ADRIANA

A black men I think. A sniveling Citizen, he is carrying beware, Exit. Unto some Ladies chamber: but who's this? He's very brave a may be a Courtier, Whats that a reads. Oh mistress a very proper gentleman, I'll laugh so loud That he may here me. Shall I cough or sneeze. Mistress, Sir I bring you thanks for this great courtesy, And if you please to enter I dare presume, My mistress will afford you gracious welcome, Her name sir is Mistress Changeable, late wife To master Tafata Mercer deceased. In the eyes of such as love her, judge your self. Please you but prick forward and enter, Fallen a board of me, dost take me for a ship, Blurt master gunner your linstocks to short. Whose witty knave art thou. I breech thee, I have breech a taler man, Then you in my time, come in and welcome. Mistress. No, has made a stand. Now a retiers. A would, h'is in i'faith, Yo'aue drawn him now within your purlews mistress. H'is gone. A went his way, and never looked behind him. A little singed or so, Each thing must have beginning, men must prepare Before they can come on, and show their loves In pleasing sort: the man will do in time, For love good Mistress is much Like to wax, The more it's rubbed, it sticks the safter too, Or Like a bird in birdlime, or a pitfall, The more a labours, still the deeper in. Faith he must hit the hair: a fellow fit, To make a pretty Cuckold: take and old man, 'Tis now the newest fashion, better be And old men darling, then a young men warling, Take me the old brisk Knight, the fool is rich, And will be strong enough to father children, Though, not to get them. Mistress stand aside. Young Boutcher comes let me alone to touch him. The widow sir is not to be spook to, Must you! Come you with authority, or do you come To sue her with a warrant that you must speak with her. Oh you would entreat it, May not I serve your turn, may not I unfold, Your secrets to my Mistress, love is your suit, And why did you fallen off When you perceived my mistress was so cunning, D'you think she is still the same. Why so, I took you for a novice; and I must think, You know not yet the inward of a woman, Do you not know that women are Like fish, Which must be struck when they are prove to bite, Or all your labours lost, but sir walk here. And I'll inform my Mistress your desires. I told you as much before. You strive against the stream. Dear Mistress turn to this Gentleman, I protest, I have some feeling of his constant love, Cast him not away, try his love. A pretty knave, i'faith come home to night, Shalt have a posset and candied Eringoes, A bed if needs be to, I love a life, To play with such Baboons as thou. I'll tell thee then, wilt come. Remember, what is't a match betwixt you Mistress? Nay let him do his worst, make your match sure, And fear not me, I never yet did fear Any thing my master could do to me. Knock. Oh Mistress! Captain Puff half drunk, is now Coming up stairs. Creep under my Mistress Farthingale Knight, That's the best and safest place in the Chamber. Enter Knight, keep close, gather your self Round Like a Hedgehog stir not what ere you near, See or smell Knight, God bless us, here a comes. Ent. C. Puff. The rogue is gone, And here's one from the Lady Somerfield, To entreat you come with all the speed you can, To Saint Johns street. Nay if't come to clapping, Good night i'faith Mistress look before you, Theres nothing more dangerous to maid or widow, Then sudden clapings up; nothing has spoiled, So many proper ladies as clappings up: Your shittill-cocke, striding from tables to ground, Only to try the strength of the back, Your riding a hunting, I though they fallen, With their heels upward, and lay as if They were taking the height, of some high star With a cross staff: no nor your iumlings In horsslitters, coaches or caroatches, Have spoiled so many women as clappings up, Then belike before the morning Sun You will be coupled. Well I will look you shall have a clean smock, Provided that you pay the fee Sir Oliver, Since my Mistress sir will be a Lady, I'll lose no fees endue to the waiting maid. A Knight and never herd of smock fees, I would I had the monopoly of them, So there were no impost set upon them: Enter W. Sm. Thats all one sir she means to be a Lady, What would you sir, that you do knock so boldly. How come in, The widow has no entrance for such mates. You're a needy knave, and will lie: Your father has casheerd you, nor will a trust you, Begun, least I do wash you hence. Say you so, In I think yowl prove and honest man Had you once God a beard: let me see the cheine, By my virginity, She is uncast, and ready to slip in, Betwixt the sheets, but I will bear his this, And tell her what you say. 'Tis not indeed Therefore I'll wait in the withdrawing room Until you call. Come straw a pace, Lord shall I never live, To walk to Church on flowers. Oh 'tis fine, To see a bride tryp it to Church so lightly, As if her new choppines would scorn to bruise A silly flower: and now I prithee tell me, What flower thinkest thou is likest to a woman? Why a marry gold: Thart quite wide, A marigold does open wide all day, And shuts most close at night; I hope thou knowest, All wenches do the contrary: but sirrah, How does thy Uncle the old Doctor, Dost think heel be a Bishop? Why for his riches. Riches I hope can soon procure her one Shall give her her delight thats the Devil, Thats it i'faith makes us waiting gentlewomen Live maids so long. Yes infaith, Married women quite have spoiled the market, By having secret friends beside their husbands, For if these married wives would be content To have but one a piece I think in troth, There would be doings enough for us all, And till we get and act of parliament, For that our states are desperate. Come straw a piece. A preparation To a work sir. Why to a marriage? thats a work I think, And why kind maids? I hope you have had no kindness at our hand, To make you say so: but sir understand, That Sir Oliver Small-shank the noble Knight, And mistress Tafata the rich widow, Must this day be coupled, conjoined, Married, espoused, wedded, contracted, Or as the Puritaine says, put together, And so sir, to the shifting of our clean smocks, We leave you. A pretty fellow But that his back is weak, I Like that well, Were the Rogue a Lawyer, but he is none, He never was of any Inne-of-court; But Inn of Chancery, where a was known, But only for a swaggering whyfler, To keep out rogues, and prentices, I saw him, When a was stocked for stealing the cooks fees. A Lawyer I could Like, for 'tis a thing, Used by you Citizens wives, your husbands dead; To get French-hoods you straight must Lawyers wed, At mine faith, I should breech thee. Nay, keep you close y'ad best. Can you love boy What or whom. Remember. You much mistake, 'Tis no work.