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Quicksilver, thou little more then a Dwarf, and some thing less then a Woman. By the Lord I think thou ilt marry shortly too, thou growest somewhat foolish already. What a tart Monkey is this, by heaven if thou hadst not so much wit I could find in my heart to my marry thee. Faith bear with me for all this. By heaven I shall be assoon wearne of health as of your in ioyeng: will you cast a smooth cheek upon me? If you will be mine, you shall be your own, my purse, my body, my heart is yours, only be silent in my house, modest at my table, and wanton in my bed, and the Empress of Europe cannot content, and shall not be contented better. Then thus, and thus, so Hymen should begin, Sometime a falling out, proves falling in. Exit. Speak not of any thing thats good. Mean time to strictest guard, to sharpest prison. News, news, news, news. Why, is not this well now? Is not this better then louring, and pouting, and puling, which is hateful to the living, and vain to the dead? Come, come, you must live by the quick, when all is done, and for my own partly, let my wife laugh at me when I am dead, so S eel smile upon me while I live, but to see a woman Whine, and yet keep her eyes mourn, and yet keep her cheeks fat: nay, to see a woman c awe her husband by the feet when he is dead, that would have scratched him by the face when he was living: this now is somewhat ridiculous. I pray you? never pray me: for by your leave you may come manned me. This 'tis: the public sessions which this day is passed, hath doomed to death ill fortuned Malhereux. Nothing but hanging, the Whoresone slave is mad before he hath lost his senses. No faith suspicions, for it thus protested a cloak was stolen, that cloak he had, he had it Himself confessed by force, the rest of his defence The choler of a Justice wronged in wine, Joined with malignance of some hasty Jurors, Whose wit was lighted by the Justice nose, The knave was cast, But Lord to hear his moan, his prayers, his wishes, His zeal ill timde, and his words unpitied, Would make a dead man rise and smile, While he observed how fear can make men vile. By my tro h a rare motion, you must hast, For malefactors goes Like the world upon wheels. Would servant? Zounds I am no companion for Pandors your best make him your love. 'Sdeath a virtue, what a damned things this? Whole trust fair faces, tears, and vows, 'Sdeath not I, She is a woman, that is, she can lie. Go you are a flattering knave. Hers another tack to be given, your son and daughter. yes aith father, marriage and hanging are spun both in one hour. Nay look you, for my own partly, if I have not as religi ously vowed my heart to you, been in drunk to your health, swalowd flap-dragons, eat glasses, drunk urine, stabbed arms, and done all the offices of protested gallan rye for your sake: and yet you tell me I have a brazen face, a leaden brain and a copper beard, Come yet and it please you. No, by the Lord, not I? He's not to be found Sirian where. Oh sir, be wisely sorry, but not passionate. Exit: The heavy night grows to her depth of quiet, 'Tis about mid darkness. Oh I, I, he gagd his life with it, but know When all approached the test, Shatews divide He saw or herd of any such complot, Or of Frevill: so that his own defence, Appeared so false, that Like a madmans sword, He stroke his own heart, he hath the course of law and instantly must suffer: but the Jest (If hanging be a jest) as many make it) Is to take notice of one Mullegrub, a sharking vintner. Bliss, a the blessed, who would but look for 2. knaves here? But do you hear Lady, you proud ape you. What was the lest you brake of Alas for you sweet soul, by the Lord you are grown a proud, scurvy, apish, idle, disdainful, scoffing, Gods foot, be cause you have read Ephues and his England, Palmerin de Oliva, & the Legend of Lies. By () but I do now, and whosoever dares say that I do not love you, nay honour you, and if you would vouchsafe to marry. And yet I was afraid i'faith that I should would seen a Gar land on this beauty's hearse, but time, truth, experience, and vary tie, are great doers with women. Good morrow sweet life. Some nine. Dost not wear high cork shoes: chopines. Still the best partly in the, By the Lord so I thought 'twas for some thing Mistress Joyce jested at thy high insteps. Faith Joyce is a foolish bitter creature. And fair. Oh you forget your beauty now. Hark you, Thou base lying: how dares thy impudence hope to prosper, were't not for the privilege of this respected company, I would so hang thee. What's that you whisper to her? Before heaven well remembered he borrowed a diamond of me last night to grace his finger in your visitation: The Lying Creature will swear some strange thing on it now. How now you base Pultrone? Contraries. Why so, now every dog has his bone to gnaw on. Content, weel but fit our pumps, Count you vermin. Exeunt. A torch, found wench, soft sleep, and sanguine dreams to you both on boy. Mew you would be taken up for that. Which did not pierce the heavens. Life, yes why not life?
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…