CURVETTO

Why 'tis I knave. Wut open door? Here's money. Here's gold. Knave open. What Frisco? Three pence, and here's a teston, yet take all, Coming to Jump, we must be prodigal: Hem, I am and old Courtier, and I can lie close; Put up Frisco, put up, put, up, put up. Would, fast? my Roba fast? and but young night: She's wearied, wearied, ah would, hit I right? No words, here mouse, no words, no words sweet rose, I am and hoary Courtier, & lie close, lie close, hem: I have a good heart knave; and a good heart Is a good face-maker, I am young, quick, brisk, I was a Reveller in a long stock; (There's not a gallant now fills such a stock) Plump hose, pained, stuffed with hair (hair then was held The lightest stuffing) a fair Codpiece: hoh, And Eele-skin sleeve, lashed here and there with lace, High collar, lashed again: breech lashed also: A little simpering ruff, a dapper Cloak, With Spanish buttoned Cape: my Rapier here, Gloves Like a Burgomaster here; hat here, (Stuck with some ten-groate brooch:) and over all, A goodly, long thick, Abram- coloured beard; Ho God, Ho God, thus did I Revel it. When Mousieur Mote lay here Ambassador. But now those beards are gone, our Chins are bore; Our Corters now do all against the hair. I can lie close and see this, but not see, I am hoary, but not hoary as some be. Hem, no more, Swear not so deep at this years, men have eyes, And though the most are fools, some fools are wise. A Codshead and a Diamond, would, would, would, 'Tis common, common, you may dream as well Of Diamonds and of Codshead, where's not one, As swear by your Virginity where's none. I am that Codshead, she has spied my stone, My Diamond: noble wench, but nobler no see; I am and old Courtier, and lie close, lie close. I am conjured, and will keep my circle. I will first salute the men, close with the women, and last fit. And have but one. Right, you swore, But oaths are now Like Blurt our Constable, Standing for nothing, a mere plot, a trick, The Mask dogged me, I hit it in the neck; A fetch to get my Diamond, my deer stone, I am a hoary Courtier, but lie close, close, close; I'll play Sir. But in my to'ther hose. I must not stay thou sayest: Buss, buss, again; here's sixpence; buss again, Farewell, I must not stay then. Farewell; At ten a clock thou sayest, and ring a Bell Which thou wilt hang out at this window. No, close on my word: Farewell joust ten a clock, I shall come in, Remember to let down the Cord; joust ten Thou'lt open mouse? pray God thou dost, Amen, Amen, Amen, I am and old Courtier wench but I can spy A young Duck: close mum; ten; close, 'tis not I. Just ten? 'tis ten joust, that's the fixed hour, For payment of my loves endue fees; that broke: I forfeit a huge sum of joys: ho love, I'll keep time joust to a minute, I, A sweet guides lose, is a deep penalty. A night's so rich a venture to taste wrack, Would make a Lover bankrupt, break his back: Noh, if to fit up late, early to rise, Or, if this Goldfinch, that with sweet notes flies, And wakes the dull eye even of a puritaine; Can work, then wenches Curuetto is the man; I am not young, yet have I youthful tricks, Which peering day must not see; noh, close, close: Old Courtier, peralous fellow; I can lie Hug in your bosom, close; yet none shall spy. Stay, here's the door, the window; hah, this, this, Cord? umh? deer Cord, thy blessed knot I kiss: None peeps I hope, night clap thy velvet hand Npon all eyes, if now my friend thou stand: I'll hang a Jewel at thine ear sweet night, And here it is, Lanthorn and candlelight. A peal, a lusty peal, set, ring loves knell, I'll sweat, but thus I'll bear away the bell. Umh! drowned? Noahs flood? ducked over head & ears? Oh sconce! & o sconce! and old soaker, o I sweat now till I drop, what villains; o? Punks, punkateeroes, nags, hags, I will ban, I have catched my bane. A Waterman. You're all damned whores. Signior coxcomb, no; You lie, I am cool, I am and old Courtier, but stinking fool, foh! Hang thy self in't, and I'll pull once again. Fire on your Waterworks, catch a drowned Rat: That's me, I have it god-amercie head, Rat? me; I smell a rat, I strike it dead. Simp, nay sweet Simp, open again, why Simperina? I cry thee mercy, if the bowl were set, To drown a Rat; I shrink not am not wet. Oh Simp! Thanks, mum deer girl; I am gone, it for a Rat, A Rat upon my life; thou shalt have gifts, I love thee though thou puts me to my shifts: I know I could be overreached by none, A Paulons head, lie close, lie close, I am gone. Brisk as a capering Taylor; I was washed, But did they shave me? noh, I am too wise; Lie close i'th bosom of their knaveries, I am and old hoary Courtier, and strike dead: I hit my marks: beware, beware, a perilous head. Cast, I must find a ladder made of ropes, Ladder and rope, what follow? hanging; But where? ah would, there does the riddle lie. I have escaped drowning; but, but, but, I hope, I shall not escape the ladder and the rope. Whew: Whew, Symp, Symperina? Who's there? No matter if they be, I hear none nigh: I will snug close; out goes my candles eye, My sconce takes this in snuff, all's one I care not. I come, close, close, hold rope and spare not. Frisco, light, light, my foot is slipped, call help: Felony? you cunny-catching slave. A Venetian Gentleman. Why, what are you sir? Constable, and commit me? marry Blurt Master Con stable. I but Master Constable— How? die? or marry her? then call me Daw, Marry her? she's more common then the law, For boys to call me Ox? noh, I am not drunk, I'll play with her, but (hang her) wed no punk. I shall be a hoary Courtier then indeed, And have a perilous head, then I were best. Lie close, lie close, to hide my forked crest. Noh; fie, fie, fie, hang me before the door, Where I was drowned ere I marry with a whore. I am wringing wet, I am washed; foh, here's Rosewater sold This sconce shall batter down those windows. Bounce: