PISARO

They be my Daughters and their Schoolmaster, Pisaro, not a word, but list their talk. The Clarke must have his fees, I'll pay you them. I can no longer hold my patience. Impudent villainy, and lascivious Girls, I have overheard your vild conversions: You scorn Philosophy : You'll be no Nun, You must needs kiss the Purse, because he sent it. And you forsooth, you flurgill, minion, A brat scant folded in the dozens at most, Yowl have your will forsooth; What will you have? I say but twelve: you're best tell me I lie. What sirrah Anthony. Come here sir, & you light huswives get you in: Stare not upon me, move me not to ire: Exeunt sisters. Nay sirrah stay you here, I'll talk with you: Did I retain thee (villain) in my house, Gave thee a stipend twenty Marks by year, And hast thou thus infected my three Girls, Urging the love of those, I most abhorred; Unthrifts, Beggars; what is worse, And all because they are your Countrymen? A Knave passed grace, is passed recovery. Why sirrah Frisco, Villain, Loggerhead, where art thou? Well sirrah, leave this thought, & mind my words, Give diligence, inquire about For one that is expert in Languages, A good Musician, and a Frenchman born; And bring him hither to instruct my Daughters, I'll never trust more a smooth-faced Englishman. If he speak French, thus he will say, Awee awee : What, canst thou remember it? Dutch. Hance butterkin slowpin. Can you, I pray let's hear some? Stay sirrah, you are too hasty; for he must speak one Language more. Italian. Can you so, as how? Hence ass, hence loggerhead, begun I say. And now to you that reads Philosophy, Pack from my house, I do discharge thy service, And come not near my doors; for if thou dost, I'll make thee a public example to the world. Ah sirrah, this trick was spied in time, For if but two such Lectures more they herd, For ever had their honest names been marred: I'll in and rate them: yet that's not best, The Girls are wilful, and severity May make them careless, mad, or desperate. What shall I do? O! I have found it now, There are three wealthy Merchants in the Town, All Strangers, and my very special friends, The one of them is and Italian: A Frenchman, and a Dutchman, be the other: These three intyrely do affect my Daughters, And therefore mean I, they shall have the tongues, That they may answer in their several Language: But what helps that? they must not stay so long, For while they are a learning Languages, My English Youths, both wed, and bed them too: Which to prevent, I'll seek the Strangers out, Let's look: 'tis passed aleauen, Exchange time full, There shall I meet them, and confer with them, This work craves hast, my Daughters must be Wed, For one Months stay, say farewell Maiden head. Good morrow, M. Strangers. You shall, and welcome welcome as my soul: But were my third Son sweet Alvaro here, We would not stay at the Exchange to day, But hie us home and there end our affairs. Master More, marry with all my heart good morrow sir; What news? What news? Thanks is too small a guerdon for such news. How Like you this News friends? Master Ʋ andalle, Here's somewhat towards for my Daughters Dowry: Here's somewhat more then we did yet expect. Accept it, why? What sir should I accept, Have you received Letters, and not I? Where is this lazy villain, this slow Post: What, brings he every man his Letters home, And makes me no body; does he, does he? I would not have you bring me counterfeit; And if you do, assure you I shall smell it: I know my Factors writing well enough. 'Tis well you do sir. What Master Walgraue, and my other Friends: You are grown strangers to Pisaros house, I pray make bold with me. Would you have ought with me, I pray now speak. Gentlemen all I love you all: Which more to manifest, this after noon Between the hours of two and three repair to me; And were it half the substance that I have, While it is mine, 'tis yours to command. But Gentlemen, as I have regard to you, So do I wish you'll have respect to me: You know that all of us are mortal men, Subject to change and mutability; You may, or I may, soon pitch over the Perch Or so, or so, have contrary crosses: Wherefore I deem but mere equity, That some thing may betwixt us be to show. What M. Brown, the only man I wished for, Does your price fallen? what shall I have these Clothes? For I would ship them straight away for Stoade : I do wish you my Money before another. You are to deer in sadness, master Heigham : You were about to say somewhat, pray proceed. I am the last you should have kept it still: Well, we shall see what news you bring with you; Our duty premised, and we have sent unto your worship Sack, seville Oils, Pepper, Barbery sugar, and such other commodities as we thought most requisite, we wanted money therefore we are fain to take up 200. l. of Master Towersons man, which by a bill of Exchange sent to him, we would request your worship pay accordingly. You shall command sir, you shall command sir, The news here is, that the English shipes, the Fortune, your shipe, the adventure and good luck of London coa sting along by Italy Towards Turkey, were set upon by to Spanish-galleis, what became of them we know not, but doubt much by reason of the weathers calmness. Marry he says, these witless luckless doults, Have met, and are beset with Spanish Galleys, As they did sail along by Italy: What a bots made the dolts near Italy, Could they not keep the coast of Barbary, Or having passed it, gone for Tripoli, Being on the other side of Sicily, As near, as where they were unto the Straights: For by the Gloabe, both Tripoli and it, Lie from the Straights some twenty five degrees; And each degree makes threescore english miles? And what fits yours? a prating wrangling tongue, A woman's ceaseless and incessant babbling, That sees the world turned topsy turuie with me; Yet hath not so much wit to stay a while, Till I bemoan my late excessive lose. I tell you sir, it would have made you whine Worse then if shools of luckless croaking Ravens, Had ceased on you to feed their famished paunches: Had you herd news of such a ravenous rout, Ready to cease on half the wealth you have. But men are senseless now of others woe, This stony age is grown so stony hearted, That none respects their neighbours Misery's, I wish (as Poets do) that Saturn's times The long out worn world wear in use again, That men might sail without impediment. Faith sir I was here but was driven home, Heres such a common hant of Crack-rope boys, That what for fear to have m'apparell spoiled, Or my Ruffs durted, or Eyes struck out: I dare not walk where people do expect me: Well, things (I think) might be better looked unto, And such Coin to, which is bestowed on Knaves, Which should, but do not see things be reformed, Might be imployde to many better uses: But what of beardless Boys, or such Like trash; The Spanish Galleys: O, a vengeance on them. Master Vandalle I confess I wrong you; But I'll but talk a word or two with him, and straight turn to you. Ah sir, and how then y faith? What should you fear: end as I have vowed be before, So now again; my Daughters shall be yours: And therefore I beseech you and your friends, Defer your business till Dinner time; And what youd say, keep it for table talk. Well sir, since things do fallen so crosely out, I must dispose my self to patience: But for your business, do you assure your self, At my repairing home from the Exchange, I'll set a helping hand unto the same. Nought is too good and epithet by much, For to distinguish such contrariousnesse: Hath not swift Fame told you our slow sailde Ships Have been overtaken by the swift sail Galleys, And all my cared-for goods within the lurch Of that same Catterpiller brood of Spain. How sir; did the Wind rise at North, and Seas wax rough: and were the Galleys therefore glad to fly? Wertenberg thou not my Alvaro my beloved, One whom I know does dearly count of me, Much should I doubt me that some scoffing lack, Had sent thee in the midst of all my griefs, To tell a feigned tale of happy luck. What is this world? or what this state of man, How in a moment cursed, in a trice blessed? But even now my happy state gan fade, And now again, my state is happy made, My Goods all safe, my Ships all escaped away, And none to bring me news of such good luck, But whom the Heavens have marked to be my Son: Were I a Lord as great as Alexander, None should more willingly be made mine Heir Then thee thou golden tongue, thou good-news teller Joy stops my mouth. What business sir? Gods me, I cry you mercy: Do it, yes sir, you shall command me more. Marry God shield, that I should palter with you: I do accept it, and come when you please; You shall have money, you shall have your money endue. O, you cannot cog: Go to, take that, Pray for my life: pray that I have good luck, And thou shalt see, I will not be thy worst master. A thousand welcomes friends: Monsieur Delion, Ten thousand Ben-venues unto your self. Signior Alvaro, Master Vandalle ; Proud am I, that my roof contains such Friends. Why Mall, Larentia, Matth ; Where be these Girls? Lively my Girls, and bid these Strangers welcome; They are my friends, your friends, and our wellwillers: You cannot tell what good you may have on them. Gods me, Why stir you not? Hark in your ear, These be the men the choice of many millions, That I your careful Father have provided To be your Husbands: therefore bid them welcome. What Stocks, what stones, what senseless Trunks be these? When as I bid you speak, you hold your tongue: When I bid peace, then can you prate, and chat, And gossip: But go too, speak and bid welcome; Or (as I live) you were as good you did. And that me thinks sir, not without needs: And with Italian, to a Child's obedience, With such desire to seek to please their Parents, As others far more virtuous then them selves, Do daily strive to do: But 'tis no matter, I'll shortly pull your haughty stomachs down: I'll teach you urge your Father; make you run, When I bid run: and speak, when I bid speak: What greater cross can careful parents have knock within Then careless Children. Stir and see who knocks? A murren, what make these? What do they here? Hark you Gentlemen; I did expect you At after noon, not before two a clock. Why Gentlemen, I pray who bade you now? Who ever did it, sure hath done you wrong: For scarcely could you come to worse cheer. A murren on your selves, and sureness too: How am I crossed: Gods me, what shall I do, This was that ill news of the Spanish Pirates, That so disturbed me: well, I must dissemble, And bid them welcome; but for my Daughters I'll send them hence, they shall not stand and prate. Well my Masters, Gentlemen, and Friends, Though unexpected, yet most heartily welcome; (Welcome with a vengeance) but for your cheer, That will be small: yet too too much for you. Mall, in and get things ready. Laurentia, bid Maudlin lay the Cloth, take up the Meat: Look how she stirs; you sullen Elf, you Callet, Is this the haste you make? But that grand amico, is your grand inimico : One, if they be suffered to parlar, Will poll you, I and pill you of your Wife: They love together: and the other two, Loves her two Sisters: but 'tis only you Shall crop the flower, that they esteem so much. Do sir, I pray you do; set lustily upon them, And I'll be ready still to second you. Why how now Minion; what, is this your service? Your other Sisters busy are imployde, And you stand idle: get you in, or. I think she had: for we are sprights to scare her; But er't belong, I'll driven that humour from her. The worst perhaps dislike him, but the best esteem him best. Every man as he may: yet sometime the blind may catch a Hare. Yet a man may want of his will, and bore and Ace of his wish: But Gentlemen, every man as his luck serves, and so agree we; I would not have you fallen out in my house: Come, come, all this was in jest, now lets too't in earnest; I mean with our teeth, and try who's the best Trencherman. Unmannerly, untaught, unnurtured Girls, Do I bring Gentlemen, my very friends To feast with me, to revel at my House, That their good likings, may be set on you, And you Like misbehaved and sullen Girls, Turn tail to such, as may advance your states: I shall remembert, when you think I do not. I am sorry Gentlemen, your cheare's no better; But what did want at Board, excuse me for, And you shall have amends be made in Bed. To them friends, to them; they are none but yours: For you I bred them, for you brought them up: For you I kept them, and you shall have them: I hate all others that resort to them: Then rouse your bloods be bold with what's your own: For I and mine (my friends) be yours, or none. Welcome friend, welcome: my man (I think) Hath at the full, resolved thee of my will. Monsieur Delion, I pray question him: I tell you sir, 'tis only for your sake, That I do mean to entertain this fellow, Why saucebox; how now you unreverent mincks Why? in whose Stable hast thou been brought up, To interrupt a man in amid of speech? Monsieur Delion, disquiet not your self, But as you have begun, I pray proceed To question with this Countryman of yours. Yes marry Gentlemen, I will, I will. Alvaro to your task, fallen to your task, I'll bear away those three, who being here, Would set my Daughters on a merry pin: Then chearely try your lucks; but speak, and speed, For you alone (say I) shall do the deed. Now Friends, now Gentlemen, how speeds your work; have you not found them shrewd unhappy girls? Are they so lusty? Dare they be so proud? Well, I shall find a time to meet with them: In the mean season, pray frequent my house. Ho now sirrah, whither are you running? What business, Ass? Would, what is this? Can this be true? What, art thou sure the Wenches bade them come? No sirrah, stay you here; but one word more: Did they appoint the ̄ come one by one, or else all together? How this news glads me, and revives my soul: How say you sirs, what will you have a jest worth the telling; nay worth the acting: I have it Gentlemen, I have it Friends. O that youth so sweet, so soon should turn to age; were I as you, why this