FITZDOTTREL

Service? before hell, my heart was at my mouth He looks and survey's his feet: over and over. Till I had viewed his shoes well: for, those roses Were big enough to hide a cloven foot. No, friend, my number's full. I have one servant, Who is my all, indeed; and, from the broom Unto the brush: for, joust so far, I trust him. He is my Wardrobe man, my Cater, Cook, Butler, and Steward; looks unto my horse: And helps to watch my wife. H'has all the places, That I can think on, from the garret downward, Even to the manger, and the currycomb. Would? without wages? I'll harken o'that ear, were I at leisure. But now, I'm busy. pray the, friend forbear me, And' thou hadst been a Devil, I should say Somewhat more to thee. Thou dost hinder, now, My meditations. How! Nay, now, you lie: Under your favour, friend, for, I'll not quarrel. I looked o'your feet, afore, you cannot cozen me, Your shoo's not cloven, Sir, you are whole hoofed. He views his feet a gain. What's your name? Sayest thou true. 'slid! there's some omen i'this! what countryman? That Hold Belonged to your Ancestors? I'll entertain him for the name sake. Would? And turn away my tother man? and save Four pound a year by that? there's luck, and thrift too! The very Devil may come, hereafter, as well. Friend, I receive you: but (withal) I acquaint you, Aforehand, if you offend me, I must Beatrice you. It is a kind of exercise, I use. And cannot be without. Faith, Devil, very hardly: I'll call you by your surname, because I love it. YOnder he walks, Sir, I'll go lift him for you. A fair garment, By my faith, Engine! I shall, Engine, Be looked at, pretitly, in it! Art thou sure The Play is played to day? Would? the Devil ! I will not loose you, Sirrah! But, Engine, think you, The Gallant is so furious in his folly? So mad upon the matter, that hee'll partly With's cloak vpo'these terms? I shall do that, to satisfy you, Engine, And my self too. With your leave, Gentlemen. He turns to Witti pol. Which of you is it, is so mere Idolater To my wives beauty, and so very prodigal Unto my patience, that, for the short parlee? Of one swift hours quarter, with my wife, He will depart with (let me see) this cloak here The price of folly? Sir, are you the man? Good time! your name Is Witty-pol ? And it's told me, You have traveled lately? Truly, Your travels may have altered your complexion; But sure, your wit stood still. The good men gravity, That left you land, your father, never taught you These pleasant matches? You are Resolved then? Beauty is the Saint, You'll sacrifice your self, into the shirt too? You lade me S r ! Well, to the point. It's only, Sir, you say, To speak unto my wife? And in my presence? And in my hearing? For the short space You do demand, the fourth partly of and hour, I think I shall, with some convenient study, He shrugs himself up in the cloak. And this good help to boot, bring my self to't. Please you, walk to'ard my house, Speak what you list; that time is yours: My right I have departed with. But, not beyond, A minute, or a second, look for. Length, And drawing out, ma'aduance much, to these matches. And I except all kissing. Kisses are Silent petitions still with willing Lovers. Sir. I do know somewhat, I forbid all lip-worke. You say well, Sir, 'Twas prettily said, that same, He do's, indeed. I'll have no touches, therefore, Nor takings by the arms, nor tender circles Cast about the wast, but all be done at distance. Love is brought up with those soft miniard handlings; His pulse lies in his palm: and I defend All melting joints, and fingers, (that's my bargain) I do defend them; any thing Like Actium. But talk, Sir, what you will. Use all the Tropes And Schemes, that Prince Quintilian can afford you: And much good do your Rhetoriques heart. You are welcome, Sir. Engine, God b'w'you. Well, I am content, so he be silent. Come Devil, I'll make you room, straight. But I'll show you First, to your Mistress, who's no common one, You must conceive, that brings this gain to see her. I hope thou'st brought me good luck. Wife, I do not know, that I have lent it forth To any one; at least, without a pawn, wife: Or that I'haue eat or drunk the thing, of late, That should corrupt it. Wherefore gentle wife, Obey, it is thy virtue: hold no acts Of disputation. Why, careful wedlock, If I have have a longing to have one tale more Go of me, what is