CRISPINELLA

By the faith, and trust I bear to my face, 'tis grown one of the most unsavoury Ceremonies Body, a eautie 'tis one of the most unpleasing in fellow that but one no on , and standing continued r and skirts also ude with Tastery sarsenet, must salute us on the lips as iliarly Soft skins save yet here was a stubbearded John a style with a ploydens fa e saluted me last day, and stroke his bristles through my lips, I a spent 10. shillings in pom tum find to kin them again. Marry it a nobleman or a knight with one he vissit us though his unclean goose turned green teeth, would the palsy his nostrils smell worse then a putrified maribone, & his lose beard drops into our bosom, yet we must kiss him with a curtsy, a curse, for my partly I had as live they would break wind in my lip S. Will you so? now bashfulness seaz you, we pronou ̄ ce boldly Robbery, Murder, treason, which deeds must needs be far more loathsome then and act which is so natural, joust and necessary, as that of procreation, you shall have and hypocritical vestal virgin speak, that with close teeth publicly, which she will receive with open mouth privately, for my own partly I con sider nature without apparel, without disguising of custom or compliment, I give thoughts words, and words truth, and truth boldness, she whose honest freeness makes it her virtue, to speak what she thinks, will make it her necessity to think what is good, I love no prohibited things, and yet I would have no thing prohibited by policy but by virtue, for as in the fashion of time, those books that are called in, are most in sale and request; so in nature those actions that are most prohibited, are most desired. Fie, Fie,, virtue is a free pleasant buxom quality: I love a constant countenance well, but this froward ignorant coins, four austere lumpish uncivil privateness, that promises nothing but rough skins, and hard stools, would, fie out good for nothing but for nothing, well nurse, and what do you conceive of all this? Read it to my sister good nurse, for I assure you isle never marry. Faith strive against the flesh, marry? no faith, hus bans are Like lots in the lottery: you may draw forty blanks before you find one that has any prize in him, A husband gene rally is a careless domineering thing that grows Like coroll which as long as it is under water is soft and tender, but as soon as it has God his branch above the waves is presently hard stiff, not to be bowed but burst, so when your husband is a suitor & under your choice, Lord how suple he is, how obsequious, how at your service sweet Lady: once married God up his head above A stiff crooked knobby inflexible tyrannous creature he grows then they turn Like water, more you would embrace the less you hold, isle live my own woman, and if the worst come to the worst, I had rather prove a wag then a fool. Virtuous marriage? there is no more affiaity betwixt virtue and marriage, then betwixt a man and his horse, indeed virtue gerts up upon marriage sometime, and ma ageth it in the right way, but marriage is of another piece, for as a horse may be without a man, and a man without a horse, so marriage you know is often without virtue, and virtue I am sure more oft without marriage, but thy match sister, by my troth I think 'twill do well, he's a well shaped clean lipped gentleman of a handsome, but not affected fineness, a good faithful eye, and a well humord cheek, would he did not stoop in the shoulders for thy sake, see here he is. (Enter Freeuill & Tissefew.) Good morrow brother nay you shall have my lip, good orrow servant. Life? dost call thy mistress life. Nay good let me still fit, we low statures love still to fit, least when we stand we may be supposed to fit. And yet all will scarce make me so high as one of the Giants stilts that stalks before my Lord Majors pageant. A pretty mildewed wench she is. As my self. Morrow sweet servant, you glister, pree thee let's see that stone. Nay, if you turn Protestant for such a toy. Now I remember, I would seen this on my servant Tise S finger. Come hither servant, What's the matter betwixt you two? Pish sister Beatrice, thee read no more, my sto macke alate stands against kissing extremely. How many Mistress's hast thou? Why then thou hast nine lives Like a Cat. Nay, I am sure this is it. Yes indeed he did, he said you desired to make him a nigh satisfaction for and uncivil discourtesy you did him last night, but he said he had you a the hyp and would take the forfeit of your ring. Sir, I'll no more a your service, you are a child, I'll give you to my nurse. Adieu brother, come on sister for these since to Nothing, I only said you were all