MALEVOLE

I at the resurrection. "No vulgar seed, but once may rise, and shall, "No King so huge, but before he die, may fallen. Fool, most happily encountered, canst sing fool? What are his griefs? I never observed so much. Passarell , why do great men beg fools? Pue, thou givest no good reason, Thou speakest Like a fool. And how doth Maquerelle fare nowadays? And how doth thy old Lord that hath wit enough to be a flatterer, and conscience enough to be a knave? I am in haste, be brief. Oh world most vild, when thy lose vanities Taught by this fool, do make the fool seem wise! Oh I, by that velvet. Bless ye cast a Ladies: would dip-sawce, how dost thou old Coal? I old Coal; me thinks thou liest Like a brand under billets of green wood. He that will inflame a young wenches heart, let him lay close to her: and old Coal that hath first been fired, a pandre my half burned lint, who though thou canst flame thy self, yet art able to set a thousand virgins tapers afire: and how doth Ianiuere thy husband, my little periwincle, is he troubled with the cough of the lungs still? doos he hawk a nights still, he will not bite. And he took thee with thy belly full of young bones: Marry he took his maim by the stroke of his enemy. The close stock! o mortal wench: Lady, would you now no restoratives for your decayed Jasons? Look ye, crabs guts baked, distilled oxe-pith, the pulverized hairs of a lions upper lip, jelly of cock sparrows, he monkeys marrow, or powlder of foxe-stones. And whither are you ambling now? Do your husbands lie with ye? Would ye no foregoers about you: come, whither in good deed law now? Fride frogs are very good & French Like too:— Save ye Duke. Why God be with thee, heaven hear my curse, May thy wife and thee live long together. What religion wilt thou be of next? With most servile patience time will come, When wonder of thy error will strike dumb, Thy bezeld sense, slaves I favour, I marry shall he, rise, "Good God! how subtle hell doth flatter vice, "Mount him aloft, and makes him seem to fly, "As Foul the Tortois mocked, who to the sky, "Ambitious shellfish raised; th'end of all, "Is only, that from height he might dead fallen. I shall now leave ye with all my best wishes. Only lets hold together a firm correspondence. A mutual friendly reciprocal perpetual kind of stead die unanimous heartily leagued. Adue pigeon house: thou Burre that to only stickest to nappy Fortune's, the Sarpego, the Strangury, and eternal vneffec tuall Priapisme seize thee. Mayest thou be a notorious wittally pander to thine own wife, and yet get no office but live to be the utmost mice rye of mankind, a beggarly cuckold. God arrest thee. At the devils; ah you treacherous damnable monster! How dost? how dost, thou treacherous rogue? Ah ye rascal, I am banished the Court sirrah. At your service, by the Lord law, shall's go to supper, let's be once drunk together, and so unite a most virtuously strengthened friendship, shall's Huguenot, shall's? As a raven to a dunghill; they say theres one dead here, pricked for the pride of the flesh. Oh most willingly, I mean to turn pure Rochel church man, I. Because I'll live lazily, rail upon authority, deny kings supremacy in things indifferent, and be a Pope in mine own pa rish. To scour ploughshares, I have seen oxen blow up Altares: Et nunc sedges ubi Sion fuit. Nay monstrous, I would seen a sumptuous steeple turned to a stinking privy; more beastly, the sacredst place made a dogs kennel: nay most inhumane, the stoned coffins of long dead christians burst up, and made hogs-troughs— Hic sins Pri ni. Shall I would some sack and cheese at thy chamber? Good night good mischievous incarnate devil, good night Men doza, ah you inhumane villain, goodnight, night fub. I, I will come friendly Damnation, I will come: I do descry cross-points, honesty and courtship, straddle as far as nder, as a true Frenchman's legs. Proclamations, more proclamations. Hark, lust cries for a Surgeon, what news from Limbo? How doth the grand cuckold Lucifer? Thy shame more than thy wounds do grie e me far, "Thy wounds but leave upon thy flesh some skarre; "But fame never heals, still rankles worse and worse, "Such is of uncontrolled lust the curse. "Think what it is in lawless sheets to lie: "But Oh Ferneze, what in lust to die. "Then thou that shame respects, o fly converse "With women's eyes, and lisping wantonness: "Stick candles gainst a virgin walls white back, "If they not burn, yet at the least thei'le black. Come, isle convey thee to a private port. Where