TAILBUSH

Why, there was S r . John Monie-man could jump A Business quickly. Do they Like it then? I must send them thanks And some remembrances. Lost, to day, we cannot hear of him. No in good faith. They say he lay not At home, to night. And here has fallen a Business Between your Cousin, and Master Manly, has Unquieted us all. Troth, it but appears Ill o'your Kinsmans partly. You may have herd, That Manly is a suitor to me, I doubt not: And it seems, he trusted Your Cousin to let fallen some fair reports Of him unto me. So far From it, as he came in, and took him railing Against him. Enough, I do assure you: and with that scorn Of him, and the injury, as I do wonder How Euerill boar it! But that gilded undo's Many men's valours You sha'not go, faith. I'll have you stay, and see this Spanish miracle, Of our English Lady. Now, I protest: and I will have all pieced, And friends again. You are too much affected with it. Sir, His kinsman here is sorry. Come, he will change! Yo'are sharp, Sir. This act may make him honest! Eitherside! Welcome, deer Eitherside ! how hast thou done, good wench? She spies the Lady Ey ther-side. Thou hast been a stranger! I have not seen thee, this week. EVer your servant, Madame. Where hast'hou been? I did so long to see thee. And so it is. I swear I must to morrow, Begin my visits (would they were over) at Court. It tortures me, to think on'hem. Who told thee? Oh, thy husband! Yes faith, there's life in't, now: It is referred. If we once see it under the seals, wench, then, Have with them for the great Carroch, six horses, And the two Coachmen, with my Ambler, bore, And my three women: we will live, faith, The examples o'the town, and govern it. I'll led the fashion still. Oh, but then, I'll every day Bring up some new device. Thou and I, Eitherside, Will first be in it, I will give it thee; And they shall follow us. Thou shalt, I swear, Wear every month a new gown, out of it. Pray thee call me Tail-bush As I thee, Eitherside ; I not love this, Madame. Thank thee, good Eitherside. Which? I never herd on't. Do you hear? Ha'you a Business about Tooth-picks? How is't! Good faith, it sounds a very pretty Business ! Is she? Good, wait upon her in. My Ambler Was never so ill absent. Eitherside, How do I look to day? Am I not dressed, She looks in her glass Spruntly? Pox of Madame, Will you not leave that? So? Sounds not that better? What vile Fucus is this, Thou hast God on? Pearl? Oyster-shells: As I breath, Eitherside, I know't. Here comes (They say) a wonder, sirrah, has been in Spain ! Will teach us all! she's sent to me, from Court. To gratulate with me! Pr'y thee, let's observe her, What faults she has, that we may laugh at them, When she is gone, Oh, me! the very Infanta of the Giants ! Sir. She do's us honour. Your use of it is law. Please you, sweet, Madame, To take a seat. Your love, Madame, I must not own it else. Great? In troth, Madame, They are my friends, that think them any thing: f I can do my sex (by them) any service, I'haue my ends, Madame. How sweet Madame. But their reasons, Madame ? I would feign hear. Some old Lady That keeps a Poet, has devised these scandals. But, Madame, these are very feeble reasons! But I durst eat, I assure you. Sweet Madam be so liberal, To give us some o'your Spanish Fucuses ! So I hear, they have Water of Gourds, of Radish, the white Beans, Flowers of Glass, of Thistles, Rose-marine. Raw Honey, Mustardseed, and Bred dough-baked, The crumbs o'bread, Goats-milk, and whites of Eggs, Campheere, and Lily-roots, the fat of Swans, Marrow of Veil, white Pigeons, and pine- kernels, The seeds of Nettles, perse'line, and hares gall. Limons, thin-skind— I, what are their ingredients, gentle Madame ? Oh, I, that same, good Madame, I have herd of: How is it done? Dear Madame, will you let us be familiar? But for the manner of Spain ! Sweet, Madame, let us Be bold, now we are in: Are all the Ladies, There, i'the fashion? And do they wear Cioppino's all? It's more French, And Courtly ours. And before our husbands? Fortune forbid, wench: So fair a neck should have so foul a necklace, Good Madame, whom do they use in messages? Yes, Madame, and yet venture As far for th'other, in her Fame— Or afore gallants. If they be brave, or Lords, A woman is engaged. Nor no course fellow. Devil? Call him De vile, sweet Madame. De-uile's a prettier name! Can he manage? As ever I saw! Good Madame, call him De-uile. Out on him! It's labour lost, Madame ? Good S r . Poule, see him, And punish the impostors. I thought one a true Lady, I should be sworn. So did you, Eyther-si ? And the other a civil Gentleman. I now see it: I was providing of a banquet for them. After I had done instructing o'the fellow De vile, the Gentleman's man How? Oh, me! what's that there, rises in his belly! Lass poor Gentleman! How he is tortured! Oh, how he is vexed! What do's he now, S r . Sir Poule inter rets Fig m a le game. See, he spits fire. I should think it hard To go in them madame. Do you never fallen in them? And do's your Ladyship. Think that so good, Madame ? Yes, and receits for proneness. Good madame give me leave to go aside with him! And try him a little! Come, S r . Of no discourse! Oh, if my Ambler had been here!