MARY FAUGH

To nothing! I'll be sworn I have brought them to all the things I could, I would made as much a your may denhead, and you had been mine own daughter, I could not would sold your Maiden head oftener then I would done, I would sworn for you God forgive me, I have made you acquainted with the Spam niard Done Skirtoll, with the Italian, M. Beieroane, with the Irish Lord, S. Patrick, with the Dutch Merchant, Haunc Herkin G ukin Skellam Elappdragon, and specially with the grea test French, and now lastly with this English (yet in my consci ence) and honest Gentleman: and am I now grown one of the accursed with you for my labour? is this my reward, am I called Bawd? Well Marry Fough, go thy ways Marry Fough, thy kind heart will bring thee to the Hospital. Nay good sweet daughter, do not swagger so, you hear your love is to be married, true, he does cast you off, right he will leave you to the world, what then? though blue and white, black and green leave you, may not red and yellow entertain you, is there but one coullor in the Rainbow? Oh daughter, cozen, niece, servant, mistress. There is one M. Malliereux at the door desires to see you: he says he must not be divide, for he hath sent you this ring and withal says 'tis done. I shall satisfy him two hours hence well. He's gone forsooth no cawdle of Cock-stones, & will return within this two hours. Out thou naughty belly, wouldst thou make me thy Bawd? thu'st best make me thy Bawd, I would kept counsel for thee, who paid the Apothecary, wast not honest Marry Fough? who redeemde thy petticoat and mantle, wast not honest Marry Fough? who helped thee to thy custom not of swaggering Ire and Captains, nor of 2. S. Inns a court men, but with honest atte-cappes, wealthy flat-caps, that pay for their pleasure the best of any men in Europe, nay, which is more in London, and dost thou defile me vile creature. You are a profane fellow I faith, I little thought to hear such ungodly terms come from your lips. are imparlarde next the street good po as their food, black bird, Lark, woodcock, and mine host here, comes in, cries God bless you, and departs: A blind Harper enters, craves audience, uncaseth, plays, the Drawer for female privateness sake is nodded out, who knowing that whosoever will hit the mark of profit, must Like those that shoot in stone-bowes wink with one eye, grows blind a the right side and departs. I did praise I confess, I did praise him, I seed he was a fool, and unthrift, a true whoremaster, I confess, a consta ̄ to drab keeper I confess, but what the wind is turned. By yea, and by nay, master Coclod I fear you're play the knave and restore them. I prithee do, I love to hear my self praised, as well as any old Lady, I. The a lusty Bravo beneath, a stranger, but a good stale Rascal: he swea es valiantly, kicks a Bawd right virtuously, and protests with and empty pocket might desperately, Heel squire you. No rudeness Gentlemen: I'll go vndragd. Oh wicked, wicked Devil. Exit. Ho Cousin Frank, the party you wot of, M. Malhereux. H m. What?