thou shalt live (o happy man) from court. The beauty of the day begins to rise, From whose bright form Nights heavy shadow flies, Now begins close plots to work, the Scene grows full, And craves his eyes who hath a solid skull. I cannot sleep, my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will hold no fellowship: Oh thou pale sober night, Thou that in sluggish fumes all sense dost sleep: Thou that gives all the world full leave to play, Unbendest the feebled veins of sweaty l bour; The galleyslave, that all the to lesome day, Tugges at his oar, against the stubborn uva e, Straining his rugged veins, S oars fast: The stooping sithe-man that does barbe the field Thou makest wink sure: in night all creatures sleep, Only the Malcontent, that gainst his fate Repines and quarrels, alas he's goodman tell-clock. His sallow jawbones sink with wasting moan, While others beds are down, his pillows stone. At the palace? now discretion Shield man, for Gods love lets would no more cuckolds: Hymen begins to put off his saf fron robe, keep thy wife i'the state of grace, heart a truth, I would sooner leave my Lady singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa Palace, sin there appearing in her luttish shape, Would soon grow loathsome, even to blushessence, Surfeit would cloak intemperate appetite, Make the soul scent the rotten breath of lust. When in and Italian lascivious palace, a Lady gardianlesse, Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodesty, To have her bound, incensed with wantor sweets, Her veins filled High with heating delicates: Soft rest, sweet music, amorous Masquerers, lascivious ban quets, sin it self gilded over, strong phantafie tricking up strange delights, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sense, sense leading it unto the soul, confirmed with potent example, impudent cum stome, enticed by that great bawd Opportunity, thus being pre parde, clap to her easy ear, youth in good clothes, well shaped, rich, fair-spoken, promising-noble, ardent blood-full, witty, flattering: V isses absent, Oh Ithacan, chastest Penelope hold out. Give place. Illo, ho, ho, ho, art there old true penny? Where hast thou spent thy self this morning? I see flattery in thine eyes, and damnation in thy soul. Would thou huge rascal As a scholar futuens gratis: How doth the devil go with thee now? Excellent, admirable, as the devil would have it, lend me, lend me, Rapier, Pistol, Crossbow; so, so, isle do it. As Lent & fishmongers, come a cape a pe, how in from No reason marry: but how must he die now? Nay, make me some rich knave, and le make my self some great man. Celzo, didst hear? Oh heaven, didst hear? Such devilish mischief, sufferest thou the world Carouse damnation even with greedy swallow, And still dost wink, still duz thy vengeance slumber "If now thy brows are clear, when will they that nder Brief, brief, who? the Duke? good heaven that fools should stumble upon greatness! do not sleep Duke, give ye good morrow: you must be bri fe Duke; I am feed to mur there thee, start not: Mendoza, Mendoza hired me, here's his gold, his Pistol, crossbow, and sword, 'tis all as firm as earth: Oh fool, fool, choked with the common maze of easy idiots, Credit dulitie, ma e him thine heir: what thy sworn murderer? Can? Yes; but why, but why, for love to thee; much, much, to be revenged upon his rival, who had thrust his jaws awry, who being slain, supposed by thine own hands; defended by his sword, made thee most loathsome, him most gracious with thy lose Princess, thou closely yielding egr sse and regress to her, madest him heir, whose hight unquiet lust strait towzde thy sheets, and now would seize thy state, politician, wise man, death to be led to the stake Like a bull by the horns, to make e ven kindness cut a gentle throat; l fe, why art thou numbed? thou foggy dulness, speak: lives not more faith in a home hiusting tongne, than in that see fencing tip tap Courtiers? If? come shade thee with this disguise, if? thou shalt han dle it, he shall thank thee for killing thy self, come follow my directions, and thou shalt see strange sleights. Why to the devil: come, the morn grows late, Astedi quickens is the soul of state. Rest in peace as the Duke duz, quietly fit: for my own partly I beheld him but dead; thats all: marry here's one can give you a more particular account of him. Then came I in, but las all was too late, For even straight he sunk. Now you egregious devil, would you murdering Politician, how dost Duke? how dost look