that to thee, deer heart? Why shouldst thou envy my delight? or cross it? By being solicitous, when it not concerns thee? Laughed at, sweet bird? is that the scruple? Come, come, Thou art a Niaise. Which of your great houses, (I will not mean at home, here, A Niaise is a young Hawk, taken crying out of the nest. but abroad) Your families in France, wife, send not forth Something, within the seven year, may be laughed at? I do not say seven months, nor seven weeks, Nor seven days, nor hours: but seven year wife. I give them time. Once, within seven year, I think they may do something may be laughed at. In France, I keep me there, still. Wherefore, wife, Let them that list, laugh still, rather then weep For me; Here is a cloak cost fifty pound, wife, Which I can fell for thirty, when I have seen All London in't, and London has seen me. To day, I go to the Black friars Playhouse, Fit ithe view, salute all my acquaintance, Rise up between the Acts, let fallen my cloak, Publish a handsome man, and a rich suit (As that's a special end, why we go thither, All that pretend, to stand for't o'the Stage ) The Ladies ask who's that? (For, they do come To see us, Love, as we do to see them) Now, I shall loose all this, for the false fear Of being laughed at? Yes, wusse. Let them laugh, wife, Let me have such another cloak to morrow. And let them laugh again, wife, and again, And then grow fat with laughing, and then fatter, All my young Gallants, let them bring their friends too: Shall I forbid them? No, let heaven forbid them: Or wit, if't have any charge on them. Come, thy eat, wife, Is all, I'll borrow of thee. Set your watch, Sir, Thou, only art to hear, not speak a word, Dove, To ought he says. That I do gi'you in precept, No less then council, on your wiue-hood, wife, Not though he flatter you, or make court, or Love, (As you must look for these) or say, he rail; What ere his arts be, wife, I will have thee Delude them with a trick, thy obstinate silence; I know advantages; and I love to hit These pragmatic young men, at their own weapons. He disposes his wife to his place, and sets his watch. Is your watch ready? Here my sail bears, for you Tack towards him, sweet Pinnace, where's your watch? Now, th'a e right, begin, Sir. But first, let me repeat the contract, briefly. I am, Sir, to enjoy this cloak, I stand in, Freely, and as your gift; upon condition He repeats his contract again. You may as freely, speak here to my spouse, Your quarter of and hour always keeping The measured distance of your yard, or more, From my said Spouse: and in my sighed and hearing. This is your covenant? Set them so much back. Well, begin, Sir, There is your bound, Sir. Not beyond that rush. I did look for this gear. No, I except: Mum. Now, the sport comes. She stands mute. Let him still wait, wait, wait: while the watch goes, And the time runs. Wife! No, no, no, no. Keep your ground Sir. Mum. Well, then, I ha'won? Oh yes! no doubt on't. I'll take careful order, That she shall hang forth ensigns at the window, To tell you when I am absent. Or I'll keep Three or four footmen, ready still of purpose, To run and fetch you, at her longings, Sir. I'll go bespeak me straight a gilded caroch, For her and you to take the air in. Yes, Into Hyde-park, and thence into Blackfriars, Visit the painters, where you may see pictures, And note the properest limbs, and how to make them. Or what do you say unto a middling Gossip? To bring you aye together, at her lodging? Under pretext of teaching of my wife Some rare receipt of drawing almond milk? would? It shall be a partly of my care. Good Sir, God b'w'you. I have kept the contract, and the cloak is mine. A pretty riddle! Fare you well, good Sir. He turns his wife a bout. W e, your face this way, look on me: and think Yo'haue had a wicked dream, wife, and forget it. Now, wife, sits this fair cloak the worse upon me, For my great sufferings, or your little patience? would? They laugh, you think? Young Gentleman? Death! you are in love with him, are you? could he not Be named the Gentleman, without the young? Up to your Cabin again. Yes, sing there. You'd feign be making Blank Manger with him at your mother's! I know you. Go get you up. How now! what say you, Devil ? Here is one Engine, Sir, desires to speak with you. I thought he brought some news, of a broker! Well, Let him come in, good Devil : fetch him else. Oh, my fine Engine ! what's th'affaire? more cheats? Where, Engine ? But what is a Proiector ? I would conceive. Can he not conjure at all? It's true, and I lie fallow for't, the while! I hope I shall: but Engine, you do talk Somewhat too much, o'my courses. My Cloak-customer Could tell me strange particulars. How should he haue'hem else? That Gallant? Is he a gallant? How, talks he? millions? He do's not know me indeed. I thank you, Engine, He turns to Engine. Foe rectifying him. Pray you let's see't Sir. Trifle! 