FREEVILL

What, cogging Cocledemoy is with a nest of goblets, true, what then? they will be would merd out well enough, I warrant you. Yes sure, if we could find out some wise man presently In most sincere prose thus: that man of much money, some wit, but less honesty, cogging Cocledemoy, comes this night aye into mine hosts Mulligrubs Tavern here, calls for dome, the house being full, Cocledemoy consorted with him r able , his instrument of fornication, the baw Mrs. Cocledemoy perceiving none in the room but the blind Harper, (whose eyes heaven had shut up, from beholding wic kednesse,) unclasps a casement to the street very patiently, poc kets up . bowls unnaturally, thrusts his wench forth the win dow, and him self most preposterously with his heals forward follows, the unseeing Harper plays on, bids the empty dishes and the treacherous candles much good do them. The Draw e returns, but out alas, not on , but also the beast of goblets were flown away, La ente are raised. The Drawers moan, mine host does cry, the bowls are gone. 'Tis your joust affliction of the fell lar, and repent, repent. So do many things that are counterfeit, but I assure you this is a right Diamond. Why use it most sweet Cuqueture, use it. Let me bid you good rest. Nay, 'tis a most lively sin sure. A courteous one. Come along, yonders the preface or exordium to my wench, the bawd: Fetch, fetch. What M. Cocledemoy, is your knaueshippe yet stirring, look to it, Mulligrub lies for you. The Vintner will toast you and he catch you. Yes my capticeous rascal. This. Marry salute my friend, clip his neck, and kiss him welcome. Kiss her man with a more familiar affection, so, come what entertainment, go to your Lute. Exit Fran. And how dost approve my sometime elected? fees none of your ramping Cannibals, that devour ma ̄ S flesh, nor any of your cur tian gulfs, that will never be satisfied, until the best thing has be thrown into them. I loved her with my heart, until my soul showed me the imperfection of my body, and placed my affection on a lawful love, my modest Beatrice, which if this short heals knew, there were no being for me with eyes before her face. But faith dost thou not some what excuse my sometime in continency with her enforcive beauty's. Speak. Whore? fie whore? you may call her a Courtesan, a Counterfeit catrice, or (as that worthy spirit of and eternal happiness said) a Suppository, but whore? fie: 'tis not in fashion to call things by their right names, is a great merchant, a coockold, you must say, he is one of the livery, is a great Lord, a fool, you must say he is weak, is a gallant pocky, you must say, he has the court , come she's your mistress or so: Enter Francischina with her Lute. Come Syren your voice. By no means sweet breast, this Gentleman has vowed to see me chastely laid. Peace you tender him offence, he is one of a professed abstinence, Syren your voice and away. The dark is my delight, So 'tis the Nightingales. My Music's in the night, So is the Nightingales. My body is but little, So is the Nightingales. I love to sleep gainst prickle. So does the Nightingale. Thanks, Buss, so the night grows old good re . Believe me not long. Wha, would, ho, come bird come, stand peace. Let colder eld the strongest objections move. Diaboli vertus in Lumbis est, morrow my friend; come, I could make a tedious scene of this now but, what, pab, thou art in love with a Courtesan, why sir, should we loath all strumpet a fume men should hate their own mother's or sisters, a sin a gainst kind I can tell you. No matter sir, In-sufficiency and sottishness are much commendable in a most discommendable Actium, now could I swallow thee, thou hadst wont to be so ba sh and cold isle tell thee. Hell and the prodigies of angry love are not so fearful to a thinking mind as a man without affectio , why friend, Phi losophie & a re are all one, lo , is the centre in which all lines close the common bond of being. Where errors are held Crimes, are but errors Along si to her she is and rrand strumpet: & a strumpet is. A Sarpego Venom de to man. (Off . Things tually possessed: yet And again as good make use of a Statue, A body without a soul, a carcase three months dead, Yet since thou art in love. Nay I hope so, again they fell but only flesh, No jot affection, so that even in the enjoying, Absentem marmore amque p tes, yet since you needs must love, Out you rascal. A way Rogue. Farewell knave, beware the Mull grubs. Why Monkey, no fashion in you? give entertain to my friend. No thou delightest only in light Company. Pree thee be not uncivilly importunate, sha not have't, faith I care not for thee, nor thy jealousy, sha not have't i'faith. You'll make one Tysefue, and Caqueture shall fill up a room. The Mask holds, Master Caque er. Until night only my heart be with you My friend, wished hours, what news from How dos the woman of Sin, and natural What, In novam f x animus dicere formas? which way bears the Tide? what passion is this, my deer Lindabridis. What is the rampa to Cockatrice grown mad for the lose of his men? As most assured of my second love. She would have had this ring. Oh bloody villains, nothing is defamed but by his pro per self, Physicians abuse remedies, Lawyers spoil the Law, and women only shame women, you would vowed my death? That a man at twenty that e should cry, Oh sweet plea sure, and at forty three should sighs, Oh sharp Pox: but con sider man furnished with omnipotency and you overthrown him, thou must cool thy impatient appetite. Ti's Fate, ti's Fate. I have it mark, I give a mask to night To my loves kindred, in that thou