now? brave Duke i'faith. Slatted his brains oh to, then sowft him in the briny sea. Oh was best, sure work: For he that strikes a great man, let him srtike home, or elseware, he'll prove no man: shoulder not a huge fellow, unless you may be sure to lay him in the kennel. I'll make and excellent pander: Duke farewell, endue, adue Duke. Your diuelships king haz no virtue, the buff-captain, the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries, stand out must have a stiffer warrant, or no pass into the Castle of Comfort. How didst Like the Hermit? a strange Hermit sirrah. I, he must die. And provident. Ho, to is wondrous necessary: how? In the Citadel. Cross capers, tricks, truth a heaven, he would dis charge us as boys do eldern guns, one pellet to stricke out another: of what faith art now? World! 'Tis the only region of death, the greatest shop of the Devil, the cruelest prison of men, out of the which none pass without paying their dearest breath for a fee, theres nothing perfect in it, but extreme extreme calamity, such as comes yond der. Do not weep kind cuckold, take comfort man, thy betters have been Beccoes: Agamemnon Emperor of all the merry Greeks that tickled all the true Trojans, was a Cornuto: Prince Arthur that cut off twelve Kings beards, was a Cornuto: Hercules, whose back boar up heaven, and God forty wenches with child in one night. Tut, a pitiful Surgeon makes a dangerous soar. I'll tent thee to the ground. Thinkest I'll sustain my self by flatter king thee, because thou art a Prince? I had rather follow a drun kard, and hue by licking up his vomit, than by servile flattery. Gr at slaves fear better than love, born naturally for a coal-basket, though the common usher of Princes presence fortune hath blindly given them better place, I am vowed to be thy affliction. Because you are and usurping Duke. to Bilioso Your Lordship's well returned from Florence. What news from the Florentines? I, and Mendoza is Duke, what will you do? Yet he is. But if that A tofrom should turn strait again? What religion will you be of now? Oh Hercules! Your lordship is a very wittal. I, all-wit. Your lordship sweats, your young Lady will get you a cloth for your old worships brows. Heeres a fellow to be damned, this is his inviolable maxim, (flat ter the greatest, and oppress the least:) a whoreson flesh-fly, at still gnaws upon the lean gawld backs. Thy vows are herd, and we accept thy faith. Banish amazeme to; continued e, we four must stand full shock of Fortune, be not so wonder-st icken. Who doubts of providence, That sees this change, a hearty faith to all: He needs must rise, can no lower fallen: For still impetuous vicissitude Towzeth the world, then let no maze intrude Upon your spirits: wonder not I rise; For who can sink, that close can temporize? The time grows ripe for Actium, I'll detect My priuatst plot; left ignorance fear suspect: Lets close to counsel, leave the rest to fate, Mature discretion is the life of state. The Dutchm n for a drunkard. The Irishman for Vsquebath. Oh thou art a blessed creature, had I a modest woman to conceal, I would put her to thy custody, for no reasonable creature would ever suspect her to be in thy company: would, thou art a melodious Maquerelle, thou picture of a woman, and substance of a beast. I care not. And how dost thou think a this transformation of state now. No more dog, sweet Maquarelle, no more dog: and what hope hast thou of the duchess Maria, will she stoop to the Dukes lewre, will she cow think to? I, I think those are the best signs to take a lady in. By your favour signeor, I must discourse with the Lady Maria, Altofronts duchess: I must enter for the Duke. Wilt thou? Oh heavens, that a christian should be found in a Buff jerkin! captain Conscience: I love thee Captain. We attend,& what hope hast thou of this Duchess easiness? Now in the name of immodesty, how many mai den-heads hast thou brought to the block? God bless thee Lady. We have brought thee tender of a husband. Mully, he that loves thee, is a Duke, Mendoza, he will maintain thee royally, love thee ardently, defend thee power fully, marry thee sumptuously, & keep thee in despite of Rosci clear or Do ̄ zel deal Phoebo: the jewels, if thou wilt, so; if not, so. Gainst him that can enforce, how vain is striefe? Now the fear of the devil for ever go with thee. Marquerelle I tell thee, I have found and honest woman faith I perceive when all is done, there is of women, as of all other things: some good, most bade: some saints, some-sinners: for as now adais, no Courtier but haz his miss ris, no Captain but haz his cockatrice, no Cuckold but haz his horns, & no fool but haz his feather: even so, no woma ̄ but haz her weakness & feather too, no sex but haz his: I can hunt the letter no farther: o God, how loathsome this toying is to me, that a duke should be forced to fool it: well, Stultorum plenam sunt omniam, better play the fool Lord, then be the fool Lord: now, where's your slights Madam Maquarelle? Why, was the flax put into thy mouth, & yet thou? thou set fire? thou inflame her? The fitter to have inflamed the flaxwoman. Go, go, thou art a weak pandresse, now I see. Sooner earth's fire heaven it self shall waste, Then all with heat can melt a mind that's chaste. Go thou the Dukes lime-twig, I'll make the Duke turn thee out of thine office. what, not get one touch of hope, & had her at such advantage. Hence ye gross iawd pessantly, out go. Be dammed sometime. I will commend thee to the Duke. And knaves man. He that by any ways gets riches his means never shames him. For impudency and faithlessness are the main stays to greatness. By the Lord thou art a perfect knave. out ye ancient damnatio ̄ . With Duke Pietro, with Duke Pietro. Dead as the Duke is, Thou hast a certain strong villainous sent about thee, my nature cannot endure. Cold frosty, she is obstinate, Pew, per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter. Who I? I have be twice and under sheriff, man. I 'tis your young Lords fashion to do so, though he was so lafy being a bachelor, that he would never travail so far as the University yet when he married her tales of, and Catsoe for England. Because there is no Prothelhouses there. Nether; your whore went down with the stews and your punk came up with your Puritan. Excellently, no levum, Pothecary, or Politian better look you, hers a box, who ̄ wouldst thou impoison? hers a box which opened, & the fume taken up in condites, thorough which the brain purges it self, does instantly for 12. hours space, bind up all show of li e in a deep cesles sleep: heres another which being opened under the sleepers nose, chokes all the power of life, kills him suddenly. Death of the damned thief: Starts up and speaks. I'll make one i'the mask, thou shalt would some Brave spirits of the antique Dukes. Most happy, deer Celso, poisond with and empty box? I'll give thee all anon: my ady comes to court, there is a whurle of fate comes tumbling on, the Castles captain stands for me, the people pray for me, and the great leader of the joust stands for me: then courage Celso. For no disastrous chance can ever move him, That leaveth nothing but a God above him. Yes, more loved then my breath: With you I'll dance. They die in fear, who live in villainy. Keep your face constant, To Mar a let no sudden passion speak in your eyes. No. Where and arch-vilaine is. Base treacherous wretch, what grace canst thou ex pect That grown impudent in gracel snesse. Slave, take thy life. Wertenberg thou defenced through blood and wounds, the sternest horror of a civil fight Would I atcheeue thee: but prostrate at my feet Iscorne to hurt thee: itis the heart of slaves That deigns to triumph over peasants graves. For such thou art, since birth does near enrol A man mong monarchs, but a glorious soul. Oh I have seen strange accidents of state, The flatterer Like the Ivy clip the Oak, And wast it to the heart: lust so confirmed That the black act of sin it self not shamed To be termde Courtship. Oh they that are as great as be their sins, Let them remember that th'inconstant people, Love many men merely for their faces, And outward shows: and they do covet more To have a sighed of these then of their virtues, Yet thus much let the great ones still conceal, When they observe not Heavens imposed conditions, They are no men, but forfeit their commissions. I'll come among you, you goatish blooded Toad rers, as Gum into Taffeta, to fret, to fret: I'll fallen Like a sponge in to water to suck up; to suck up. Howl again. I'll go to church and come to you. From the public place of much dissimulation, Talk with a Usurer: take up at interest. Of a soldiers religion. Sects, sects, I have seen seeming Piety change her roabeso oft, that sure none but some arch-devil can * shape her a Pe icote. But damnation on a politic religion: I am weary, would I were one of the Dukes hounds now. Common news? why common words are, God save ye, Fare ye well: common actions, Flattery and Cozenage: common things, Women and Cuckolds: and how do's my