were sport alone for me to do. Hark ye, hark ye; here my man, Says, that the Girls have sent for Master Heigham And his two friends; I know they love them dear, And therefore wish them late at night be here To revel with them: Will you have a jest, To work my will, and give your longings rest: Why then M. Ʋ andalle, and you two, Shall soon at midnight come, as they should do, And court the Wenches; and to be unknown, And taken for the men, whom they alone So much affect; each one shall change his name: Master Ʋ andalle, you shall take Heigham, and you Young Harvey, and monsieur Delion Ned, And under shadows be of substance sped: How Like you this device? how think you of it? You are in the right sir. Would, would, would, master Vandalle, I trow you will be merry soon at night, When you shall do in deed, what now you hope of. Well my Sons all, (for so I count you shall) What we have here devised, provide me for: But above all, do not (I pray) forget To come but one by one, as they did wish. Yes marry shall he: see that you be ready, And at the hour of eleven soon at night: High you to Bucklersburie to his Chamber, And so direct him straight unto my house: My Son Alvaro, and monsieur Delion, I know, does know the way exceeding well: Well, weel to the Rose in Barken for and hour: And sirrah Frisco, see you prove no blab. How favourable Heaven and Earth is seen, To grace the mirthful complot that is laid, Nights Candles burn obscure, and the pale Moon Favouring our drift, lies buried in a Cloud: I can but smile to see the simple Girls, Hoping to have their sweethearts here to night, Tickled with extreme joy, laugh in my face: But when they find, the Strangers in their steads, Theyle change their note, and sing and other song. Where be these Girls here? what, to bed, to bed: Mawdlin make fast the Doors, rake up the Fire; Gods me, 'tis nine a clock, hark Bow-bell rings: Knock. Some look down below, and see who knocks: And hark you Girls, settle your hearts at rest, And full resolve you, that to morrow morn, You must be wed to such as I prefer; I mean Alvaro and his other friends: Let me no more be troubled with your nays. You shall do what I'll have, and so resolve. Welcome M. More, welcome, What wind a-gods name drives you forth so late? To bed, and what hath God sent you? And God bless her: But what's your will sir? Lodge in my house, welcome withal my heart, Matt hark you, she shall lie with you, Trust me she could not come in fitter time. For here you sir, to morrow in the morning. All my three Daughters must be married, Good master More lets have your company, What say you sir; Welcome honest friend. Mowche hear you, stir betimes to morrow, For then I mean your Scholars shall be wed: What news, what news man that you look so sad, Good night master More farewell honest friend, Come, come to bed, to bed 'tis nine and passed, Do not stand prating here to make me fetch you, But get you to your Chambers. Exit Pisaro. I'll put the Light out, least I be espied, For closely I have stolen me forth a doares, That I might know, how my three Sons have sped. Now (afore God) my heart is passing light, That I have overreached the Englishmen: Would, would, Master Ʋ andalle, many such nights Will suage your big swollen bulk, and make it lank: When I was young; yet though my Hairs be grey, I have a Young men spirit to the death, And can as nimbly trip it with a Girl, As those which fold the springtide in their Beards: Lord how the very thought of former times, Supples these near dried limbs with activeness: Well, thoughts are shadows, sooner lost then seen, Now to my Daughters, and their merry night, I hope Alvaro and his company, Have read to them moral Philosophy, And they are full with it: Here I'll stay, And tarry till my gallant youths come forth. I know that voice, or I am much deceived. Well fare a head, or I had been descried. Gods me, what make the Youngsters here so late? I am a Rouge, and spurn him: well Jack sauce, The Rogue is waking yet, to mar your sport. Here's cunning harlotries, they feed these off With welcome, and kind words, while other Lads. Revel in that delight they should possess: Good Girls, I promise you I Like you well. Theres a found Card at Maw, a lusty lad, Your father thought him well, when one he had, Here. Will you be wiu'de? first learn to keep a wife, Learn to be thrifty, learn to keep your Lands, And learn to pay your debts to, I advise, else. Nay, nay speak out, bear witness Gentlemen, Wheres Mowche, charge my Musket, bring me my Bill, For here are some that mean to Rob thy master. I am a Fox with you, well Jack sauce, Beware least for a Goose, I pray on you. In baggages, Mowche make fast the door. I, well said