THAIS

Husband, deer Husband! Is not all this the same in you? Did you ever mani fist your Sweet-harts nose, that I might nose him by't? come dead his calf, or his neather-lip? apparent signs that you were not in love or wisely covered it. Have you ever said, such a man goes upright, or has a better gate then any of the rest, as indeed, since he is proved a Magnifico, I thought thou wouldst have put it into my hands what ere'thad been. Faith, you little one, If I please him in one thing, he shall please me in all, that's certain. Who shall I have to keep my counsel if I miss thee? who shall teach me to use the bridle, when the reins are in mine own hand? what to long for? when to take Physic? where to be melancholy? why, we two are one another's grounds, without which would be no Music. I will long for Swines-flesh o'the first child. I kiss thee wench for that, and with it confirm our friendship. No, my Lord, women's longing comes after their mar riage night. Sister, see you be constant now. Good Husband show your self a temperate man, Your mother was a woman I dare swear; No Tiger God you, nor no Bear was rival In your conception: you seem Like the issue The Painters limb leaping from Envies mouth, That devours all he meets. Oh God bless the man. You mean me and my husband. So sir, you make me a very light creature. Do you ask a woman that question my Lord, When she inforcedly pursues what she's forbidden? I think if I had been tied to silence, I should have been worthy the Cucking-stool ere this time. Why? for why, I pray? Oh great act of Justice! well, and my Husband come cleanly off with this, he shall never betray his weakness more, but confess himself a Citizen hereafter, and acknowledge their wit, for alas they come short. Oh, your this device smells of the Merchant. What's your ships name, I pray? The forlorn Hope? And why not Adventurer? Mine and Azure shield: marry what else; I should tell thee more then I understand; but the word is, Aut precio, aut precibus. Aut precio, aut precibus. Would Love could make you so: but t'is his guise To let us surfeit ere he open our eyes. Nay sir, betray not your infirmities, You'll make my Husband jealous by and by; We will think of you, and that presently. What, is your Ladyship hurt? Well Lady, and I have that to show you will bring your courage down. What would you say, and I would name a party saw your Husband court, kiss, nay almost go through for the hold? Would any woman but I be abused to her face? Prithee read the contents: Knowest thou the Character? I ever thought by his read beard he would prove a Judas, here am I bought and sold; he makes much of me in deed. Well wench, we were best wisely in time seek for preuen cion, I should be loath to take drink and die on't, as I am afraid I shall that he will lie with thee. I, too well, it blushes for his M r . Points to the ring. By my faith I would be loath in the dark, and he knew me. I conceive you not all this while. But you mean they shall come in at the back-doors. All is if our Maids keep secret. Troath, and I never had any Sea-captain boarded in my house. But is my husband content to come darkling? I am afraid my voice will discover me. I, but you know a woman cannot choose but speak in these cases. Farewell wisewoman. So, there's one fool shipped away: are your cross-points discovered? Get your Breakfast ready! By this light I'll tie you to hard fare: I have been too sparing of that you prodigally offer Voluntary to another: well you shall be a tame fool hereafter. The finest light is when we first defraud; Husband to night it's I must lie abroad. Exit. Our Husbands think they are fore-men of the Jury, they hold the Heretic point of Predestination, and sure they are born to be hanged. As soon as my man saw the Watch come up, All his spirit was down. That's true: for the opinion my Goodman had of enjoying you, made him do wonders. Their answer is, to feed on Pheasants continually would breed a loathing. I, if men had any feeling of it, but they judge us by themselves. Faith, if we were disposed, we might seem as safe, As if we had the broad seal to warrant it: But that nights work will stick by me this forty weeks. Come, shall we go visit the discontented Lady Lentulus ? Whom the Lord Mendosa has confessed to his Chirurgeon, He would have robbed? I thought great men would but Have robbed the poor, yet he the rich. But he's in hope his book will save him. If my husband had been worth the begging some Courtier would have had him: he might be begged well enough, for he knows not his own wife from another. Our husbands will be hanged, because they think themselves Cuckolds. The Merchant venturers would be a very small come pany. If my husband hereafter for his wealth chance to be dubbed: I'll have him called the Knight of the supposed home. Faith, I think I should for my Husband. I do not hold the opinion of the Philosopher, that writes we love them best, that we enjoy first: for I protest I love my husband better then any that did know me before. I have followed your counsel hitherto, and mean to do still. What husband? at your prayers so seriously? Husband, I do beseech you on my knees, I may but speak with you. I'll win your pardon, Or with tears Like Niobe bedew a. Your pardon & your favour gracious Duke Women kneel. At once we do implore, that have so long. Deceived your royal expectation, Assured that the Comic knitting up, Will move your spleen, unto the proper use, Of mirth, your natural inclination: And wipe away the watery coloured anger, From your enforced cheek. Fair Lord, beguile Them and your saved, with a pleasing smile. He's stung already, as if his eyes were turned on Per sies shield. There motion is fixed, Like to the pool of Stix. Spice of a new halter, when you go a ranging thus Like Devils, would you might burn for't as they do. Me thinks sir, you should blush even through your vizor, I have scarce patience to dance out the rest. Well wench, if I could be metamorphosed into thy shape, I should have my husband pliant to me in his life, And soon rid of him: for being weary with his continual more cion, He'de die of a consumption.