12. thousand pound for dogs-skins? Good, stay, friend, By bottle-ale, two and twenty thousand pound? No, good Sir. Save you the trouble, I'll not look, nor hear Of any, but your first, there; the Drowned-land : If't will do, as you say. Oh yes, Devil ! I apprehend, They do so, S r . Devil, which way is your Mistress? Oh that's well. Then, this way, good, Sir. In, here. You hear, Devil, Lock the streete-doores fast, and let no one in (Except they be this Gentleman's followers) To trouble me. Do you mark? Yo'haue herd and seen Something, to day; and, by it, you may gather Your Mistress is a fruit, that's worth the stealing And therefore worth the watching. Be you sure, now, You have all your eyes about you; and let in No lace-woman; nor bawd, that brings French-masques, And cut-works. See you? Nor old croanes, with wafers, To convey letters. Nor no youths, disguised Like country-wiues, with cream, and marrow-puddings. Much knavery may be vented in a pudding, Much bawdy intelligence: They'are shrewd ciphers. Nor turn the key to any Neighbours need; Be't but to kindle fire, or beg a little, Put it out, rather: all out, to and ash, That they may see no smoke. Or water, spill it: Knock o'the empty tubs, that by the found, They may be forbid entry. Say, we are robbed, If any come to borrow a spoon, or so. I with not have good fortune, or gods blessing Let in, while I am busy. Well, do so. I have no singular service of this, now? Nor no superlative Master? I shall wish To be in hell again, at leisure? Bring, A Vice from thence? That had been such a subtlety, As to bring broad-clothes hither: or transport Fresh oranges into Spain. I find it, now; My Chief was i'the right. Can any fiend Boast of a better Vice, then here by nature, And art, th'are owners of? Hell never own me, But I am taken! the fine tract of it Pulls me along! To hear men such professors Grown in our subtlest Sciences ! My first Act, now, Shall be, to make this Master of mine cuckold: The primitive work of darkness, I will practice! I will deserve so well of my fair Mistress, By my discoveries, first; my counsels after; And keeping counsel, after that: as who, So ever, is one, I'll be another, sure, I'll have my share. Most delicate damned flesh! She will be! Oh! that I could stay time, now, Midnight will come too fast upon me, I fear, She sends Devil out. To cut my pleasure— Did you so, Devil ? You shall see, wise, Her hus band goes out, and enters presently with a cud gell upon him. Whither he durst, or no: and what it was, I did direct. You most mere Rogue! you open manifest Villain! You Fiend apparent you! you declared Hellhound! Good Knave, good Rascal, and good Trai tor. Now, I do find you parcel- Devil, indeed. upon the point of trust? I'your first charge? The very day of your probation? To tempt your Mistress? You do see, good wedlock, How I directed him. Nay, there is one blow more, for exercise: After a pause. He strikes him again I told you, I should do it. Oh wife, the rarest man! yet there's another To put you in mind o'the last such a brave man, wife! Within, he has his projects, and do's vent them, The gallantest! where you tentiginous ? would? and again. Would you be acting of the Incubus? Did her silks rustling move you? Out of my sighed. If thy name were not Devil, Thou shouldst not stay a minute with me. In, Go, yet stay: yet go too. I am resolved, What I will do: and you shall know't aforehand. Soon as the Gentleman is gone, do you hear? I'll help your lisping. Wife, such a man, wife! Devil goes out. He has such plots! He will make me a Duke ! No less, by heaven! six Mares, to your coach, wife! That's your proportion! And your coachman bald! Because he shall be bore, enough. Do not you laugh, We are looking for a place, and all, i'the map What to be of. Have faith, be not and Infidel. You know, I am not easy to be gulled. I