GIULIANO

I, what of him? God send me never such needs: but you said you had somewhat to tell me, what is't? Come, come, what needs this circumstance? You are too tedious, come to the matter, come to the matter. Faith I know not what I should say to him: so God save me, I am eene at my wits end, I have told him enough, one would think, if that would serve: well, he knows what to trust to for me: let him spend, and spend, and domineer till his heart ache: & he get a penny more of me, I'll give him this are. 'Sblood, he mads me, I could eat my very flesh for anger: I marl you will not tell him of it, how he disquiets your house Mass perhaps so. How then? what should he do? Why do you hear? you. How Scavenger? stay sir stay. 'Sblood stand you away, and you love me. Would? Scavenger? well go to, I say little, but, by this good day (God forgive me I should swear) if I put it up so, say I am the rankest—that ever pist. 'Sblood and I swal low this, I'll near draw my sword in the sighed of man again while I live; I'll it in a Bairn with Madge-owlet first, Scavenger? 'Hart and I'll go near to fill that hug timbrel slop of yours with somewhat and I have good luck, your Garagantua breech cannot carry it away so. These are my brother's consorts these, these are his Comrades, his walking mates, he's a gallant, a Caueliero too, right hangman cut, God let me not live, and I could not find in my heart to swinge the whole ne to of them, one after another, and begin with him first, I am grieved it should be said he is my bro there, and take these courses, well he shall hear on't, and that tightly too, and I live I'faith. I, I, let me alone for that I warrant you. His friends? his friends? 'sblood they do nothing but haunt him up and down Like a sort of unlucky Sprites, and tempt him to all manner of villainy, that can be thought of; well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them; an't were not more for your husbands sake, then any thing else, I'd make the house too hight for them; they should say and swear, Hell were broken lose, ever they went: But by gods bred, it's no bodies fault but yours: for and you had done as you might have done, they should have been damned ever they should have come in, ever a one of them. I am vexed I can hold never a bone oh me S ill, Sblood I think they mean to built a Tabernacle ear, well? O monster? mpudence it self; tricks? O see the Devil? Come you might practice your Ruff and tricks some where else, and not hear I wiss: this is no Tavern, nor no place for such exploits. Nay boy, never look askance at me for the matter; isle tell you oh it by Gods bred? I, and you and your compa n ons mend your selves when I have done. O gallant have I found you? draw to your tools, draw, or by Gods will isle thresh you. Prate again as you Like this you whoreson cowardly rascal, yowl control the point you? your consort he is gone? had he stayed he had shared with you infayth. O sister did you see my cloak? Gods life I have lost it then, saw you Hesperida? No she is gone abroad, and no body can tell me of it at home. Why how now signior gull: are you a turned flincher of late come deliver my cloak. Arrest me sir, at whose suit? I obey thee varlet; but for these villains— Whats the matter varlet? Away you rascals, Signior I shall have my cloak. You will keep to? Varlet stay, heres thy fee arrest him. Nay that shall not serve your turn, varlet, bring him away, isle go with thee now to the doctors, and carry him along. I care not for that to. Never talk of it; I will have him answer it. Tut isle have no words taken, bring him along to answer it. Gods br and, tell not me of my money, bring him a way I say. Yet more ado? I faith master Doctor, and heres another brought at my suit. O did you find it now? you said you bought it while? Why sir, he did not arrest me. Marry sir he came to me and said he must arrest me, he would use me kindly, and so forth. Call you this poetry? Well brother Prospero by this good light that shines here I am loath to kindle fresh coals, but and you had come in my walk within these two hours I had given you that you should not have clawne of again in hast, by Jesus I had done it, I am the arrenst rogue that ever bre thd else, but now be shrew my heart if I bear you any malice in the earth. Rougher? your forehead is smooth enough man. I to mock and Ape with all, O I sum. I your companions ir, so I say? Sblood I am not of frayed of you nor them ne there, you must have your Poets, & your caueleeres, & your fools follow you up and down the city, and hear they must come to dominee e and swagger? sirrah, you Ballad singer, and Sl psalm your fellow there, get you out; get you out: or (by the will of God) I'll cut of your ears, go to. Yea, They all draw, enter Piso and some mor of the house to partly them, the w en make a great cry. that would I fain see, boy. You whoreson bragging coys tryll. A sort of lewd rakehells, that care neither for God nor the Devil, And they must come hear to read Ballads and Ro gery' and Trash, I'll mar the knot of them ere I sleep perhaps: especially signior Pit agorus, he thats all manner of shapes: and Songs and son S, his fellow there. Sblood what luck have I, I cannot meet with these br gging rascals Draw your weapons then: Respect? what talk you of respect amongst such As had neither spark of manhood nor good manners, By God I am ashamed to hear you respect? O hears no foppery. Sblood it freates me to the Gall to think on it. Well sister, I tell you true: and you'll find it so in the end. Heyday, hear is stuff. The peace Sblood, you will not draw? Well sir I am content.