master Heigham ? And so jest out a hanging; let's rather draw him up in the Basket, and so starve him to death this frosty night. Go to then. M. Heigham, o sweet M Higham, does my Father think that his unkindness can partly you & poor Laurentia ? No, no, I have found a drift to bring you to my Chamber, if you have but the heart to venture it. Then you dare go into a Basket; for I know no other means to enjoy your company, then so: for my Fa there hath the Keys of the Door. O no, so you may catch a fall. There M. Heigham, Put your self into that Basket, and I will draw you up: But no words I pray you, for fear my Sister hear you. Are you ready master Heigham? Are you up sir? Do and you dare, you see here is your fortune, Disquiet not my father; if you do, I'll send you with a vengeance to the ground, Well we must confess we trouble you, And over watching makes a wiseman mad, Much more a fool, theres a Cusshon for you. To lay your head on. Couch in your Kennel sleep and fallen to rest, And so good night for London maids scorn still, A Dutchman should be seen to curb their will. Not master Heigham? Yfayth thou'rt welcome. Nay Gentles, welcome all. Nay never weep Marina for the matter, Tears are but signs of sorrow, helping not. Let us determine Sisters what to do, My father means to wed us in the morning, And therefore something must be thought upon. Agreed, agreed: but who shall speak for all? Thou wilt not speak for crying. Even to our father, To know what he intends to do with us. Many Balsaros I; I'll to my Love: And thanks to Anthony for this escape. I cannot say for these; but on my life, This loves a Cushion better then a Wife. My self (forsooth) that took his shape upon me, I was that Mowche that you sent from home: And that same Mowche that deceived you, Effected to possess this Gentleman: Which to attain, I thus be guiled you all. Fit till dinners done; not I, I swear: Shall I stay? till he belch into mine ears Those rustic Phrases, and those Dutch French terms, Stammering half Sentences dogbolt Eloquence: And when he hath no love forsooth, why then He tells me Cloth is deer at Anwerpe, and the men Of Amsterdam have lately made a law, That none but Dutch as he, may traffic there: Then stands he still and studies what to say; And after some half hour, because the Ass Hope's (as he thinks) I shall not contradict him. He tells me that my Father brought him to me, And that I must perform my Father's will. Well goodman Goosecap, when thou woest again, Thou shalt have simple ease, for thy Loves pain. Is't that I care not for you, is't that your breath stinks, if that your breath stinks not, you must learn sweeter English or I shall never understand your suit. Peace you Mammet, let's see which it is; we may chance teach him a strange trick for his learning: M. Heigham, what wind drives you to our house so late? Your self & your good news does more enforce: How these have set forth love by all their wit, I swear in heart, I more then double it. Sisters be glad, for he hath made it plain, The means to get our Schoolmaster again: But Gentlemen, for this time cease our loves, This open street perhaps suspicion moves, Fain we would stay, bid you walk in more rather, But that we fear the coming of our father: Go to the Exchange, crave Gold as you intend, Pisaro scrapes for us; for us you spend: We say farewell, more sadlier be bold, Then would my greedy father to his Gold: We here, you there, ask Gold; and Gold you shall: Weel pay the interest, and the principal. Exeunt Sisters Peace, let him not know, that you are here: M. Heigham, if you will stay awhile that I may see, if my Father be a sleep, and I'll make means we may come together Well, what shall we do with this Lubber? (Lover I should say.) Nay, the fool will cry out, & so wake my father. How heavy the Ass is: Master Heigham, is there any in the Basket but your self?