GRACCULO

Indeed, You are no sooner out of sighed, but she Does feel strange qualms, then sends for her young Doctor Who ministers physic to her, on her back, Her Ladyship lying as she were enthranced. (I have peeped in at the key hold and observed them) And sure his Potions never fail to work, For she is so pleasant, in the taking them She tickles again. I feel a woman's longing. And the proud young fool My Master: If this take, I'll hamper him. Come on, Sir. How dost thou Like Thy Ladyship Zanthia? Give me thy hand; Let us Like conquering Roman walk in triumph, Our captives following. Then mount our Tribunals, And make the slaves our footstools. This is state indeed. It's justice; Oh here come more. Enter Cymbrio, Cleon, Poliphron, Olympiam. Cut his throat then, And hang him out for a scarecrow. Agreed, for I have thought of A most triumphant one, which shall express, we are Lords, and these our slaves. No, here's Jane of Apes shall serve; Carry your body swimming: where's the Music? Begin then sprightly. A good motion, We'll have nothing private. Nor superior, Nay, if you are Lyon-drunke, I will make one, For lightly ever he that parts the fray, Goes away with the blows. How could we be Lords else? Every man Seek a convenient Tree, and hang himself. You led us on. And we expect it. Some such things We were in men remembrance; the slaves are turned Lords of the Town, or so; nay, be not angry: Perhaps on good terms, giving security, You will be quiet men, we may allow you Some lodgings in our Garrets, or outhouses; Your great looks cannot carry it. Rifled your Chests, Been busy with your Wardrobes. A Caudle, for the Gentleman, Hee'll die a the pip else. That, as please the Fates, But we vouchsafe; speak Captain. And not leave One house unfired. Oh my heart! Fly, they follow; Oh, we shall be tormented: Give me leave, I'll speak for all. Nothing. You may see We are prepared for hanging, and confess We have deserved it. Our most humble suit is We may not twice be executed. Oh, I would dance Capers. As I were all air, and fire. As his Spaniel, Though he kicked me for exercise, and the Like I promise for all the rest. This is gross, Not find she flouts him. This is no cunning quean! slight, she will make him To think, that Like a Stag he has cast his homes, And is grown young again. 'Twas in his sleep, For waking I durst trust my Mother with him. Well. A Cart-rope Shall not bind me at home. Hold, good young Master, For pities sake. Do not roar, Sir, As you are a valiant beast: but do you know Why you use me thus? We look for no waiters; this is Wine. But if they find, we taste it, We are all damned to the quarry, during life, Without hope of redemption. And I, To loath base water: I would be hanged in peace now, For one month of such Holy-days. Nor Whores, whose marks are out of their mouths, they have none, They hardly can get salt enough to keep they From stinking above ground. They are Devils to us, I am sure. In abundance. Your Lord, that feels no ach in his chine at twenty, Forfeits his privilege, how should their Chirurgeon built else, Or ride on their Foot-clothes? Would I had Lands, Or money to buy a place; and if I did not Sleep on the Bench, with the drowsiest of'em, play with my Chain, Look on my Watch, when my guts chimed twelve, and wear A state Beard, with my Barbers help, rank with they, In their most choice peculiar gifts; degrade me And put me to drink Water again, which (now I have tasted Wine) were poison. Hum: the fools are modest, I know their insides: Here's and ill-faced fellow, (But that will not be seen in a dark Shop,) If he did not in a month, learn to outswear, In the selling of his Wares, the cunningest Tradesman In Syracyse, I have no skill; Here's another, Observe but what a cosening look he has, (Hold up thy head, man) if for drawing Gallants Into mortgages for Commodities, cheating Heirs With your new counterfeit Gold thread, and gummed Velvets, He does not transcend all that went before him, Call in his patent; pass the rest, they'll all make Sufficient Becos, and with their brow-antlets Bear up the Cap of maintenance. Do any thing, To burn a Church or two, and dance by the light on't Were but a May-game. Well said Venus, I am sure she Vulcan's him. So I do, Sir, Your looks are Agues to me. Plague on his mirth, I am sure I mourn for't. I thank him for't. I say, Sir, I'll teach him to hold his heals, If you will rule your fingers. I am bruised to jelly; better be a dog, Then slave to a Fool or Coward. Here's a second show Of the Family of pride. This is the first good turn, She ever did me. Exit Gracculo. Do you grumble? you were ever A brainless Ass, but if this hold, I'll teach you To come aloft, and do tricks Like and Ape Your morning's lesson: if you miss — What for the Carthaginians? a good beast. What for our self your Lord? exceeding well. Dances. There's your reward. Not kiss your paw? So, so, so. I'll have and Apple for Jack, and may be some scraps May fallen to your share Exeunt Gracculo, Zanthia, Cymbrio, Poliphron, Olympiam.