FRISCO

Who the pox knocks? If thou dost not enter, how canst thou knock me? Why then thou shalt not enter, but instead of me knock thy heals. And I am Frisco, Squire to a bawdy house. Is't set with precious stones? Why enter then thick, thick, thick. And she threatens to geld me unless I be lusty; what shall poor Frisco do? Not I, hang me if you will, and set up my quarters too. That's my Office indeed, I have been your doore-keep er so long, that all the hinges, the spring-locks and the ring, are worn to pieces; how if any body knock at the door? Music, if thou hast not a hard heart, speak to my Mistress. If he be ounterfeit, nail him up upon one of your posts. Yes when I list I will. Much: Away: Call to our maids, God night, we are all a slopen. Mistress, if you have ever a Pinnace to set out, you may now have it maned and ryg'd; for Signior Curuetto, he that cries, I am and old Courtier, but lie close, lie close, when our Maids swear he lies as wide as any Courtier in Italy. Anon, anon, anon, this old hoary read Dear, serves him self in at your keyhole. Hark, shall he enter the breach? Any thing at your hands sir, I will put up, because you seldom pull out any thing. Wearied Sir? marry muff. And old hoary Courtier? why so has a Jowl of Ling, and a musty Whiting been (time out of mind) me thinks Signior, you should not be so old by your face: She for my life. He for my head. The wooden picture you sent her, hath set her on fire; and she desires you as you pity the case of a poor des perate Gentlewoman, to serve that Monsieur in at Supper to her. I may be her Mercury, for my running of errands; but troth is Sir, I am Cerberus, for I am porter to hell. I'll vex him to the heart Sir, fear not me, Yet here's a trick perchance may set him free. Play you my partly bravely; you must look Like a slave, and you shall see, I'll counterfeit the Frenchman most knauishl ; my Mistress (for your sake) charged me on her blessing to fallen to these shifts; I left her at Cards, shee'll fit up till you come, be cause shee'll have you play a game at Noddy; you'll to her pre sentlie: I think she does not greatly care whither you fallen to her upon your honour, or no: So, all's fit, tell my Lady that I go in a suit of Durance for her sake; that's your way, and this Pit hole's mine; if I can escape hence, why so; if not, he that's hanged. is nearer to heaven by half a score steps then he that die in a bed, and so adue Nonsieur. Would, would, would. He's down, he cries out he's in hell, it's heaven to me to have him cry so. Not all, I have fatting knavery in hand, He cries he's damned in hell; the next shall cry, He's climbing up to heaven, and here's the gin: One woodcocke'staine, I'll have his brother in. Who's there? Signior Curuetto here's the ladder, I watch to do you a good turn, I am Frisco, is not Blurt abroad and his Bill-men? Why when? Master Blurt, Master Constable, here's his ladder, he comes to rob my mistress, I have been scared out of my wits, above seven times by him, and it's forty to one, if ever they come in a gen, I lay felony to his charge. Cunny-catching will bear and Actium; I'll cunny-catch you for this; if I can find our key I will aid you: Master Blurt, if not, look to him, as you will answer it upon your deathbed. Who's that? what Devil stands hohing at my door so late? Lazarilloes ghost? haunt me not I charge thee, I know thee not, I am in a dream of a drie-Summer, therefore appear not to me. Yes, how than? you Flyblown rascal, what art thou? How? you Turpentine pill, my wife your Hostess? a way you Spanish vermin. And you lament here, I'll stone you with Brickbats, I am a sleep. Must you? I'll wash off your tears; away you hogs face. Case up this Gentleman, ther's rapping at door; and one in a small voice, says, ther's Camilla and Hippolito. Are two men transformed into one woman? And that's torment enough, alas poor wench. Here's Signtor Hipolitoes man (that shall be) come to hang you. Who knocks? Then knave knock there still. Help, help, help, thieves, thieves, help, thieves, &c. Much husbands here.