ALDANA

Why how! mistress daughter, have you conquered the West Indies, that you wear a gold Mine on your back, this wearing will make your father's revenues shrink. Y are a good Jewel the while. You will not, and to what end suits all this bravery pray? Of Valladaura's fight at Sea; is this golden bait for him? To parallel the Queen in beauty and virtue? which he can never do. Thou foolish girl: then compare a Glowworm with a Star, a Star with the Sun. Ene in the midst mean, daughter, or let me see and thou wilt be ruled by me, bear thy self—E'ne how thou wilt, provi dead it be to thine own profit, and my further honour: Noble Bonavide has Valladaur a Daughter? do you know this gallant? Marry and welcome, my further honour still. Come not you Nuntius from Bonavida Sir? I hear no hurt, my further honour still. Honour upon honour. As much as ere he will I think, Valladaura S a pretty piece of flesh cease him: play not Esops cur, loose not the substance in expectation of the shadow: it's a dog trick many Ladies have practised: bosom him, do. And he were meaner, so thou gettest profit, and thy father honour by't He begins to recoil, clap him close to thy breast, he's gone else. How, neither for thy profit, nor thy father's honour? For thy honour now; what didst at Sea? That did no more than thou didst, thy further honour still. I Like that well, thy further honour still. I am proud of that, my further honour still. For giving of they? Knight there's small honour in ta king of they though in my judgement, but what was he? And never miscall me, if she be thy wife as I think she will be. Get hers, it's not a straw matter for mine, and yet to make her no worse than she is, I must needs say she will do any thing she list her self in spite of my beard, my further Ho nou_r_ still: but take her to thee, I thought so, as soon as ever I saw thee smack, I knew 'twould prove a match and now 'tis out, my further honour still. And intends to visit thee, for having failed in all his Foreign purposes: he means, upon those thy pillars, as Hercu less did upon his, to write Nonultra, thinkest thou not so girl? my further honour still. My daughter is and apt, and witty lass: I know her apprehensive, and well-brained: My further honour still. A worthy stranger, a bold villain too, My further honour still. Honour still. What means my son? Where? What do you mean? True, to my daughter. You are too dark. Little to my honour and this be true; Doing no hurt, I hope she has more care of him then so. Wine, and a strumpet, were there no hope of generati on, but in her only, this hand should be her hangman: a whore on her wedding night, There's more modesty contemned in a Gore, strumpet, whore, I will not call her daughter, I'll lose her, Will you lead the way? Th'art a chicken, leave us, tho'a father's name, I'll bear a lyons heart, break open the doors, strumpet, why Impudence, break open the door— A strumpet, thee, a—I can't devise a name bade e nough for thee. I see none: whose? what name? Thy Husband? If he were so loving to her, and honourable to you what business had he in your Chamber? How could that be, when you were married before? My daughter chaste, my house honest, and noble Fer rers my Son-in-law; this happens to my further honour indeed. Please you take pat of a short breakfast, we will ac company you. I commend you, my daughter a whore, make my house a stews, and her father a pander; is this all the honour she does me? She has aved us a labour; what means this bloody punyard Both to their honours still.