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Why good Crispinell What? Mine, the provision for the night is ours. Much must be our care, till night we leave you, I am your servant be not tyrannous, Your virtue won me, faith my loves not lust, Good wrong me not, my most fault is much trust. I do beseech you sweet, do not for me provoke your Fortune. Pray God that all be well or would I were not. Oh me, wretched, wretched. Oh my heart I will love you the better he affected? Oh passion, Oh my grief which way will and consume? Dear woes cannot speak. What God will? Alas, can torment be his glory, or our grief his pleasure? Does not the Nurses nipple iuic'd over with Wormwood, bid the child it should not suck? And does not Heaven when it hath made our breath bitter unto us, say we should not live? Oh my best sister: to suffer wounds when one may escape this rod, is against nature, that is against God. Oh sister if he were not false, whom have I lost? If he were: what grief to such unkindness, From head to foot I am all misery: Only in this, some justice I have found My grief is Like my love, beyond all bound. Enter Nurse What ere you please: Oh break my heart Canst thou yet pant? Oh dost thou yet seruiue, Thou didst not love him, if thou now canst live Where am I, would? how have I slipped off life? Am I in heaven? Oh my Lord, though not loving By our eternal being, yet give me leave To rest by thie dear side: am I not in heaven? Would, you do speak, I do see you, I do live, I would not die now: Let me not burst with wonder. Do you then live? and are you not ntrue? Let me not die with Joy, pleasure's more extreme: Then grief, the nothing sweet to ma but mean. I shall be ruled by you. Dear my loved heart be not so passionate, nothing extreme lives long. I give you faith, and pre thee since poor foul I am so easy to believe thee, make it much more pity to deceive me, wear this sleight favour in my reme ̄ brance. throweth down a ring to him. I take you and your word, which may ever live your servant, see day is quite broke up, the best of hours. With happy constancy a wished day. Exit. Fie Crispinella you speak too broad. Good quick-sister, stay your pace we are private, but the world would censure you, for truly severe modesty is women's virtue. Oh but a virtuous marriage. You know this night our parents have intended so lemnly to contract us, and my Love to grace the feast hath pro mised a mask. Loved sir the honour of your wish return to you, I cannot with a mistress compliment Forced discoursses, or nice art of wit, Give entertain to your deer wished presence, But safely thus, what hearty gratefulness, Vnsulleine Silence, unaffected modesty, And and vnignorant shamefastness can express, Receive as your protested endue. Faith my heart, I am your servant, Oh let not my secure simplicity, breed your mislike, As one quite void of skill, 'Tis Grace enough in us not to be ill, I can some good, and faith I mean no hurt, Do not then sweet wrong sober ignorance, I judge you all of virtue, and our vows, Should kill all fears that base distrust can move, my soul what say you, still you love? I deer sir, council him, advise him, 'twill relish well From your carving: Good my sweetnest safe. I think you say not true ister, shall we know one anon there in the other world? I would feign see him again: Oh my torture mind, Frevile is more then dead, he is unkind. And that it but a plot betwixt them two. Will you man us, you shall be our guide to Freuile. So will I Sir, we must live by the quick you say. He did not ill not to did no will as mock me: Gentle mine yet Lie at not to more ous of so only love me was joy enough for only might only love him. Sha'te good Nurse, Purest lips soft banks of blisses, Self alone, deserving kisses, Oh give me leave to &c. Faith sister isle begone if you speak so broad. A motion sister. My love here. Sister, cannot a woman kill her self? Is it not lawful to die when we should not live?
Plot summary
Plot — The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye)
Mulligrub is morose: Cocledemoy has stolen some goblets from him. As the play goes on he gets increasingly infuriated as Cocledemoy continues to get the better of him. First the cheater borrows barber's instruments, visits him posing as a northern barber, and steals his bag of money while shaving him. Next, Mulligrub buys a goblet from Burnish and has it sent to his wife. Posing as Burnish's man, Cocledemoy pretends that he has been sent to arrange a meal for the Mulligrubs and Burnishes, leaves a gift of salmon, and takes the goblet back for engraving. Mulligrub returns home and, knowing nothing of the meal, decides to eat the salmon before anyone realizes the mistake, but loses his appetite on realizing that the goblet is gone. After he leaves to raise the alarm, Codedemoy returns and cons the salmon out of Mistress Mulligrub too. Finally Cocledemoy arranges for Mulligrub to pick up his cloak, then has him arrested for theft.Freevill invites his friend Malheureux to join him on a visit to the courtesan Francischina, in the hope that he will reconsider his disapproval of prostitution. He does: on seeing the courtesan, he falls in love. She grows jealous on hearing that Freevill is to marry Beatrice, and asks him to give her Beatrice's ring. When he refuses, she asks the infatuated Malheureux to prove his love by killing Freevill; she will reward him sexually when he brings her the ring. Malheureux soon comes to his senses: he tells Freevill everything, and they conspire to frustrate Francischina and enable Malheureux to sleep with her. They pretend to fall out at a masque given by Freevill to honour Beatrice's family, giving credence to the story that Malheureux has killed his friend in a duel. When he brings the ring to Francischina, she sends him away for two hours, then takes the story to Freevill's family and future in-laws. She is unable to provoke Beatrice to jealousy, but conceals Sir Lionel Freevill in her room to hear the murderer condemn hlmself. When Malheureux returns, she questions him about the killing, and he is arrested. Freevill has told Malheureux where he can be found alive, but, to teach his friend a lesson, he has 'disappeared'. In fact he has entered an association with Francischina, disguised as a pander: with the opportunity to observe her malice at dose quarters, he grows to appreciate Beatrice's honesty and fidelity the more. Francischina sends him to Beatrice with the ring in the hope of tormenting her, but he reveals himself…