CARAZIE

Heavy? I was made lighter By two stone weight at least to be fit to erve you. But to your question Madame, women in England For the most partly live Like Queens. Your Country Ladies Have liberty to hawk, to hunt, to feast: To give free entertainment to all comers, To talk, to kiss, there's no such thing known there As and Italian girdle. Your City Dam Without leave wears the breeches, has her husband At as much command as her Prentice, and if needs be Can make him Cuckold by her Father's Copy. She, I assure you Madame, Knows nothing but her will, must be allowed Her Footmen, her Caroch, her Ushers, her Pages, Her Doctor, Chaplines, and as I have herd They are grown of late so learned that they maintain A strange Position, which their Lords with all Their wit cannot confute. Marry that it is not only fit but lawful, Your Madame there, her much rest, and high feeding Duly considered, should to ease her husband Be allowed a private frien . They have drawn a Bill To this good purpose, and the next assembly Doubt not to pass it. In the name of wonder! Manto, what hath my Lady Done with her self since yesterday. She's now pettish, froward, Music, discourse, observance tedious to her. Here she comes. Full of sad thoughts: we must stand further off. What a frown was that! I pity her. I dare not call My life mine own since it is yours, but gladly Will partly with it: when ere you shall command me, And think I fallen a Martyr's, so my death May give life to your pleasures. Say but you doubt me, And to secure you I'll cut out my tongue I am libde in the breech already. Course? it's but procuring A smock employment, which has made more Knights, In a Country I could name, then twenty years Of service in the field. I know my burden I'll bear it with delight, Though he hath passed the Agam, and chief Porter This cannot be the man. Perfume the Rooms there, and make way. Let Music with choice notes entertain the man, The Princess now purposes to honour. I obey you. He is daunted. Would I were furnishde With his artillery, and if I stood Gaping as he does, hang me. Prithee let's have some sport, With this fresh Codshead. How he surveys himself. Oh sir! many, and howsoever you are a Citizen born, Yet if your mother were a handsome woman, And ever longed to see a Mask at Court, It is and even lay but that you had A Courtier to your Father; and I think so; You bear your self so sprightly. Not without it That I dare warrant you. There's your Beglerbeg. Or your Sanzacke. Your Chiaus. Chief Gardener. Sir and Euenuch. In the day wait on my Lady when she eats, Carry her pantofle, bear up her train Sing her asleep at night, and when she pleases I am her bedfellow. Yes, and lie with her. It is but parting with A precious stone or two. I know the price on't. The court Surgeon Shall do you that favour. Come sir, wee'll treat of Your business further. Oh women, women What are you? a great Lady dote upon A Haberdasher of small wares No, if I had I might have served the turn: This 'tis to want munition when a man Should make a breach and Enter. You are now passed all the guards, and undiscovered You may return. Madam, the Basham Humbly desires access. So I did, But he is much importunate. There's a coolling For his hight encounter. He's musing, And will talk to himself, he cannot hold, The poor fool's ravished. No sir, why do you ask? Note this, Manto. The pride, and scorn, with which she entertains us Now we are made hers by the Viceroys gift. Our sweet conditioned princess, fair Donusa, Rest in her death wait on her, never used us With such contempt. I would he had sent me To the Galleys, or the Gallows, when he gave me To this proud little devil. I'll be gelded twice first; Hang him that stays behind. Can you guess the reason, Why the Agam of the Janizaries, and he That guards the entrance of the inmost port Were called before her. They are private to their wishes,