WALGRAVE

A match say you? a mischief 'twill as soon: Should I can scarce begin to speak to her, But I am interrupted by her father. Would, what say you? and then put over his snout, Able to shadow Powles, it is so great. Well, 'tis no matter, sirrs, this is his House, Knock for the Churl bid him bring out his Daughter; I'll, sbloud I will, though I be hanged for it, Whom, Anthony our friend? Say man, how fares our Loves? How does Mathea ? Can she love Ned ? how does she Like my suit? Will old Pisaro take me for his Son; For I thank God, he kindly takes our Lands, Swearing, Good Gentlemen you shall not want, While old Pisaro, and his credit holds: He will be damned the Roage, before he do't? The fault was small, we three will to thy Master And beg thy pardon. Mathea, How these faithful thoughts obey, That's my good Girls, and I'll pay you for all. Hoyda, hoyda; Whats the matter now; Sure, yonder fellow will be torn in pieces. S'wounds 'tis dinner time, I'll stay no longer: Hark you a word sir. What and old Ass is this to keep us here: Master Pisaro, pray dispatch us hence. Let it be shrovetide, I'll not stay and ynche master Pisaro. For fear the slave ere it be dinner time, Remembering what he did, recall his word: For by his idle speeches, you may swear, His heart was not confederate with his tongue. Marry and shall: Hear you master Pisaro. Swounds, lets follow him; why stay we here? I care not, I remember't well enough: He bade us home; and I will go, that's flat, To teach him better wit another time. Not go? indeed you may do what you please; I'll go, that's flat: nay, I am gone already, Stay you two, and consider further of it. Nay, he may choose for me: But if he will, Why does he not? why stands he prating still? If yowl go, come: if not, farewell? Come away then. But Matt, art thou so mad as to turn French ? If you chide her, chide me (M. Pisaro: For but for me, she had gone in long since. Signor, me thinks you should learn to speak, before you should be so foolhardy, as to woe such a Maiden as that Madonna Matt ? I, and the Fool well enough I warrant you; And much good may it do ye. By M. Pisaros leave, Monsieur I'll mumble you, ex cept you learn to know, whom you speak to: I tell thee Francois, I'll have (maugre thy teeth) her that shall make thee gnash thy teeth to want. Tut man, let us alone, I warrant you. Sbloud, let me come. Master Pisaro, we have occasion of affairs, Which calls us hence with speed; wherefore I pray Defer this business till some fitter time, And to perform what at the Exchange we spoke of. Swounds I'll geld him first, Ere that infestious loszell revel there. Well Matt, I think thou knowest what Ned can do; Shouldst thou change Ned for Noddy, me for him, Thou didst not know thy lose, yfayth thou didst not. Why that will I. Nay by the Mass, the substaunce's here, The shadow's but and Ass. Will not this monsieur Motley take his answer? I'll go and knock the ass about the pate. Why, would it not vex one to hear the ass, Stand prating here of dit and dan, and den and dog? Farewell fortipence, go seek your Signor, I hope yowl find your selves two Dolts anon: Hush Feredinand, I hear the last come stamping hither. Lie farther, one and fifty at the least. Content, content; come, come make haste. Here afore. Come, let me feel: O 'tis some Rogue or other; spurn him, spurn him. Matt, Mistress Mathea ; where be these Girls? Thy Ned, kind Ned, thine honest trusty Ned. What speechless, not a word: why how now Ned? You Dan-de-lion, you that talk so well: Hark you a word or two good Mistress Matt, Did you appoint your Friends to meet you here, And being come, tell us of Whores in France, A Spanish lennet, and and English Mare, A Mongrill, half a Dog and half a Bitch; With Tran-dido, Dil-dido, and I know not what? Hear you, if you'll run away with Ned, And be content to take me as you find me, Why so law, I am yours: if otherwise, Yowl change your Ned, to be a Frenchman's Trull? Why then, Madame Delion, J vous lassera a Di , et la bon fortune. Swounds who should I be but Ned? You make me swear. Leave thought of him, for day steals on apace, And to our Loves: Will you perform your words; All things are ready, and the Parson stands, To join as hearts in hearts, our hands in hands, Night favours us, the thing is quickly done, Then truss up bag and Baggages, and be gone: And ere the morning, to augment your joys, Weel make you mother's of six goodly Boys. But I'll get three, and if I get not four. This works Like wax, now ere to morrow day, If you two ply it but as well as I, Weel work our lands out of Pisaros Daughters: And cansell all our bonds in their great Bellies, When the slave knows it, how the Roge will curse. Matt. The Devil he is. What else, what Lands, what Debts, what will you do? Have you not Land in Mortgage for your money, Nay since 'tis so, we owe you not a Penny, Fret not, Fume not, never bend the Brow: You take Ten in the hundred more then Law, We can complain, extortion, simony, Newgate hath Room, the Law enough in England. Prithee me no Prethies. Here is my wife, Sbloud touch her, if thou darest, Hearst thou, I'll lie with her before thy face, Against the Cross in Cheap, here, any where. What you old crafty Fox you. A vengeance on ill luck, Swounds, what a devil made he forth so late I'll lay my life it he that feigned to sleep, And we all unsuspicious, tearmde a Roage: O God, had I but known him; if I had, I would have writ such Letters with my Sword Upon the bald skin of his parching pate, That he should never have lived to cross us more. She's better then she was, I thank God for it, If sir yowl give me leave, I'll weight on them. I know not what you mean sir. Here's and old Ferret Polecat. Old Fornicator, had I my Dagger, Idem break his Costard. Yes forsooth. (O old lust will you never let me go.) I think I must turn womankind altogether, And scratch out his eyes: For as long as he can see me, he'll never let me go. What, have I passed the Pikes: knows he not Ned? I think I have deserved his Daughters bed. Tut, never fear me, We two abed shall never disagree. Nay blush not wench, fear not, look cheerfully. Good morrow Father; Good morrow Gentlemen: Nay stare not, look you here, no monster I, But even plain Ned : and here stands Matt my Wife. Know you her Frenchman? But she knows me better. Father, pray Father, let me have your blessing, For I have blessed you with a goodly Son; 'Tis breeding here yfayth, a jolly Boy. How now sirrah, whither are you going? Sbloud you might have kept at home & be hanged, What a pox care I. I, with your Daughters You may be sworn, weel be as bold as may be. What will you swagger sirrah, will ye swagger? Good morrow to my good Mistress Mathea.