swear, when I have my millions, else, I'll make Another Duchess ; if you have not faith. Spirits? Oh, no such thing! wife! wit, mere wit! This man defies the Devil, and all his works! He dost by Engine, and devises, he! He has his winged ploughs, that go with sails, Will plough you forty acres, at once! and mills, Will spout you water, ten miles off! All Crowland Is ours, wife; and the fens, from us, in Norfolk, To the utmost bound of Lincolnshire ! we have viewed it, And measured it within all; by the scale! The richest tract of land, Love, i'the kingdom! There will be made seventeen, or eighteen millions ; Or more, as't may be handled! wherefore, think, Sweet heart, if th'hast a fancy to one place, More then another, to be Duchess of; Now, name it: I will have't, what ere it cost, (If't will be had for money) either here, Or'n France, or Italy. I see thou hast no talon This way, with e. Up to thy gallery; do, Chuck, Leave us to talk of it, who understand it. Oh, no, I'll none! 'Tis fatal. No, I confess I have't from the Playbooks, And think they'are more authentic. No, a noble house. Pretends to that. I will do no man wrong. What's that? Would? that last has a good found! I Like it well. The Duke of Drowned-land ? It's true. Drowned-lands will live in Drowned-land ! Yo'are i'the right. Let's in then, and conclude. He spies Devil. I my sighed, again? I'll talk with you, anon. Sure he will geld me, if I stay: or worse, Pluck out my tongue, one o'the two. This Fool, There is no trusting of him: and to quit him, Were a contempt against my Chief, passed pardon. It was a shrewd disheartening this, at first! Who would have thought a woman so well harnessed, Or rather well-caparisoned, indeed, That wears such petticoats, and lace to her smocks, Broad seeming laces (as I see them hang there) And garters which are lost, if she can show them, Could have done this? Hell ! why is she so brave? It cannot be to please Duke Dotterel, sure, Nor the dull pictures, in her gallery, Nor her own deer reflection, in her glass; Yet that may be: I have known many of them, Begin their pleasure, but none end it, there: (That I consider, as I go a long with it) They may, for want of better company, Or that they think the better, spend and hour; Two, three, or four, discoursing with their shadow: But sure they have a farther speculation. No woman dressed with so much care, and study, Does dress her self in vain. I'll vex this problem, A little more, before I leave it, sure. This was a fortune, happy above thought, That this should prove thy chamber; which I feared Would be my greatest trouble! this must be The very window, and that the room. No, but in other terms. There's no man offers This to my wife, but pays for't. Nay, then, I tell you, you are. Why, that I'll think on, when I have cut your throat. I am resolved on't, Sir. To call you to a reckoning. 'Slight, if you strike me, I'll strike your Mistress, Oh, Bird! Could you do this? against me? and at this time, now? Fitz-dot trel enters with his wife as come down. When I was so employed, wholly for you, Drowned i'my care (more, then the land, I swear, I'haue hope to win) to make you peerless? studying, For footmen for you, fine paced huishers, pages, To serve you o'the knee; with what Knights wife, To bear your train, and fit with your four women In council, and receive intelligences, From foreign parts, to dress you at all pieces! Y'haue (a'most) turned my good affection, to you; Soured my sweet thoughts; all my pure purposes: I could now find (i'my very heart) to make Another, Lady Duchess ; and depose you. Well, go your ways in. Devil, you have redeemed all. I do forgive you. And I'll do you good. WHy would you these excursions? where have you been, Sir? Where I ha'beene vexed a little, with a toy! Nay, nay, so I will. Sir, for these things I shall do well enough, There is no fear of me. But then, my wife is Such and untoward thing! shee'll never learn How to comport with it! I am out of all Conceit, on her behalf. Where? Are there any Schools for Ladies ? Is there And Academy for women? I do know, For men, there was: I learned in it, my self, Engine whispers Merecraft, Merecraft turns to Fitz-dot trel. To make my legs, and do my postures. Oh Sir! You please me i'this, more then mine own greatness. Where is she? Let us have her. Good, S r , about it. Oh! I do not love to tarry for a thing, When I have a mind to't. You do not know me. If you do offer it. She shall, she shall, What were it best to be? I'll go, and tell my wife on't, straight. 