MORIA

Now (in very good serious) ladies, I will have this order reversed, the presence must be better maintained from you: a quarter passed eleven, and never a Nymph in prospective? beshrew my hand, there must be a reformed discipline. Is that your new ruff, sweet ladybird? By my truth, it's most intricately rare. Exceeding witty and integrate: you did so aggravate the jest withal. Movingly? out of measure (in troth) sweet charge. Save only you wanted the swim in the turn: O! when I was at fourteen— In good certain, Madam, it makes you look most heavenly; but (lay your hand on your heart) you never skin'd a new beauty more prosperously in your life, nor more metaphysically: look, good lady, sweet lady, look. They do not peel, sweet Charge , do they? Oh, it's and eminent good sign. Ever when my lips do so, I am sure to have some delicious good drink, or other approaching. My palate for yours (deer Honour ) it shall prove most elegant, I warrant you: Oh, I do fancy this gear that's long a coming, with and unmeasurable strain. In trunesse, and so me thinks too; he's much converted. As I am wise (fair Honours ) that title she gave him, to be her Ambition , spoiled him: Before, he was the most propitious and observant young novice— I should have judgement in a feature, sweet Beauty's. And I prefer another now, far before him, a million at least. Marry (fair Charge ) ANAIDES. Troth, I made the motion to her ladyship for one to day, in the presence, but it appeared she was otherways furnished before: She would none. Marry, the poor plain gentleman, in the black, there. I, I'll be sworn would they, though he be a little shamefaced. Go to, Beauty's , make much of time, and place, and occasion, and opportunity, and favourites, and things that belong to them, for I'll ensure you, they will all relinquish; they cannot endure above another year; I know it out of future experience: and therefore take exhibition, and warning. I was once a reveller my self, and though I speak it (as mine own trumpet) I was then esteemed— Go to, they did somewhat, that's no matter now. Who I? Let me see now. I would wish to be a wise woman, and know all the secrets of court, city, and country. I would know what were done behind the arras, what upon the stairs, what in the garden, what in the Nymphs chamber, what by barge, & what by coach. I would tell you which courtier were scabbed, and which not; which lady had her own face to lie with her anights, & which not; who put off their teeth with their clothes in court, who their hair, who their complexion; and in which box they put it. There should not a Nymph , or a widow be God with child in the verge, but I would guess (within one or two,) who was the right father: and in what month it was got; with what words; and which way. I would tell you, which Madame loved a Monsieur , which a player, which a page; who slept with her husband, who with her friend, who with her gentleman-usher, who with her horsekeeper, who with her monkey, and who with all. Yes, and who jigged the cock too. In truth, and sadness (Honours) you are in great offence for this, go too: the gentleman (I'll undertake with him) is a man of fair li ving, and able to maintain a lady in her two caroches a day, beside pages, monkeys, and parachitos, with such attendants as she shall think meet for her turn, and therefore there is more respect requirable, how soere you seem to connive. Hark you, sir, let me discourse a sillable with you. I am to say to you, these ladies are not of that close, and open behaviour, as happily you may suspend; their carriage is well known, to be such as it should be, both gentle and extraordinary. Oh, here comes the other pair. THat was your father's love, the Nymph ARGVRION. I would have you direct all your courtship thither, if you could but en deer your self to her affection, you were eternally en-gallanted. Odoriferous. Odoriferous, because odoriferous; that which contains most variety of savour, and smell, we say is most odoriferous: now, Breeches I presume are incident to that variety, and therefore odoriferous Breeches. Most rare, in sweet troth. Marry, this young gentleman, for his well-spoken— Excellent! believe me. With a glyster. With a glyster. Beshrew my hand, and my heart, else. Sir, I have a kinsman I could willingly wish to your service, if you would deign to accept of him. I can fetch him, sir, but I would be loath to make you turn a way your other page. Yes, sir: good aunt now, let him have it, he will use me the better, if you love me, do, good aunt. Well, tell him, he shall have it. Master, you shall have it, she says. Aunt, my master thanks you. Call him hither. Yes, master Yes, in verity, and gave me this purse, and he has promised me a most fine dog; which he will have drawn, with my picture, he says: and desires most vehemently to be known to your ladyships. Master ASOTUS, master ASOTUS. Come hither, master ASOTUS. I do ensure your ladyships, he is a gentleman of a very worthy desert: and of a most bountiful nature. You must show and insinuate your self responsible, and equivalent now to my commendment. Good Honours , grace him. Gods deer, ARGVRION! Madame, how do you? What's the matter, there? In truth and sadness, these are no good epitaphs , ANAIDES, to bestow upon any gentlewoman; and (I'll ensure you) if I had known you would have dealt thus with my daughter, she should never have fan cied you so deeply, as she has done. Go too. Nay, I pray you, sir, do not swear. Nay, indeed I must confess, she is apt to misprision. But I must have you leave it, minion. Oh, most delicious, a little of this would make ARGVRION well. Wilt please your ladyship drink? 'tis of the new fountain water. Of all Nymphs in the court, I cannot away with her; it's the coursest thing— I, and as politic as she, for all she sets such a forehead on't. Or I. Your brother? Who's there? bear back there. Stand from the door. Knock those same pages there; and goodman Coxcomb the citizen, who would you speak withal? Who is your brother? Make place. Bear back there. The simpler fellow he. Away, back with your head, sir. In sadness, for using your court-weapons, me thinks, you may. A pair of wall-eyes , in a face forced. A Face favourably simpering , and a fan waving. A rare comedy , it shall be entitled, CUPIDS. If I should wish now, it should be to have your tongue out. But what says PHILAUTIA? who would she be? Come, sir.