Mouche, now I see thy love, And thou shalt see mine, one day if I live. None but my Daughters sir, hangs for your tooth: I'de rather see them hanged first, ere you get them. What, what, young men & sluggards fie for shame You trifle time at home about vain toys, While others in the mean time, steal your Brides: I tell you sir, the English Gentlemen Had wel-ny mated you, and me, and all; The Doors were open, and the Girls abroad, Their Sweethearts ready to receive them to: And gone forsooth they had been, had not I (I think by revelation) stopped their flight: But I have coopt them up, and so will keep them. But sirrah Frisco, where's the man I sent for? Whose Cloak have you God there? How now, where's Ʋ andalle? Why then you turned together, Ass. Why, turned you not both on the left hand? Hoyda, why yet you went both together. Why Dolt, why Patch, why Ass, On which hand turned ye? Was ever creature plagued with such a Dolt? My Son Vandalle now hath lost himself, And shall all night go straying bout the Town; Or meet with some strange Watch that knows him not; And all by such and arrant Ass as this. Where? Peace you Villain, and let's see who's there? Go look about the House; where are our weapons? What might this mean? What, wouldst thou break my Windows with a Stone? How now, who's there, who are you sir? What, my Son Vandalle, how comes this to pass? Why how now Son, what have your Adamants Drawn you up so far, and there left you hanging Betwixt Heaven and Earth Like Mahomets Sepulchre? Help you, but how? Do gentle Mouche: Why but here's a jest; They say, high climers have the greatest falls: If you should fallen; as how yowl do I know not, Byr'lady I should doubt me of my Son: Pray to the Rope to hold: Art thou there Mouche? Why sauce, who asked your counsel? Let him down. What, with a Cushion too? why you provided To led your life as did Diogenes ; And for a Tubb, to creep into a Basket. I thought so sirrah, you gave him the flip. Why how now Rascal; is your manners such? You ass, you Dolt, why led you him through Cornhill, Your way had been to come through Canning street. Why thou seest ye were in Cornhill. Sirrah I owe for this a Cudgeling: But Gentlemen, sith things have faulne out so, And for I see Vandalle quakes for cold, This night accept your Lodgings in my house, And in the morning forward with your marriage, Come on my sons, sirrah fetch up more wood. Are Wood & Coals brought up to make a fire? Is the Meat spitted ready to lie down: For Bakemeates I'll have none, the world's too hard: There's Geese too, now I remember me; Bid Mawdlin lay the Giblets in Passed, Here's nothing thought upon, but what I do. Stay Frisco, see who rings: look to the Door, Let none come in I charge, were he my Father, I'll keep them while I have them: Frisco, who is it? Who is come? Mistress Susan, Ass? O she must come in. Welcome Mistress Susan, welcome; I little thought you would have come to night; But welcome (trust me) are you to my house: What, does your Mother mend? does she recover? I promise you I am sorry for her sickness. Now afore God she is a sweet smug Girl, One might do good on her; the flesh is frail, Man hath infirmity, and such a Bride, Were able to change Age to hight desire: Hark you Sweetheart, To morrow are my Daughters to be wed, I pray you take the pains to go with them. Yes marry shall you, and a thousand thanks, Such company as you my Daughters want, Maids must grace Maids, when they are married: Is't not a merry life (thinks thou) to wed, For to embrace, and be embraced abed. You may do, if yowl follow mine advice; I tell thee Mouse, I knew a Wench as nice: Well, she's at rest poor soul, I mean my Wife, That thought (alas good heart) Love was a toy, Until (well, that time is gone and passed away) But why speak I of this: Hark ye Sweating, There's more in Wedlock, then the name can show; And now (byr'lady) you are ripe in years: And yet take heed Wench, there lies a Pad in Straw; Young men are slippery, fickle, wavering; Constant abiding graceth none but Age: Then Maids should now wax wise, and do so, As to choose constant men, let fickle go, Youth's unregarded, and unhonoured: And ancient Man does make a Maid a Matron: And is not that and Honour, how say you? how say you? You say right well, and do but think thereon, How Husbands, honoured years, long card-for wealth, Wise staidness, Experient government, Does grace the Maid, that thus is made a Wise, And you will wish your self such, on my life. But go (sweetheart) to bed, I do thee wrong, The lateness now, makes all our talk seem long. How now Mowche, be the Girls abed? Would, you say well: come, light her to her Chamber, Good rest wish I to thee; wish so to