JULIA

Is a gallant? I dare do more then this, if a be a the true Court cut; I'll take him out a lesson worth the learning: but we are but their Apes; whats he worth? There is a gentlewoman sent hither by a Lord, she's a piece of dainty stuff my rogue, smooth, and soft, as new Satin; she was never gumb'd yet boy, nor fret ted. She lies above, towards the street, not to be spoke with, but by the Lord that sent her, or some from him, we have in charge from his servants. Be gone, I shall do reason with him. Sir, you have given it a more special regard by your good language, then these black brows can merit. Fair sir? I thank ye; all the poor means I have left to be thought grateful, is but a kiss, and you shall have it Sir. Prove it again Sir, it may be your sense was set too high, & so over wrought it self. Four a clock sir. You will have the better stomach to your supper; in the mean time, I'll feed you with delight. Sir, we can have a Capon ready. It's Friday Sir. Come sweet, you shall not think on meat; I'll drow it with a better appetite. It's now too late to send; I say you shall not think on meat: if you do, by this kiss I'll be angry. What will you have Sir? name but the Fish, my maid shall bring it, if it may be God. It is so now: but could you stay till supper? Sir I must crave your pardon ̄ , I had forgotten my self; I have a dish of meat within, & it is fish, I think this Duke dome holds not a daintier: it's and Vmbranoes head. Hoe? within there? cover the board, and set the fish head on it. Gentlemen, I am glad you have discovered him, a should not have eaten under my roof for twenty pou ̄ ds; and surely I did not Like him, when a called for Fish. I'll have no traitor come within my house. You shall marry me first then? I'll preserve it till you be hanged, or quit. If he live, I'll have him; if he be hanged, there's no lose in it. Come Mouse, will you walk? What the devil dost thou in black. Out upon him, I could have been otherwise then so, there was a Knight swore he would have had me, if I would have lent him but forty shillings to have redeemed his cloak, to go to Church in. Francessina? Get you to the Church, and shrive your self, For you shall be richly married anon. What news my sweet rogue, my deer sins broker, what? good news? Who's their? Nay my deer love, you must bear with me in this; we'll to the Church first. Art thou come sweet heart? By my love you shall. Hast thou brought me any customers.