shalt go: In that we two make show of falling out, Give seeming challenge, instantly depart, With some suspicion to present fight. We will be seen as going to our swords, And after meeting, this Ring only lent, I'll lurk in some obscure place, till rumor (The common Bawd to lose suspicions) Have feigned me slain, which (in respect my self NVill not be found, and our late seeming quarrel) Will quickly found to all as earnest truth: Then to thy wench, protest me surely dead. Show her this Ring, enjoy her, and blood cold Weel laugh at folly. Oh yes, come viah, away, boy, on. Exit his Page lighting him Lets meet and practice presently. Know sir, I have the advantage of the place. You are not safe, I would deal even with you. So. And ulcer long time lurking, now is burst. As well, also well, this shall be ended straight. Marriage must not make m n Cowards. As you respect my virtue, give me leave To satisfy my reason, though not blood: So, all runs right, our feigned rage hath taken To fullest life, they are much possessed Of force most, most all quarrel: now my right friend Resolve me with open breast, free and true heart Cannot thy virtue having space to think and fortify her weakened powers with reason, Discourses, Meditations, Discipline. Divine eiaculacories, and all those aids against devils: Cannot all these curb thy low appetite and sensual fury? No. You shall: I'll lend this ring, show it to that fair Devil, It will resolve me dead, which rumor with my artificial absence, will make most firm, enjoy her suddenly. At master Shatewes the Jewellers, to whose breast I'll trust our secret purpose. But those worst of all, "Who with a willing eye, do seeing fallen. Farewell. Now repentance the fools whip seize thee, Nay if there be no means I'll be thy friend, But not thy Vices; and with greatest sense I'll force thee feel thy errors, to the worst The vildest of dangers thou shalt sink into, No Jeweller shall see me, I will lurk Where none shall know or think, close I'll withdraw, and leave thee with two friends: a whore and knave But is this virtue in me? No, not pure, Nothing extremely best with us endures, No use in simple purities, the elements are mixed for use, Silver without allay Is all to eager to be wrought for use: Nor precise virtues ever purely good Holds useful size with temper of weak blood: Then let my course be born, though: with side-wind, The end being good, the means are well assingd, Exit. Beer leave Gentles and men of night caps, I would I peak, But that here stands one is able to her own tale best. I will go and reveal my self: stay: no, no, Grief end res Love: Heaven to have such a wife Is happiness, to breed pale envy in the saints. Thou worthy Dovelike virgin without gall, Cannot (that woman's evil) Jealousy, Despite disgrace, nay which is worst, contempt Once stir thy faith. Oh Truth, how few sisters hast thou? Dear memory, with what a suffering sweetness, quiet modesty, Yet deep affection she received my death, And then with what a patient, yet oppressed kindness She took my Ieudlie intimated wrongs. Oh the dearest of heaven? Were there but three such women in the world, two Might be saved. Well, I am great with expectation to what devilish end This woman of foul soul will driven her plots: But providence all wicked art over tops. "and Impudence must know (though stiff as Ice,) "That fortune does not always dote on Vice. Exit. I, for Hell: Oh thou vnrepriueable, beyond all Measure of Grace damned immediately: That things of beauty created for sweet use: Soft comfort, and as the very music of life, Custom should make so vnutterablie hellish? Oh heaven, what difference is in women, and their life? What man, but worthy name of Man: Would leave the modest pleasures of a lawful bed: The holy union of two equal hearts Mutually holding either deer as health, The undoubted issues, Joys of chased sheets, The unfeigned embrace of sober Ignorance: To twine the unhealthful loins of common Loves, The prostituted impudence of things. Senseless Like those by Cataracts of Nyle, "Their use so vile, takes away sense how vile, "To love a creature, made of blood and hell, "Whose use makes weak, whose company does shame, "Whose bed does beggar: issue does defame. I will. Let me alone to vex her. Is she so? Oh vile creature? then let me alone with her. Mischief whither wilt thou? Oh thou tearless woman? How monstrous is thy Devil, The end of Hell as thee. How miserable were it to be virtuous, if thou couldst prosper? I'll to my Love, the faithful Beatrice, She has wept enough, and faith deer soul too much. But yet how sweet it is to think How deer ones life was to his Love: how moornd his death. 'Tis Joy not to be expressed with breath: But Oh let him that would such passion drink, Be quiet of his speech, and only think. Exit. By your leau sweet creatures. You must deny it: By your sorrows leave, I bring some mussicke, to make sweet your grief, Would, get you gone, close the doors: My Beatrice, Cursed be my indiscreet trials: Oh my immeasureablie loving. Oh eternally much laved, recollect your spirits. Call up your blood, I live to honour you, As the admired glory of your sex. Nor ever hath my love been false to you. Only I presumed to try your faith too much, For which I most am grieved. Heaven cannot be too gracious to such goodness, I shall discourse to you the several chances, but hark I must yet rest dis guisd, the sudden close of many drifts now meet, "Where pleasure hath some profit, ar is sweet. Enter Tisefeu. What of him Sir. Was his fact clear and made apparent Sir? I am your servant. Farewell. Therefore to