me, Then Susan and Pisaro shall agree: Think but what joy is near your bedfellow, Such may be yours; take counsel of your Pillow: To morrow weel talk more; and so good night, Think what is said, may be, if all hit right. Yowl be a villain still: Look who's at door? Six a clock say you; trust me, forward days: Hark you Mowche, hic you to Church, Bid M Bewford be in readiness: Where go you, that way? O 'tis well: and M. Brown, Trust me, your early stirring makes me muse, Is it to me your business? And welcome news, More welcome makes the bringer: Speak, speak, good M. Brown, I long to hear them. Young M. Harvey sick; now afore God The news bites near the Bone: for should he die, His Living mortgaged would be redeemed, For not these three months does the Bound bear date: Die now, marry God in heaven defend it; O my sweet Lands, lose thee, nay lose my life: And which is worst, I dare not ask mine own, For I take two and twenty in the hundred, When the Law gives but ten: But should he live, He careless would have left the debt unpaid, Then had the Lands been mine Pisaros own, Mine, mine own Land, mine own Possession. You're out too much already, Unless you give him life, and me his Land. What welcome sir; as welcome as new life Given to the poor condemned Prisoner: Return (good master Brown ) assure their welcome, Say it, nay swear it; for they're welcome truly: For welcome are they to me which bring Gold. See down who knocks; it may be there they are: Frisco, call down my Sons, bid the Girls rise: Where's Mowche ; what, is he gone or no? O hear you siera, bring along with you Master Balsaro the Spanish Merchant. Stay, take us with you. Hark, they knock again, Come my souls comfort, thou good news bringer, I must needs hug thee even for pure affection. Lift softly (good my friends) for hurting him. Look chearely sir, you're welcome to my house. Hark M. Vandalle, and my other Sons, Seem to be sad as grieving for his sickness, But inwardly rejoice. Master Ʋ andalle, Signor Alvaro, Monsieur Delion, Bid my Friend welcome, pray bid him welcome: Take a good heart; I doubt not (by Gods leave) You shall recover and do well enough: (If I should think so, I should hang my self.) Frisco, go bid Marina come to me. Exit Frisco. You are a Witness sir, of this men Will: What think you M. More, what say you to't? Marry my Daughter: no byr'lady. Hear you Alvaro, my Friend counsel me, Seeing young M. Harvey is so sick, To marry him incontinent to my Daughter. Or else the gift he hath bestowed, is vain: Marry and he recover; no my Son, I will not lose thy love, for all his Land. Alvaro, here's my Keys, take all I have, My Money, Plate, Wealth, Jewels, Daughter too: Now God be thanked, that I have a Daughter, worthy to be Aluaroes bed fellow: O how I do admire and praise thy wit, I'll straight about it: Hear you Master More. It shall be so; come hither Daughter. Master Harvey, that you may see my love Comes from a single heart unfeignedly, See here my Daughter, her I make thine own: Nay look not strange, before these Gentlemen, I freely yield Marina for thy Wife. Come sir, I trust you shall do well again: Here, here, it must be so; God give you joy, And bless you (not a day to live together.) What interest we have, we yield it you: Are you now satisfied, or rests there ought? Am I awake? or do deluding Dreams Make that seem true, which most my soul did fear? What shall I do? What shall I say? Did not you counsel me to wed my Child? What Potion? Where's your help, your remedy. Sirrah Mowche, what answer brought you back? Will master Balsaro come, as I requested? Know you not Ass, did I not send thee for him? Did not I bid thee bring him, with the Parson? What answer made he, will he come or no? Hence you forgetful dolt: Look down who knocks? First tell me that I am a liveless coarse; Tell me of Doomsday, tell me what you will, Before you say Laurentia is gone. Anger, and extreme grief enforceth me. Pray sir, who bade you meet me at the Tower? Thou art a Villain, a dissembling Wretch, Worse then Anthony whom I kept last: Fetch me and Officer, I'll hamper you, And make you sing at Bridewell for this trick: For well he hath deserved it, that would swear He went not forth a doors at my appointment. How say you master Brown, went he not forth? What likeness can there be beside himself? Talk of Patience? I'll not bear these wrongs: Go call down Matt, and mistress Susan More, 'Tis well that of all three, we have one sure. Whom should I mean sir, but your Daughter? I, late yesternight, when she came here to bed. I am glad you are so pleasant M More, You're loath that Susan should be held a sluggard: What man, was late before she went to bed, And therefore time enough