MELEZZA

Out on him light pated Fantastic, he's Like one of our gallants at. — Why he is not a plain fool, nor fair, nor fat, nor rich, rich fool. But he is a knight, his honour will give the pass sado in the presence to morrow night, I hope he will deserve: All I can say is as, as the common fiddlers will say in their God send you well to do. Giacomo why on my bore troth. Because my troth is Like his chin tath no hair on't; gods me his face looks Like the head of a taber, but trust me he hath a good wit. Him self. I done with him? out of him puppy, by this feather his beard is derectly brick colour, and perfectly fashioned Like the husk of a cheessnut, he kisses with the driest lip; figh on him. Fie, fie, speak no more of him, he lives by begging? He is a fine Courtier flatters admirable, kisses Fair Madam, smells surpassing sweet, wears And holds up the arras, supports the tapestry, When I pass into the presence very gracefully and I assure you. Sister is not your weighting wench rich? Because she can flatter: prithee call her not, She has 24. hours to Madam yet; come you You prate i'faith I'll toss you from post to pillar. No, no, you are the only post, you must support prove a wench and bear, or elce all the building of your de light will fallen — I by my faith till you be married. Why I am wed wench. To the true husband right head of a woman, my will, which vows never to marry till I mean to be a fool, a slave, starch cambrick ruffs, and make candells (pur) 'tis down serve again good wench. Nay good creature pree thee do not flatter me, I thought it for something you go casd in your veluit skab beard, I warrant these laces were never stich on with true stich, I have a plain weighting wench she speaks plain, and faith, she goes plain, she is virtuous and because she should go Like virtue by the consent of my bounty she shall never have a above two smocks to her back, for thats the fortune of desert, & the main in fashion or reward of merit (pur)joust thus do I use my servants, I strive to catch them in my racket, and no sooner caught but I toss them away, if he fly well and have good feae the I play with them till he be down, and then my maid serves him to me again, if a slug and weak winged if he be down there let him lie. Troth so do I, let me see Dupatzo. Dupatzo the elder brother the fool, he that bought the half penny rib and wearing it in his ear swearing it the duchess of Milans favour, he into whose head a man may travel 10. leagues before he can meet with his eyes, then ther's my chub my Epicure Quadratus, that rubs his guts, claps his paunch & cries Rivo, entertaining my ears perpe tually with a most strong discourse of the praise of bottle ale & read Herrings, then ther's Simplicius Faber. True or else he would never be my servant, then ther's the cap cloaked Courtier Baltazar he wears a double Triple quadruple ruff, I in the summer time, faith I would servants enough and I doubt not but by my ordinary pride and extraordinary cunning to get more. Mounsier Lauerdure with a troop of Gall lants is entering. Prithee persuade him to assume spirit and salute us. God make you all his servants. A pretty youth, a pretty well shaped youth, a good leg, a very good eye, a sweet ingenious face, and I warrant a good wit, nay which is more, if he be poor I assure my soul he is chaste and honest, good faith I fancy, I fancy him, I and I may chance, well I'll think the rest. How would it please you I should respect ye. As nothing, how will you value my love. What sweet— Your wit skips a morisco, but by the brightest span gle of my tire, I vouchsafe you entire unaffected favour, were this gentle spirit be not proud. Believe it youth slow speech, swift love does often shroud. Nay if you fallen to passion and passed scence, My breasts no harbour for your love, go pack, hence. Come you have attired some fiddler Like Albano to fright the perfumer, ther's the jest. And a speedy marriage. And then come morning. In troth Sir you dwell far from neighbours that are enforced to commend your self. 'Tis confessed 'tis right. First sir accept my hands. She leaps too rash, that falls in sudden bans. No sea so boundless vast but hath a shore. Why of my self, for by my troth I know none else will. Troth well for a servant, but for a husband (figh) I. One that knows, one that can tell? By my troth 'tis a pretty thing to be towards marriage, a pretty loving: look where he comes would would. Wish her good night man. A curtsy to you caper, to morrow morn I'll call you brother. Be not to confident the knot may slip. Thanks good chub. Square chub, what sullene black is that. Come 'tis true, do but support the jest and you shall sur fetched, with laughter. I there thou hitst it.