force you from the truer danger, I wrought the feigned, suffering this fair Devil, In shaps of woman to make good her plot, And knowing that the hook was deeply fast, I gave her line at will, till with her own vain strivings, See here she's tired: Oh thou comely damnation? Dost think that vice is not to be withstood, Oh what is woman merely made of blood. All shall be lighted, but this time and place Forbids longer speech, only what you can think Has been extremely ill is only hers. Frolic, how is it Sirs? Most necessary buildings Malheureus ever since my intention of Marriage, I do pray for their continuance. Marry least my house should be made one: I would have married men love the S ewes, as Englishmen loved the low Countries': wish war should be maintained there, least it should come home to their own doors: what, suffer a man to have a hold to put his head in, though he go to the Pillory for it: Youth and Appetite are above the Club of Hercules. Nay, I am sure it is one of the middle sins. Beauty is woman's virtue, love the life's Music: and woman the daintiness or second course of heavens curious work manship, since then beauty love and woman are good, how can the love of woman's beauty be bade and, Bonum quo communius to melius; wil't then go with me? To a house of salvation. Yes it'll make thee repent. wil't go to the family of love I will show thee my creature a pretty nimble eye Dutch TO kin; And honest soft hearted impropriation, a soft plum ̄ pe, round chee fro, that has beauty enough, for her virtue, virtue enough for a woman, and woman enough for any reasonable man in my knowledge: wil't pass a long with me? Good still: my brain shall keep't: you must go as you love me The ight of vi e the ate oh sin, very perdy. See, Sir this is she. By the Lord he's caught, Laughter eternal? Do good sir and pardon me that have brought you in You know the sighed of vice augments the hate of sin. Withal my heart sir only do not chide me I must confess. Oh that to love should be or shame, or sin. No love's without some lust, No life without some love, go your ways for and Apostata, I believe my cast garment must be let out in the seams for you when all is done, "Of all the fools that would all man out-thrust, "He that against Nature would seem wise is worst. "Of all the fools that would all man out-thrust, "He that against Nature would seem wise is worst. The morn is yet but young: here gentlemen, This is my Beatrice window, this the chamber Of my betrothed dearest, whose chaste eyes, Full of loved sweetness, and clear cherefulnes, Have gaged my soul to her in joyings, Shredding away all those weak vnder-braunches, Of base affections, and unfruitful heats, Here bestow your music to my voice. Cantat. Always a virtuous name to my chased love, Still? my vow is up above me, & Like time Irrevocable. I am sworn all yours, No beauty shall untwine our arms, no face In my eyes can or shall seem fair, And would to God only to me you might Seem only fair; let others disesteem Your matchless graces: so might I safer seem, Envy I covet not: far, far be all ostent Vain boasts of beauty's: soft joys and the rest, "He that is wise, pants, on a private breast, So could I live in desert most unknown, Your self to me enough were Populous, Your eyes shall be my joys, my wine that still Shall drown my often cares, your only voice Shall cast a slumber on my listening sense, You with soft lip shall only open mine eyes, And suck their lidds a sunder, only you Shall make me wish to live, & not fear death, So on your cheeks I might yield latest breath, Oh he that thus may live, and thus shall die, May well be envied of a diety. "But not to be extreme, nothing in love's extreme my love receives no mean. Which when I partly from, hope the best of life, ever partly from me. Good morrow graceful mistress, our nuptial day holds. My self and all content rest with you. Let wise men alone, 'twill beseem thee and me well enough. Where to affect that rend affected by hea en I resign her freely, the creature and I most grow of, by this time she has assurely herd of my resolved marriage, and no question swears, Gods Sacrament, en Towsand Devils I'll resign I faith. Oh friend he that could live with the smoke of roast ate might live at a cheap rate. He tell thee what, take this as firmest sense, "In Continence will force a Continence, "Hea e wastes heat, light defaceth light, "Nothing is spoiled but by his proper might, This is some thing too weighty for thy floor How far of dwells the house surgeon Marry Fough. Go you are grown a punk rampant. Marry Fough farewell, farewell Franck. No by the Lord. By the Lord. Marry will I forsooth. Do not turn witch before thy time. With all my heart Sir, you will stay. Your wishes to you. Exit Freeuil: Good day Sweet. Sir your pardon, with my this defence, Do not forget protested violence Of your low affections no requests, No arguments of reason, no known dan er. No assured wicked bloodines, Could draw your heart from this damnation. Think of it, come away, virtue let sleep thy passion, "What old times held as crimes, are now but fashions. Exeunt I, or else few men would wish to go to Heau to disguise with my friend, I am now giving the way of Nay come on good sir, what though the most odious spectacle the world can present be and imo ̄ dest vulgar woman: Yet sir for my sake. Its true, but since you needs m st love, you must know this, He that must love, a fool, and he must kiss, A Publican. Look Like a fool why? I care not for the value, Frank, but I faith- N Ay comfort my good host Shark, my good, Mulligrubb. Francischina.