little Ferra worser a ye lecherous Animal, my little Ferret, he goes suck king up and down the palace into every hens nest Like a Weasel: and to what dost thou addict thy time to now, more then to those Antique painted drabs that are still affected of young Cour tiers, Flat ry, Pride, and Venery. Phew, the Devil, let him possess thee, he'll teach thee to speak all languages, most readily and strangely, and great reason marry, he's traveled greatly in the world; & is every where. I, save ith Court: and how do's my old muckhill over spread with fresh snow: To Bilios . thou half a man, half a goat, all a beast: how do's thy young wife, old huddle? Do, kick thou hugely horned old Dukes Ox, good Master make-pleece. Why Like the Knight S. Patrik Penlolians, with killing a spiders for my Ladies Munkey. Oh no, but dream the most fantastical: Oh heaven: Oh fubbery, fubbery Why me thinks I see that Signior pawn his footcloth: that Metreza her Plate: this madam takes physic: that tother Me si ur may minister to her: here is a Pander jeweld: there is a fellow in shift of Satin this day, that could not shift a shirt to there night: here a Paris supports that Hellen: there's a Lady Guinever bears up that sir Lancel to. Dreams, dreams, visions, fantasies, Chimaeras, imaginations, tricks, conceits, To Prepasso Sir Tristram Trimtram come a loft In ke a napes with a whim wham, here's a Knight of the land of Catit shall play at trap with any page in Europe; Do the sword-dance, with any Morris dancer in Chri stendome; ride at the Ring till the inn of his eyes look as blue as the welkin, and run the wildgoose chase ven with Pompey the huge. To the devil: now Signor Guerchin ; that thou from a most pitied prisoner shouldst grow a most loathed flatterer: Alas poor Celso, thy star's oppressed, thou art and honest Lord, 'tis pity. I marry is't philosophical Equato, & t'is pity that thou be king so excellent a scholar by art, shouldst be so ridiculous a fool by nature: I have a thing to tell you Duke; by v avant, bid um avant. Duke thou art a Beco, a Cornut . Thou art a Cuckold. With most tumbler-like nimbleness. Mendoza is the man makes thee a horned beast Duke t'is Mendoza cornutes thee. As a Lawyers beard, There is and old Crone in the Court, her name is Maquerelle, She is my mistress sooth to say, and she does ever tell me, Blirt a rhyme; blirt a rhyme; Maquerelle is a cunning bawd, I am and honest villain, thy wife is a close drab, and thou at cuckold, farewell Duke. Dull, dull Duke, can lazy patience make lame revenge ? Oh God for a woman to make a man that which God never created, never made! A cuckold: To be made a thing that's hud-wink with kindness, while every rascal philips his brows; to have a cox comb with egregious horns, pined to a Lords back, every page sporting himself with delightful laughter, while he must be the last must know it; Pistols and Poniards, Pistols and Poniards. Lightning and thunder! Catz ! Nay, to select among ten thousand fairs, A Lady far inferior to the most, In fair proportion both of limb and soul: To take her from austerer check of parents, To make her his by most deuoutfull rights, Make her commandress of a better essence Then is the gorgeous world even of a man. To hug her with as raised and appetite, As usurers do their delved up treasury, (Thinking none tells it but his private self ) To meet her spirit in a nimble kiss, Distilling panting ardor to her heart. True to her sheets, nay diets strong his blood, To give her height of Hymeneal sweets. While she lisps, & gives him some court quelqu hose Made only to provoke, not satiate: And yet even then, the thaw of her delight Flows from lewd heat of apprehension, Only from strange imaginations rankenes, That forms the adulterers pre ence in her soul, And makes her think she clips the oule kna es loins. Nay think, but think what may proceed of this, Adultery is often the mother of I cest. Yes incest: mark, Mendoz of his wife begets per chance a daughter. Mendo die . His son marries this daughter. Say you? Nay 'tis frequent, not only probable, but no question often acted, while ignorance, fearless ignorance clasps his own seed. Adultery? why next to the sin of Simony, t'is the most horrid transgression under the cope of salvation. I, next to Simony, in which our men in next age shall not sin. Because (thanks to some churchmen) our age will leave them nothing to sin with. But adultery! Oh dulness! shue, should exemplary punishment, that intemperate bloods may freeze, but to think it. I would dam