'Slight, I cannot get my wife Enters a gain. To partly with a ring, on any terms: and yet, The sollen Monkey has two. How do's she loose by't? Is't not for her? In have but a hundred Pieces, to show here; that I would not break— Well— You shall go out at the backdoor, then, Trains. You must get Guilt-head hither by some means: Of what, I pray thee? of wit? or honesty? Those are your Citizens long vacations. How, S r . You'll not do me that affront, S r . In troth, a pretty place! I shall have matter for it, I believe, Ere it be long: I had a distaste. By no means! Sir, I protest, I'ld rather stand engaged for it my self: Then you should leave me. Why, by heaven, I mean it! As I am a Gentleman, if you do offer To leave me now, or if you do refuse me, I will not think you love me. Why, that's all one, if'twere, Sir, but my fancy. But I have a Business, that perhaps I'ld have Brought to his office. Yes, and it shall be one of my ambitions To have it the first Business ? May I not? Nay, I'll do that, assure you: show me once. Why, why do I take this course, else? I am not altogether, and Ass, good Gentlemen, Wherefore should I consult you? do you think? To make a song on't? How's your manner? tell us. Well, that's done, now, what do you upon it? So it's filled. What follows? I do love the order of these things. Very sufficient! After Publication, now? I have enough on't! for and hundred pieces? Yes, for two hundred, underwrite me, do. Your man will take my bound? Why, let him. That and the ring, and a hundred pieces, Will all but make two hundred? I care not if I do! There, th'are joust: a hundred pieces! In ha'told them over, twice a day, these two months. He turns them out to gether. And Euerill and he fallen to share. Yes, here's the ring: I ha'seal'd. But there's not so much gold in all the row, he says— Till' come from the Mint. It's taken up for the gamesters. He do's swear it. 'Slid, I can go back, And Beatrice him, yet. I was so earnest, after the main Business, To have this ring, gone. I'the lane here? I have one Sir, A very handsome, gentleman-like-fellow, That I do mean to make my Duchess Usher — I entertained him, but this morning, too: I'll call him to you. The worst of him, is his name! Devil ! How Like you him, Sir. Pace, go a little. Let's see you move. Look, you do sirrah, Discharge this well, as you expect your place. Do'you hear, go on, come off with all your honours. I would feign see him, do it. Remember kissing of your hand, and answering With the French -time, in flexure of your body. I could now so instruct him— and for his words— Oh, but I have them O'the very Academies. 'Slight, that'll be joust play -time. He longs to . It cannot be, I must not loose the play ! 'Slid, it is the Devil ! Because it is the Devil. If I could but see a piece— Come but to one act, and I did not care— But to be seen to rise, and go away, To vex the Players, and to punish their Poet — K epe him in awe! Then he shall pay for 'his dinner himself. Yes. I thank you; to proceed— I thank you Heartily, I do thank you. Not a word more, I pray you, as you love me. Let me alone. That I could not think o'this, as well, as he? He is angry with him self. Oh, I could Beatrice my infinite blockhead—! A goodly woman! I cannot see the ring, though. Admirable! He is iea lous about his ring, and Mere-craft deli vers it. But, yet, I cannot see the ring. I do not love to be gulled, though in a toy. Wife, do you hear? you are come into the School, wife, Where you may learn, I do perceive it, any thing! How to be fine, or fair, or great, or proud, Or what you will, indeed, wife; here it's taught. And I am glad on't, that you may not say, Another day, when honours come upon you, You wanted means. I have done my parts: been, He upbraids her, with his Bill of costs. To day, at fifty pound charge, first, for a ring, To get you entered. Then left my new Play, To wait upon you, here, to see't confirmed. That I may say, both to mine own eyes, and ears, Senses, you are my witness, shall hath enjoyed All helps that could be had, for love, or money— Wife, that's your malice, The wickedness of you nature to interpret Your husbands kindness thus. But I'll not leave; Still to do good, for your