BELLAPERT

Fie Madam, how you walk! By my maidenhead you look 7 years older then you did this morning: why, there can be nothing under the Sun valuable, to make you thus a minute. Such a disease There is in deed, for which ere I would die. — Faith, Madam, one may bear any men children, Tother must bear no men. Physic, that tumbling in your belly, will make you sick ith' stomach: the only distinction betwixt a husband and a servant is: the first will lie with you, when he please; the last shall lie with you when you please. Pray tell me, Lady, do you love, to marry after, or would you marry, to love after? Why then you are out of the fashion, and will be con temn'd: for (I'll assum e you) there are few women i'th world, but either they have married first, and love after, or love first, and married after: you must do as you may, not as you would: your father's will is the Goal you must fly to if a husband approach you, you would have further off, is he your love? the less near you. A husband in these days is but a cloak to be oftener laid upon your bed, then in your bed. Sometime you may wear him on your shoulder, now and then under your arm: but seldom or never let him cover you: for it's not the fashion. O di ine Lord! O Lord: Per see, Lord, quintessence of honour, she walks not under a weed that could deny thee any thing. Good my Lord, but hear me only. I yet could say that you receive advantage, In what you think a lose, would you vouchsafe me That you were never in the way till now With safety to arrive at your desires, That pleasure makes love to you unattended By danger or repentance? The enjoying Of what you most desire, I say the enjoying Shall, in the full possession of your wishes, Confirm that I am faithful. I will Relish, and taste, and make the banquet easy: You say my Lady's married. I confess it, That C aralois hath enjoyed her, it's most true That to with her, he's already Master of The best p rt of my old Lords state. Still better, But that the first, or last, should be your hindrance, I utterly deny; for but observe me: While she went for, and was, I swear, a Virgin, What courtesy could she with her honour give Or you receive with safety—take me with you, When I say courtesy, do not think I mean A kiss, the tying of her shoo or garter, And hour of private conference: those are trifles. In this word courtesy, we that are gamesters point at The sport direct, where not alone the lover Brings his Artillery, but uses it. Which word expounded to you, such a courtesy Do you expect, and sudden. He wronged you shrewdly, He toiled to climb up to the Pheonix nest, And in his prints leaves your ascent more easy. I do not know, you that are perfect Crittiques In women's books, may talk of may denheads. It's a fair protection against all arrests of fear, or shame for ever. Such as are fair, and yet not foolish, study To have one at thirteen; but they are mad That stay till twenty. Then sir, for the pleasure, To say Adum terie's sweeter, that is stale. This oh ely is not the contentment more, To say, This is my Cuckold, then my Rival. More I could say—but briefly, she dotes on you, I it prou oath rwise, spare not, poison me With next gold you give me. Enter Beaumely. In this, I must not with your leave obey you. Y u Taylor and your Tirewoman wait without A stay my counsel, and direction for Your next days dressing. I have much to do, Nor will your Ladyship know, time is precious, Continue idle: this choice Lord will find So fit employment for you. Exit Bellap. I had forgotten to tell your Ladyship Enter again. The clo et is p ivam e and the couch ready; And if you please that I shall lose the key, But say so, and 'tis done. Exit Bellap. Fear not me, pox on him: A Captain turn Informer against kissing? Would he were hanged up in his rusty Armour: But if our fresh wits cannot turn the plots Of such a mouldy murrion on it self; Rich clothes, choice fare, and a true friend at a call, With all the pleasures the night yields, forsake us. Now begin. The games afoor, and we in distance. 'Tis the course That our great Ladies take. Blessing on you. If this new preacher with the sword and feather Could prove his doctrine for Canonical, We should have a fine world. Exit Bellapert. My Lord away The Coach stays: now have your wish, and judge, If I have b ene forgetful. D'ee stand Humming and hawing now? E it. You are a fool; She lies, Madam, women marry husbands, To lie with other men. Well, go thy ways goodly wisdom, whom no body regards. I wonder, whither be elder thou or thy hood you think, because you serve my Ladies mother, are 32 years old which is a peep cut, you know. You are deceived: I want a peg ith' middle. Out of these Prerogatives! you think to be mother of the maids here, & mortify em with proverbs: go, go, govern the sweet meats, and weigh the Sugar, that the wenches steal none: say your prayers twice a day, and as I take it, you have performed your function. Hark, the Court's broke up. Go help my old Lord out of his Caroch, and scratch his head till dinner time As and e trance to The favour of the mistress: you are together And I am perfect in my Queen. Vd'd-light, enjoy your wishes: while I live, One way or other you shall crown your will. Would you have him your husband that you love, And can't not be? he is your servant though, And may perform the office of a husband.