him and all his generation my own hands should do it; would, I would not trust heaven with my vengeance any thing. Farewell. Lean thoughtfulness, a sallow meditation, Suck thy veins dry, distemperance rob thy sleep, The hearts disquiet is revenge most deep. He that gets blood, the life of flesh but spills, But he that breaks hearts peace, the deer soul kills. Well, this disguise does yet afford me that Which kings do seldom hear, or great men use, Free speech: and though my stat's usurped, Yet this affected strain gives me a tongue, As fetterless as is and Emperors. I may speak foolishly, I knavishly, Always carelessly, yet no one thinks it fashion To poize my breath, "for he that laughs and strikes, "Is lightly felt, or seldom struck again. Duke, I'll torment thee: now my joust revenge, From thee than crown a richer jemme shall partly. Beneath God naught's so deer as a calm heart. Peace, speak low; peace, Oh Celso, constant Lord, (Thou to whose faith I only rest discovered, Thou, one of full ten millions of men, That love virtue only for it self, Thou in whose hands old OPS may put her soul:) Behold for ever banished Alt fron This Genoa's last years Duke, Oh truly noble, I wanted those old instruments of state, Dissemblance, and Suspect: I could not time it Celso, My throne stood Like a point in midst of a circle, To all of equal nearness, boar with none: Reigned all alike, so slept in fearless virtue, Suspectless, too suspectless: till the crowd: (Still liquorous of untried novelties,) Impatient with severer government: Made strong with Florence: banished Altofron . Of all was quite bereft, Alas Maria, too close prisoned: My true faithed Duchess i'th Citadel. Oh no, climb not a falling tower Celso, 'Tis well held, desperation, no zeal: Hopeless to strive with fate (peace) Temporize. Hope, hope, that never for ak'st the wretchedest man, Yet bidst me live, and lurk in this disguise. What? play I well the free breathed discontent? Why man we are all Philosophical Monarchs or natural ooles, Celso, the Courts after, the Duchess sheets will smoke for't ere it be long: Impure Mendoza that sharp nosed Lord, that made the cursed match linked Gen a with Florence now broad horns the Duke, which he now knows: Discord to Malecontents is very Manna, when the ranks are burst, then scuffle Altofront. 'Tis gone, 'tis swallowed Like a mineral, some way will work, phewt I'll not shrink, " He's resolute who can no lower sink. Oh the father of May-poles, did you never see a fellow whose strength consisted in his breath, respect in his office, reli gion on his Lord, and love in himself? why then behold. My right worshipful Lerd, Your court nightcap makes you have a passing high forehead. Go to then, and shall you and I now enter into a strict friendship? Yes. Just, what though I called thee old Ox, egregious Wit tall, Broken-bellied Coward, Rotten Mummy, Yet since I am in favour: Your son? 'Tis a dog man. How smooth to him that is in state of grace, —To Cel. How servile is the ruggedst Courtiers face. What Profit, nay what Nature would keep down, Are heaved to them, are minions to a crown. Envious ambition never sates his thirst, Till sucking all, he swells, and swells, and bursts. Did your sinniorship never see a pigeon house that was smooth, round, and white without, and full of holes and stink within, would you not old Courtier? Adue my true Court-friend, farewell my deer Castilio. True, the privy key. 'Tis fit, away. Mendoza, hark ye, hark ye. You are a treacherous villain, God bwy ye. We are all the sons of heaven, though a Tripe wife were our mother; a you whoreson hight rainde he Marmoset, Egistus didst ever hear of one Egistus? I Egistus, he was a filthy incontinent Fleshmonger, such a one as thou art. Orestes, beware Orestes. I once shall rise. Nay but swear. Elder of Israel, thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance, To Bilioso. when did thy wife let thee lie with her? Ambassador? now for thy countries honour: prithee do not put up mutton & porridge in thy cloke-bagge: thy young Lady wife goes to Florence with thee too, does she not? Farewell, take thy wife with thee, farewell. To Florence, um? it may prove good, it may, And we may once unmask our brows. Celso peace, how is't? speak low, pale fears suspect that hedges, walls and trees have ears: speak, how runs all? I tell thee Celzo, I have ever found Thy breast most far from shifting cowardice And fearful baseness: therefore I'll tell thee Celzo, I find the wind begins to come about, I'll shift