PUPPETS

Why, where are you zurs? do you vlinch, and leave us i'the zuds, now? Do my Northern cloth zhrinke i'the wetting? would? Vreind, will you mind this that we do? What's here? what's here? kiss, kiss, upon kiss. It is not profane. It is not profane. Or feather-makers i'the Friars, that are o'your faction of faith? Are not they with their perrukes, and their puffs, their fans, and their huffs, as much Pages of Pride, and waiters upon vanity? what say you? what say you? what say you ? Because you cannot, because you cannot. Is a Bugle-maker a lawful Calling? or the Confect-makers? such you have there: or your French Fashioner? you'd have all the sin within your selves, would you not? would you not ? You lie, you lie, you lie abominably. It is your old stale argument against the Players, but it will not hold against the Puppets; for we have neither Male nor Female amongst us. And that thou mayest see, if thou wilt, The Puppet takes up his garment. Like a malicious purblind zeal as thou art ! Nay, I'll prove, against ere a Rabbin of'hem all, that my stan ding is as lawful as his; that I speak by inspiration, as well as he; that I have as little to do with learning as he; and do scorn her helps as much as he. Coal, Coal, old Coal. Coal, Coal, I say, Coal. Old Coal. A pox o'your manners, kiss my hold here, and smell. Why, Coal, I say, Coal. I, and be hanged. Here, Coal, what fayerest of Fayers, was that fare, that thou landedst but now a Trigsstayres? Nero? Row apace, row apace, row, row, row, row, row. But lest the Thames should be dark, my goose, my deer friend, let thy window be provided of a candles end. Well then, look to't, and kiss me to boot. You Goat-bearded slave! Thou art a whoremaster. Pink his guts, Pythias Gramercy pure Pythias. It's Hero. Leander and Hero are kissing. If you hold not your peace, you are a Coxcomb, I would say. Mistress Hero's a whore. Knave out of door? Whore out of door. I say, whore, out of door. You whoremaster Knave. I cannot, I will not, I promise you endure it. You lie, I am called Dionisius. Is yours a lawful Calling? Then Idol is a lawful Calling. It is not profane! Yea? what say you to your Tire-women, then? Oh Leander Leander, my deer my deer Leander, I'll for ever be thy goose, so thou'lt be my gander Fear not my gander, I protest, I should handle my matters very ill, if I had not a whole candle. Yes, Knave, out of door. Here the Puppets quarrel and fallen together by the ears. I say, Knave, out of door. Kiss the whore o'the arse. Oh my haunches, Oh my haunches, hold, hold. Where is he? It is lovely Hero. No, Hero. What say you? You Rogue, I am no Pandar. Will he come away? I'de have him come away. Yes Goodman Hogrubber, of Pickthatch. I Hogrubber of Pickthatch. Take you that. Harm watch, harm catch. Knave in your face, Goodman Rogue. Whoremaster i'thy face, Thou hast lain with her thy self, I'll proue't i'this place. You lie again. Like a Rogue again. And a Scab, again. You whore-masterly Slave, you· You lie, Like a Rogue. A Pimp, and a Scab. And you are a Pimp, again. And sweetest of geese, before I go to bed, I'll swim over the Thames, my goose, thee to tread. A pint of sack, score a pint of sack, i'the Conney. Why so it is; sherry, sherry, sherry. Down with him, Damon Gramercy, Dear Damon. Drawer, fill some wine here. Yea, so say I too. Vpon'hem Leander, be not so stupid. They fight. Whoremasters all. Dost thou, dost thou, dost thou? Come now wee'll together to breakfast to Hero. So we will, so we will. Row, row, row, row, row, row. You lie, it's Westfabian.