MALL

Now for my trueloves handkercher; these flowers Are pretty toys, are very pretty toys: Oh but me thinks the Peascod would do better, The Peascod and the Blossom, wonderful! Now as I live, isle surely have it so. Some maids will choose the Gillyflower, some the Rose, Because their sweet cents do delight the nose, But very fools they are in my opinion, The very worst being drawn by cunning art, Seems in the eye as pleasant to the heart. But here's the question, whither my love or no Will seem content? I, there the game does go: And yet isle pawn my head he will applaud The Peascod and the flower, my pretty choice. For what is he loving a thing in heart, Loves not the counterfeit, though made by art? I cannot tell how others fancy stand, But I rejoice sometime to take in hand, The simile of that I love; and I protest, That pretty peascod likes my humour best. But isle unto the Drawers, heel counsel me, Here is his shop: alas, what shall I do? He's not within, now all my labor's lost, See, see, how forward love is ever crossed, But stay, what Gallant's this? Upon what acquaintance? Hands off, sir Knave, and wear it for a favour. No fool, the knave, Oh gross; A gentleman and of so shallow wit! How then? Yes, to make and ass on. No, isle lackey by his side, and whip the ass. With that face! away you wantwit. By the asse-head you shall not. Come, come, you are a man. I have herd as wise. As wise as young Bowdler. Hoida; come up. No good ass, bore and Ase of that. Lord, how eloquence flows in this Gentleman! No sir, I will hold out as long as I may, Though in the end you bear the fool away. No by this night, not I. Yea, I dare sware you'll go a fool to bed. And so I do indeed, himself can tell: But this it is, speak Maidens what they will, Men are so captions the 'ile ever construe ill. I never made you promise, did I, I pray? No forsooth not I. Then mine shall be the field: Wisdom, adue, once more faint heart farewell; Yet if thou seest the Drawer, I prithee tell him, Mall Berry hath more work for him to do; And for your self, learn this when you do woe, Arm you with courage, and with good take heed, For he that spares to speak must spare to speed, And so farewell. Exit. Whats that to you sir? Yes forsooth. Alls one to me, whom he please. And well remembered husband. He hath work of mine, I pray forget it not. On him Cripple! for what? was it for marriage? Cripple, you loose your time, with your fair tears To circumvent my heart: Bowdler I love thee, Barnard I hate, and thou shalt never move me. That I love Barnard ! by heavens I abhor him. What wilt thou make me mad? I say, I hate him. For Barnard ! it for Bowdler. Will you be sworn I did. Cripple, If thou canst prove that ever I Did fancy Barnard, I will love him still. You and I sir, alas, we are not play-fellows, though we be turtles: I am provided. I sir, but this is my Paris, I am resolved, And what I do is by authority. Why then in kindness you are a fool for asking. Not so, for then you wearing that livery, would term your self my fool. What then? Alas it wants wit, his wit is too narrow. How, upon the tenters? indeed if the whole piece were so stretched, and very well beaten with a yard of refor mansion, no doubt it would grow to a goodly breadth. Away you ass, hinder not my business. By your leave master Drawer. Is it done? Here is your money. Cripple, ere long isle visit thee again, I have some ruffs and stomachers to draw. Away you bundle of nothing, away. Exit Mal. Hands off found sir. Yes for sooth, and to confirm the same, Here in this presence, I plighted my faith again; And speak again, what erst before was said, That none but you shall have my maidenhead. And that I doted on him in my sleep. I cannot tell, I may well be deceived, I think I might affect him in my sleep, And yet not know it; let me look on him, I'faith he is a pretty handsome fellow, 'Tis pity he should waste himself in prison; Heigh ho. Cripple, I will love him. I'faith I will. Enter two Sergeants But how shall he know I love him? Feed you on woodcocks, I can fast awhile. Why is your breath so hight? now God forbid I should buy kisses to be smothered. No, no, poor Bowdler, thou dost gull thy self: Thus must I do to shadow the hid fire, That in my heart does burn with hight desire: Oh I do love him well what ere I say, Year will I not my self self love bewray, If he be wise he'll sue with good take heed: Bowdler, do so, and thou art sure to speed: I will fly hence to make his love the stronger, Though my affection must lie hid the longer. What master Bowdler, not a word to say? Why then isle bear the bucklers hence away. Exit. Yes, I forsooth father, isle be his bail, Body for body; think you isle stay at home, And see my husband carried to the Jail? My husband I assure you: Father, these Sergeants both can witness it. He is my husband. Faith but I will, Barnard, speak for thy self. Yes sir, and here protest, Of all in London I love Barnard best. Dost thou love him Mall?