to rise again. A bed at your house? tell me I am mad, Did not I let her in adores my self, Spoke to her, talked with her, and canvased with her; And yet she lay not here? What say you sirrah? O how this frets me: Frisco, what say you? Do so Frisco. Gentlemen and Friends, Now shall you see how I am wronged by him. Lay she not here? I think the world's grown wise, Plain folks (as I) shall not know how to live. I am undone, a reprobate, a slave; A scorn, a laughter, and a jesting stock: Give me my Child, give me my Daughter from you. Is it even so; why then I see that still, Do what we can, Women will have their Will. Gentlemen, you have outreacht me now, Which never before you, any yet could do: You, that I thought should be my Sons indeed, Must be content, since there's no hope to speed: Others have God, what you did think to gain; And yet believe me, they have took some pain. Well, take them, there; and with them, God give joy. And Gentlemen, I do entreat to morrow, That you will Feast with me, for all this sorrow: Though you are wedded, yet the Feast's not made: Come let us in, for all the storms are passed, And heaps of joy will follow on as fast. HOw smug this gray-eyed Morning seems to be, A pleasant sighed; but yet more pleasure have I To think upon this moistening Southwest Wind, That drives my laden Ships from fertile Spain: But come what will, no Wind can come amiss, For two and thirty Winds that rules the Seas, And blows about this airy Region; Thirty two Ships have I to equal them: Whose wealthy fraughts do make Pisaro rich: Thus every Soil to me is natural: Indeed by birth, I am a Portingale, Who driven by Western winds on English shore, Here liking of the soil, I married, And have Three Daughters: But impartial Death Long since, depriude me of her dearest life: Since whose disease, in London I have dwelled: And by the sweet loud trade of Ʋ fury, Letting for Interest, and on Mortgages. Do I wax rich, though many Gentlemen By my extortion comes to misery: Amongst the rest, three English Gentlemen, Have pawnde to me their Livings and their Lands: Each several hoping, though their Hope's are vain, By marriage of my Daughters, to possess Their Patrimonies and their Lands again: But Gold is sweet, and they deceive themselves; For though I guild my Temples with a smile, It is but Judas -Like, to work their ends. But soft, What noise of footing do I hear? This (loving friends) hath thus emboldened me, For knowing the affection and the love Master Vandalle, that you bear my Daughter: Likewise, and that with joy considering too, you Mounsier Delion, would feign dispatch I promise you, me thinks the time did fit, And does bir-Lady too, in mine advice, This day to clap a full conclusion up: And therefore made I bold to call on you, Meaning (our business done here at the Burse ) That you at mine entreaty should walk home, And take in worth such Viands as I have: And then we would, and so I hope we shall, Loosely tie up the knot that you desire, But for a day or two; and then Church rites Shall sure conform, confirm, and make all fast. I must crave pardon; O sirrah, are you come? Believe me I am then more sorry for it. But for your daughter come she soon or late, Some of us will be up to let her in, For here be three means not to sleep to night: Well you must be gone? commend me to your wife, Take heed how you go down, the stairs are bade, Bring here a light. Good morrow? now I tell you Gentleman n, You wrong and move my patience overmuch, What will you Rob me, Kill me, Cut my Throat: And set mine own blood here against me too, You huswives? Baggages? or what is worse, Wilful, stoubborne, disobedient: Use it not Gentlemen, abuse me not, Newgate hath room, theres law enough in England, A Tutor said I; a Tutor for the Devil. I, go; I, go: your words move me as much, As does a Stone being cast against the air. But soft, What Light is that? What Folks be those? O 'tis Alvaro & his other Friends, I'll down & let them in. Why logerhead, him I sent for, where is he? Where hast thou been? How hast thou spent thy time? Did I not send thee to my Son Vandalle? How is't six to one the weather calm, Now afore God who would not doubt their safety, A plague upon these Spanish-galli Pirattes, Roaring Caribdis, or devouring Scylla, Were half such terror to the antic world, As these same antic Villains now of late, Have made the Straights betwixt Spain and Barbary. Come on my lads, M. Vandalle, sweet son Alvaro : Come done Balsaro, lets be jogging home Bir laken sirs, I think 'tis one a clock. Would, say that word again, say it again, A good thing cannot be too often spoken: Marina say you, are you sure it she, Or Marry, Margery ; or some other Maid?