depraved affections: Intend it. Bend this stubborn will; be great. And I go with your Ladyship, in opinion, Directly for your Gentleman-usher, There's not a finer Officer goes on ground. Nay, so I presuppose him. Good. Fit for a gentleman, not a slave. They only Might ask for your piueti, Spanish -coal, To burn, and sweeten a room: but the Arcana Of Ladies Cabinets— Should be else where trusted. He enters himself with the Lady's Yo'are much about the truth. Sweet honoured Ladies, Let me fallen in wi'you. I'ha' my female wit, As well as my male. And I do know what suits A Lady of spirit, or a woman of fashion! Yes, Madame, aery, Light; not to plain dishonesty, I mean: But, somewhat o'this side. I say so, Ladies, It is civility to deny us nothing. I have told her this. And how that baw ry too, upon the point, Is (in it self) as civil a discourse— But she will never be capable, she is not So much as coming, Madame ; I know not how She lo es all her opportunities With hoping to be forced. I'haue entertained A gentleman, a younger brother, here, Whom I would feign breed up, her Escudero, He shows his Pug. Against some expectation's that I have, And she'll not countenance him. Devil, of Darbi-shire. Please you to try him, Ladies. Stand forth, Devil. Come, let their Ladyships see your honours. Why do you not speak? I, for his Valley is beneath the waste, Madame, And to be fruitful there, it is sufficient. Dulness upon you! Could not you hit this? I must walk With the French stick, Like and old vierger for you, The Devil prays. Do you murmur now? When? What do you answer? Oh, that I had a goad for him. Why did you do this, now? Of purpose to discredit me? you damned Devil. The Moon, you calf, the Moon! Fitz-dot trel admires Wittipol. The top of woman! All her sex in abstract! I love her, to each syllable, falls from her. Oh, it goes on, I met your Cousin, the Master — Faith, but I did, S r . And upon better thought, not without reason! He being chief Officer, might ha'tane it ill, else, As a Contempt against his Place, and that In time Sir, ha'drawne on another Dependence. No, I did find him in good terms, and ready To do me any service. Why, I presumed Because this business of my wives, required me, I could not have done better: And he told Me, that he would go presently to your Council, A Knight, here, i'the Lane— Nay, that I'll pause on! I conceive you. Yes. I believe you, and thank you, Sir. BE not afraid, sweet Lady : you are trusted To love, not violence here; I am no ravisher, But one, whom you, by your fair trust again, May of a servant make a most true friend. Madame, I have a suit to you; and aforehand, I do bespeak you; you must not deny me, I will be granted. No Lady ; you must not know it: yet, you must too. For the trust of it, and the fame indeed, Which else were lost me. I would use your name, But in a Feoffment: make my whole estate Over unto you: a trifle, a thing of nothing, Some eighteen hundred. You will not slight me, Madame ? No, sweet Madame, I have Already a dependence ; for which cause I do this: let me put you in, deer Madame, I may be fairly killed. Death, if she do, what do I care for that? Say, I would have her tell me wrong. Nay, you do me the honour, Madame : She designs Manly. Who is't? Oh, no, sweet Madame, 'is friend to him, with whom I have the dependence. One Wittipol: do you know him? But will your Ladyship undertake that, Madame ? What is his name? Whence do's he write himself? Say nothing, Madame. Clerk, come hither Write Eustace Manly, Squire of Middlesex. Come Gentlemen, your hands, Eueril ap plaudes it. For witness. Yes: and Sir— When did you see young Wittipol ? I am ready, For process now; Sir, this is Publication. He shall hear from me, he would needs be courting My wife, Sir. Fitz-dot trel is suspi cious of Manly still. Nay good Sir, — Madame, you did undertake— That he was not Wittipols friend. Oh she know's not; Now I remember, Madame! This young Wittipol, Would have debauched my wife, and made me Cuckold, Through a casement; he did fly her home To mine own window: but I think I sou't him, And ravi Head her away, out of his pownces. I have sworn to ha'him by the ears: I fear The toy, with not do me right. Wittipol discovers himself. Would? Wittipol ? Am I the thing I feared? Thieves, ravishers. Gi'me my deed, then. He would have his again. have To feast you with my land? And