mettle, that you had a brazen face, a Leaden brain, and a copperheard. Oh I faith, 'tis a fair thing to be married, and a necessary, To hear this word must, if our husbands be proud, we must bear his contempt, if noisome we must bear with the Goat under his armholes, if a fool we must bear his babble, and which is worse, If a lose liver, We must live upon unwholesome Reversions: Where, on the contrary side, our husbands because they may and we must; care not for us, things hoped with fear, and God with strugglings, are men's high pleasures, when duty pales and flatres their appetite. Bear with thee, I wonder how thy mother could bear that ten months in her belly, when I cannot endure thee 2. hours in mine eye. Why i'faith yet servant, you of all others should bear with my known unmalicious humours, I have always in my Heart given you your endue respect: And heaven may be sworn, I have privately given fair speech of you, and protested. Nay as for that think out as you will, but Gods my re cord, and my sister knows I have taken drink and slept vppont, that if ever I marry it shall be you, and I will marry, and yet I hope I do not say it shall be you neither. Can any kind heart speak more discreetly affectionate lie: my father's consent, and as for mine, What means my sister? Oh sister 'tis a question not for us, we must do what God will. Good sister do not make me weep: sure Frevile was not false: I'll gage my life that strumpet out of craft And some close second end hath malist him. For griefs sake keep him out, his discourse is Like the long word, Honorificabilitudinitatibus: a great deal Of found and no sense: his company is Like a parenthesis. To a discourse you may admit it, or leau it out, it makes no matter. Sir, all I can yet say of you, is, you are uncivil. Hold, peace, the ge Oh my best sister. She stirs, give air, she breathes. A Wisp, a wisp, a wisp, will you go to the banquet. No, no, you do not love me? I cannot tell, I have no crumpt shoulders, my back needs no mantle, and yet marriage is honourable: do you think you shall prove a Cuckold? , nay ell would man a and old men a n entering You are a Widow . Troth I am in love, let me see your hand: would you Can your self away upon me willingly Would you be a Cockould willingly? By my troath us a comely, fine, and handsome sighed, for one of my years to marry and old man, truth 'tis restorative what a comfortable thing it is to think of her husband to venerable cough a the ever lastings, no feel his rough summer hands, and winter gges, his almost no eyes, and assuredly no teeth, and then think what she must dream of, when she considers others hap pines and her own want: 'tis a worthy and notorious comforta ble match. Will you assure me. That you will die within this fortnight Then Crisp. by her faith assures you sheele have none of you. Peace. Brother; I must be plain with you, you have wronged us. I am not so Covetous to deny it, But yet when my discourse hath stayed your quaking, You will be smoother lipt: and the delight And satisfaction which we all have God, Under these strange disguisings, when you know, You will be mild and quiet, forget at last, "It is much joy to think on sorrows passed. Oysters, Oysters, oysters, oysters. Lord how you prate. But whats the news? the news I pray you? But sir, we herd he offered to make good, That Freuile lived at Shatews the Jewellers. Shall we go meet the execution? Come, come, turn not a man of time, to make all ill, Whose goodness you conceive , since the orst of chance Is to crave grace for Monstrous on's. I am as many other are, pieced above and pieced beneath. She might well enough, and long enough, before I would be ashamed of my shortness, what I made or can mend my self I may blush at; but what nature put upon me, let her be ashamed for me, I would nothing to do with it, I forget my beauty. Peace, he's here, stand close, lurk. Is this yours to give. Pree thee call him not love, it's the drabs phrase, nor sweet honey, nor my cunny, nor deer duckling, it's the Citti zen terms, but call me him. Anithing, what'st the motion? Why I am more precious to you, than your finger: Why, I thank you i'faith: Heigho: I slept on my back this morning And dreamed the strangest dreams: Good Lord, how things will come to pass? Will you go to the banquet? Why, then let it be bought to please me, come I am no professed beggar. No ot sister, lets near be ashamed to speak what we be not ashamed to think, I dare as boldly speak venery, as think venery. Troth I never remember my beauty, but as some men do religion for controversies sake, Nineveh, Julius Caesar, Jonas, or the destruction of J Jerusalem.