DORIALUS

I marvel what the Duke meant to make such and idle vow. Is't not idle, to swear to grant his Daugh ter any thing she shall ask on her birth day? she may ask and impossible thing: and I pray heaven she do not ask and unfit thing at one time or other; 'tis dan gerous trusting a men vow upon the discretion on's daughter. He's acquainted with they before. So is Leucippus her Brother. That were a folly in her, having refused all the Great Princes in one partly of the world: Sheele die a Maid. I know not yet I am so full of wonder, We shall be gods our selves shortly, And we pull'em out of heaven o'this fashion. The Duke he's old and passed it, he would Never have brought such a plague upon the land else, 'Tis worse then Sword and Famine: Yet to say truth, we have deserved it, we have lived So wickedly, every man at his livery, and would that Would have sufficed us: we murmurd at this Blessing, that was nothing; and cried out to the God for endless pleasures, he herd us, And supplied us, and our women were new still As we need'em: yet we Like beasts still cried, Poor men can number their woers, give us Abundance: we had it, and this curse with all. Would I were married, some what has some savour The raze of Gentry will quite run out now, 'Tis only left to husbands: if younger sisters Take not the greater charity 'tis lawful. Farewell my Lords, I'll eene take up what Rend I can before the day, I fear the year will fallen out ill. Gentlemen, this is a strange piece of Justice, To put the wretched Dwarf to death because She doted on him; Is she not a woman, and Subject to those mad figaries her whole Sex Is infected with? Had she loved you, or you, or I, Or all on's, (as indeed the more the merryer still With them) must we therefore have our heads pared With a Hatchet? So she may love all the Nobility Out ath Duke dome in a month, and let the rascals in. I cannot tell, I would be loath to feel it: But the best is, she loves not proper men, we three Were in wise cases else: but make me know this needs. Pray God she do: but was the Sprat behea dead, or did they swing him about Like a chickin, and so break his neck. That might have been deducted. Faith I would have had him roasted Like a war den in a brown paper, and no more talk ont: or a teather stuck in's head, Like a Quail: or a hanged him in a Dog-coller: what should he be beheaded? we shall have it grow so base shortly, Gentlemen will be out of love with it. From and old lecherous pair of breeches that lay upon a wench to keep her warm: for cer tainely they are no men work: and I am sure a Mon key would get one of the guard to this fellow, he was no bigger then a small Portmantu, and much about that making, if t'ad legs. Why then he will come home I know not when: you shall pardon me, I'll talk no more of this subject, but say gods be with him where ere he is, and send him well home again: For why, he is gone, or when he will return, let them know that directed him: Only this, there's mad Moriscoes in the state; but what they are, I'll tell you when I know. Come, lets go, hear all, and say nothing. I, I, the King may marry whom's list, lets talk of other matters. Yes, yes, he was sent post for yesterday, lets make haste, weel see how his new Mother-in-law will entertain him. But mark whats done. Nis. regard not show Yes: and having had but mean bringing up, it talks the pretlest and innocentlest, the Queen will be so angry to hear her betray her breeding by her lan guage: but I am persuaded she's well disposed. No, thats too honest: we shall have other Liberal Sciences taught us too soon; Lying, and Flattering, those are the studies now: And Murder shortly I know, will be humanity Gent. If we live here we must be knaves, believe it. You must not be amongst us then. This is one of her Ferrets that she bolts but sinesse out withal: this fellow, if he were well ripped, has all the linings of a knave within him: how sly he looks? Faith, and all the harm that I can find in mine is, that they are not paid for, let him make what he can of that, so he discharge that. Come, lets go. Can you blame it, and look upon such a deed as shall be done this morning? Within this hour they say. I care not if my throat were next: for to live still, and live here, were but to grow fat for the Shambles. I a plague on him, he's too excellent at annes. If I could do him any good I would go, The bore sighed else will but afflict my spirit, my prayers shall be as near him as your eyes: As you find him settled, remember my love and sir vice ro his Grace. Farewell to all our happiness, a long farewell. Thou angry power, whither of heaven or hell, That layst this sharp correction on our Kingdom For our offences, infinite and mighty, Oh hear me, and at length be pleased, be pleased With pity to draw back thy vengeance, Too heavy for our weakness; and accept, (Since it is your discretion, heavenly Wisdoms, To have it so) this sacrifice for all, That now is flying to your happiness, Only for you most fit: let all our sins suffer in him. Gods, whats the matter! I hope 'tis joy. How now my Lords? How! Heaven, heaven I thank thee, What a slave was I to have my hand so far from This brave rescue, 'tad been a thing to brag on When I was old. Shall we run for a wager to the Next Temple and give thanks? She is dead already. There is a full point. I would your Majesty would haste for settling of the people. I pray the best may follow: yet if your grace Had taken the opinions of your people, At least of such, whose wisdoms ever wake About your safety, I may say it Sir, Under your noble pardon: that this change Either had be more honour to the Gods, Or I think not at all. Sir the princess. Whats here? They have much reason to trust, You have for sworn one of em out oath country already. Heres a brave alteration. Gods comfort you. I was never cousend in a woman before, For commonly they are Like Apples: If once they bruise They will grow rotten through, and serve for no thing but to assuage swellings. Well, I would not be Chronikled as thou Wilt be for a good woman, for all the world. Which way does she Fish now? The Devil is but a Fool to a right woman. Thunder in January, or a good woman, Thats stranger then all Africa. We live to know a fine time, Gentl. About the purging of the Temples, Sir.