be so still! Who hinders you, I pray you, Let me alone, I would enjoy my self, And be the Duke of Drowned Land, you have made me. But I am not in case to be a Gamester: I tell you once again— Sir, I do hate counsel, As I do hate my wife, my wicked wife! I will not think; nor act; Nor yet recover; do not talk to me? I'll run out of my wits, rather then hear; I will be what I am, Fabian Fitz-Dottrel, Though all the world say nay to't. I think it. So did I: renounce me else. Lost by this hand, to me; dead to all joys Of her deer Dotterels, I shall never pity her: That could, pity her self. Oh Sir, my hundred pieces: Fitz-dot trel asks for his money · Let me have them yet. Me? Arrest me? Why? have you these tricks i'the city? Not I, Fitz-dot trel dis claims him. If you be such a one Sir, I will leave you To your God father's in Law. Let twelve men work. well, what say you? Brief, for I have no time to lose Out you Rogue! You most infernal counterfeit wretch! Avant! Do you think to gull me with your Aesop's Fables ? Here take him to you, I have no partly in him. Away, I do disclaim, I will not hear you. Like a lying rascal And sends him away. Told me he was the Devil. And that he would teach me, such fine devils tricks For our new resolution. Well, I'll begin to practice, And escape the imputation of being Cuckold, By mine own act. Gi me some garlic, garlic, garlic, garlic. My wife is a whore, I'll kiss her no more: and why? Mayest not thou be a Cuckold, as well as I? Would, would, would, would, would, would, would, would, &c. And is not the Devil good company? Yes, wis. And a Cuckold is Where ere he put his head, with a a Uva ion, If his horns be forth, the Devils companion! Look, look, look, else. Wittipol, Wittipol. Buz, buz, buz, buz. Hum! Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, &c. o they whisper, they whisper, whisper. &c. We shall have more, of Devils a score, To come to dinner, in me the sinner. A spare-rib of my wife, And a whores purt'nance! a Guilt-head whole. Yes, wis, Knight, shite, Poule, Joule, owl, foul, troule, boul. in non-Latin alphabet , in non-Latin alphabet , in non-Latin alphabet . Quebrémos el ojo de burlas, Di grátia, Signòr miose haú to denári fataméne part. Ouy, Ouy Monsieur, ùn pàuure Diable! Diablet in! Is this upon your credit, friend? Fitz-dot trel leaves counterfai ting. Nay, then, it's time to leave off counterfeiting. Sir I am not bewitched, nor have a Devil : No more then you. I do defy him, I, And did abuse you. These two Gentlemen Put me upon it. (I have faith against him) They taught me all my tricks. I will tell truth, And shame the Fiend. See, here, Sir, are my bellows, And my false belly, and my Mouse, and all That should have come forth? And so will I. But these are Cozeners, still; And have my land, as plotters, with my wife: Who, though she be not a witch, is worse, a whore. My land is drowned indeed— I know not that, Sir. But Thomas of Woodstock , I'm sure, was Duke, and he was made away, At Calais ; as Duke Humphrey was at Bury : And Richard the third, you know what end he came too. He gives his wife to him, taking him to be a La die. Oh, madame ! you shall see. Stay wife, behold, I give her up here, absolutely, to you, She is your own. Do with her what you will! Melt, cast, and form her as you shall think good! Set any stamp on! I'll receive her from you As a new thing, by your own standard! And get the Feoffment drawn, with a letter of Attorney, For livery and seisen ! Oh, o, His wife goes to him. She comes with a needle, and thrusts it in, She pulls out that, and she puts in a pin, And now, and now, I do not know how, nor where, But she pricks me here, and she pricks me there: ôh, ôh: O! What will the ghost of my wise Grandfather, Witipol bafflees him, and goes out My learned Father, with my worshipful Mother, Think of me now, that left me in this world In state to be their Heir? that am become A Cuckold, and and Ass, and my wives Ward; Likely to lose my land; have my throat cut: All, by her practice! Tell him, we have venison, I'll give him a piece, and send his wife a Pheasant. Tell him Wee'll hedge in that. Cry up Fitz-dotterels to him, Double his price: Make him a man of mettle. Yes, verily, Madame. Provide me to eat, three or four dishes o'good meat, I'll feast them, and their trains, a Justice head and brains Shall be the first. Oh, I am satisfied now!