my suit of fortune, I know the Florentine whose only force, By marrying his proved daughter to this Prince, Both banished me, and made this weak Lord Duke, Will now forsake them all, be sure he will: I'll lie in ambush for conveniency, Upon their severance to confirm my self. Of that at leisure: he lives. Faith Like a pair of snuffers, snibbes filth in other men, and retains it in it self. I can track him Celso. Oh my disguise fools him most powerfully: For that I seem a desperate Malcontent, He feign would clasp with me; he is the true slave That will put on the most affected grace, For some vild second cause. Who I, I have been a Sergeant man. As Job, and Alcumist, or a Poet. As Irishmen do bum-crackes. As pleasing as maids lose their virginity. Why sure my blood gives me I am noble, sure I am of noble kind; for I find my self possessed with all their qualities; love Dogs, Dice and Drabs, scorn wit in stuff clothes, have eat my Shoemaker, knocked my Semsters, cuckold my Poteca ry and undone my Tailor. Noble, why not? since the Sto cke said, Neminem servum non ex regibus, neminem regem non ex servis esse ri ndum, only busy fortune towses, and the provident chan ces blends them together; isle give you a simil ; Did you ere see a well with two buckets, while one comes up full to be emptied, and other goes down empty to be filled; such is the state of all huma nitie: why look you, I may be the son of some Duke; for believe me, intemperate lascivious bastardy makes Noble tie doubtful: I have a lusty daring heart Mendoza. Shall I get by it? Command me, I am thy slave, beyond death and hell. My hearts wish, my souls desire, my fantasies dream, My bloods longing, the only height of my Hope's, how Oh God how? o how my united spirits throng together So strengthen my resolve. Upon what merit? Do you love Maria? Um, not so good: me thinks when he is slain, to get some hypocrite, some dangerous wretch thats muffled, or with feigned holiness, to swear he herd the duke on some stiepe cliff lament his wives dishonour, and in and agony of his hearts tor ture hurled his groaning sides into the wolne sea: This circum stance well made, sounds probable: and hereupon the Duchess. Then fear not for the wife of All ofront, isle close to her. The Duke, peace, the Duke is dead. Is't music? Make us christians, ma e us christians. To the gallows say you? Come: Praemium incertum petit certum scelus. How stands the Prog esse? I run. How do you? how dost Duke? Oh do no rand, do not turn player, there's more of them than can well live one by another already. Wh to, art and infidel still? I am commanded to poison thee at supper. I'faith as bawds go to church, for fashion sake: come, be not confounded, thou art but in danger to lose a dukedom: think this: This earth is the only graven and Golgotha wherein all things that live must rot: 'tis but the draught wherein the hea uenly bodies discharge their corruption, the very muckhill on which the sublunary orbs cast their excrements: man is the slime of this dongue pit, and Princes are the governors of these men: for, for our souls, they are as free as Emperors, all of one piece, there goes but a pair of sheeres betwixt and Emperor and the son of a bag piper, only the dying, dressing, pressing, glossing makes the difference: now what art thou Like to lose? A Jailers office to keep men in bonds, While toil and trea on, all life's good confounds. Out of his chamber. Yaugh, godaman what dost thou there: Dukes Gani med Juno's jealous of thy long stockings: shadow of a woman, what wouldst Weasel? thou lamb a Court: what dost thou bleat for? a you smooth chind Catamite! What hast thou there fool. why thou wast wont to rail upon her. Give me the boul I drink a health to Altofront out deposed duke. Pew I will not pledge her. Hold I'll take it. As your scrivener to your usurer I have dealt about ta king of this commodity, but shes could-frosty. well I will go rail upon some great man, that I may purchase the bastinado, or else go marry some rich Genoan lady and in stantly go travail. Yes, from my friends, for from mine enemies isle de liver my self. Oh, cutthroat friendship is the Rankest vila nigh: Mark this Mendoza, mark him for a villain; but heaven will send a plague upon him for a rogue. Faith forty's enough a conscience, yet was a Corn to: patience, mischief grows proved, be wise. You are in good case since you came to court fool; what guarded, guarded! When Arthur first in Court began,— Agamemnon: Menelnm —was ever any Duke a Cornuto? Out roage.