LAVERDURE

Quadratus, mor dieu, ma vie : I lay not at my lodging to night, I'll not see him now on my soul, he's in his old Perpetu anam suit, I am not within. And in good clothes. Vdes so: my gold wrought Waistcoat and Nightcap open my Trunk, lay my richest suit on the top, my Velvet slip pers, cloth of gold gamashes, where are my cloth of silver hose, lay them. — No sir, I do not bid you lay them at pawn Sir. Mor du garzone : set my richest Gloves, Garters, Hats, joust in the way of their eyes, so let them in, observe me withal duteous respect, let them in. Nay gentle Sinior: Horn on my Tailor, could he not bring home, My Satin Taffeta, or Tissue suit: But I must needs be clothed in Woollen thus. Bydett, what says he for my Silver hose? And Primrose Satin Doublet, Gods my life, Gives he no more observance to my body. La la lie ro Sir. Tut Via let all run glib and square. Pewte bougra la, la, la, titt shaugh Shall I forbear to caper, sing, or vault To wear fresh clothes or wear perfumed sweets To trick my face, or glory in my fate, to abandon natural propensitudes My fancies humour, for a stiff jointed, Tattr'd nasty taber faced, puh, la, la, lie ro Faith 'tis good. Come Sinior my legs are girded. After a spetiall humour a new cut. Hast not run thy self out of breath bulley. Come all mirth and folace, capers, healths and whiffs To morrow are my nuptials celebrate: All friends all friends. Petite lacque page, page, Bydet sing Give it the French jerk, quick spart, lightly, would, Would hers a turn unto my Lucea. Come now via alone to Celia. This is thy humour to berhyme us still, Never so slightly pleased but out they fly. Faith so, so, telamant, quelamant, as't please Opinion to currant it. I must give notice to and odd pedant as we pass of my nuptials, I use him for he is abscure and shall marry us in private, I have many enemies but secrecy is the best evasion from envy. I firm absolute, Weel sue his pardon out. You must along with us, lend private ear. Exceeding amiable; come away, I long to see my love my Celia. Sest, I'll to Celia, and maugre the nose of her friends, wed her: bed her, my first son shall be a Captain, and his name shall be what it please his Godfathers, the second if he have a face bade enough, a Lawyer, the third a Merchant, and the fourth if he be maimed, dull brained, or hard shaped, a scholar, for thats your fashion. Why I can rise high, a straight leg, a plump thigh, a full vain, a round cheek, and when it pleases the firtility of my chin to be delivered of a beard, it'll not wrong my kiss sing, for my lips are rebels, and stand out. Room and good licence, come on, when, when. 'Tis most gracious weel observe thee calmly. Hark you perfumer, tell Giacomo Randulfo, and Adrean, it'll not do, look you say no more, but it'll not do. Stir to the door: dare to disturb the match, And by the— No not Albano but Francisco, thus, Perfumer, I'll make you stink if you stir a; for the rest: well via via. Exeum ̄ to Cest. Remanet Albano, Slip. Simp. and Holif. God morrow sister. Now take my counsel, listen. Not I by blessedness not I. A good rogue would, I know him not. Nay if you dread nothing happy be my lot Come Via sest, come fair cheeks, come lets dance, The sweets of love is amorous dalliance. Play. A Play to night? He shall keep all maugre thy beardless chin thy eyes. Worthy sir pardon, and permit me first to confess your self, your deputation dead hath made my love live, to offend you. Troth sir in serious. Since not the Mistress, come on Faith the maid: Why then wind Cornets led on jolly lad. Ho Bydett Lackey. See who knocks, look you boy, peruse their habits, re turn perfect notice, la la lie ro. Exit Bid. & returns presently. Good day sweet love. But much much falls betwixt the cup and lip. Both, both, sweet Lady, my Page herd all, we met the rogue, so Like Albano, I Beatrice the rogue. Wertenberg not a pleasing jest for me to cloth Another rascal Like Albano, say And rumor him returned without all deceit, Would not beget errors most ridiculous. Who is't? who is't? Nay then sweet sir give reason, come on, when. Yes I fear I do too well, would I could slide away invisible. Shadow would I cannot tell Time trieth all things well. well, well. Enough.