HAREBRAIN

She may make nightwork ont, it well recovered, He Cats and Courtesans strowle most i'th night, Her friend may be receiude and conuayde forth, nightly, He be at charge for watch and ward, for watch & ward i'faith, and here they come. Welcome my friends, I must deserve your dili gence in and employment serious: the troth is, there is a cun ning plot laid, but happily discovered, to rob my house: the night uncertain when, but fixed within the circle of this month: nor do's this villainy consist in numbers: Or many partners, only some one Shall in the form of my familiar friend, Be receiude privately into my house, By some perfidious servant of mine own, Addressed fit for the practice. If you be faithful watchmen, show your goodness, And with these Angels shore up your eyelids: Let me not be purloined, purloined indeed; the merry Greeks conceive me: there is a Jem I would not lose, Kept by the Italian under lock and key: we English men are careless creatures: well, I have said enough. Why well said, watch me a good turn now, so, so, so, Rise villainy with the Lark, why 'tis prevented, Or steal't by with the leather winged Bat: The evening cannot save it, peace; O Lady Gulman, my wives only company! welcome; and how do's the virtuous Matron, that good old Gentlewoman thy mother? I per suade my self, if modesty be in the world she has partly on't: a woman of and excellent carriage all her life time, in Court, Ci tie, and Country. And welcome sweet Virgin, the only company on, my soul wishes for her; I left her within at her Lute, pre thee give her good counsel. Yet, yet, yet, a little of thy instructions will not come amiss to her. Do, labour her prithee; I have conveyed away all her wanton Pamphlets, as Hero and Leander, Venus and Adonis, o two luscious mary-bone pies for a young mar ried wife, here, here, prithee take the resolution, and read to her a little. True, true, and this will confirm it the more, ther's a chapter of Hell, 'tis good to read this cold weather, terrify her, terrify her; go, read to her the horrible pun ishments for itching wantonness, the pains allotted for adul tery; tell her her thoughts, her very dreams are answerable, say so; rip up the life of a Curtiza, & show how loath some 'tis. This is the course I take, I'll teach the married man A new selected strain, I admit none But this pure virgin to her company, Puh, that's enough; I'll keep her to her stint, I'll put her to her pension, She gets but her allowance, thats bare-one, Few women but have that beside their own, Would, would, would, nay I'll put her hard toot. How earnestly she labours her, Like a good hol some sister of the family, she will prevail I hope. She's round with her i'faith. She puts it home i'faith, even to the quick From her Elaborate Actium I reach that, I must requite this maid, faith Im'e forgetful. What done so soon? away, too't again, too't a gain, good wench too't again, leave her not so, where left you. come. No; let me come, Fie wife, you must consent; what opinion i'st, let's hear? O fie, fie, wife! Pea, pea, pea, pea, how have you lost your time? for shame be converted: theres a diabalocall opinion indeed; then you may think that usury were damned: you're a fine merchant i'faith; or bribery? you know the law well; or sloth? would some of the Clergy herd you i'faith; or pride? you come at Court; or gluttony? you're not wor thie to dine at and Alderman's table: Your only deadly since Adultery, That villainous ringworm, woman's worst requital, 'Tis only lechery thats damned to'th pithole; Ah, that's and arch-offence, believe it squall, All sins are venial but venerial. And she will be ruled by you. I'll pawn my credit ont; come hither Lady, I will not altogether rest ingrateful, Here, wear this Ruby for thy pains and counsel. Goo too I say. Thou hast don't already: farewell sweet Virgin, prithee let's see thee oftener. Wife, as thou lovest the quiet of my breast, Embrace her counsel, yield to her advices; Thou wilt find comfort in e'm in the end; Thou'lt feel and alteration, prithee think on't: Mine eyes can scarce refrain. I've pawnde my credit on't, ah didst thou know, The sweet fruit once, thoud'st never let it go. And still do so. You're kindly welcome to my house; good Master Inesse, and Master Possibility. Rafe? Call down your mistress to welcome these two Gentlemen my friends. I will observe her carriage, and watch The slippery reuolotions of her eye, I'll lie in wait for every glance she gives, And poize her words it'h balance of suspect, If she but swag she's gone, either on this hand Over familiar, or this, too neglectful, It do's behoove her carry her self even. True, I hear you sir; wast you said? Right, so I say. O, sickness has no mercy sir, It neither pities Ladies lip, nor eye, It crops the Rose out of the Virgins cheek, And so deslowres her that was never deslorw'd, Fools then are maids to lock from men that treasure, Which death will pluck, and never yield e'm pleasure; Ah gentlemen, though I shadow it, that sweet Virgins sickness gives me not lightly, she was my wives only delight and company; Did you not hear her gentlemen, it'h amid Of her extremest fit, still how she called upon my wife, Remembered still my wife, sweet mistress Harebrain, When she sent for me, a one side of her bed stood the Phisiti and, the Scrivener on the other, two horrible objects, but, mere opposites in the course of their lives, for the Scrivener binds folks, and the Physician makes them lose. No by my faith sir, I say not so, if the Physician could make e'm lose of their bonds, ther's many a one would take Physic, that dares not now for poisoning, but as I was telling of you, her Will was fashioning, Wherein I found her best and richest Jewel, Given as a Legacy unto my wife, When I read that, I could not refrain weeping, well of all other, my wife ha most reason to visit her, if she have any good nature in her, shee'le show it there, now sir where's your mistress? Where do's it shake her most? Shake all her body? t'is a saucy fit, Im'e jealous of that Ague, pray walk in gentlemen, I'll see you instantly. What? No; visit her again, commend me to her, Tell her they're gone, and only I my self Walk here to exchange a word or two with her. Fool that I am, and madman, beast! what worse? Suspicious over a creature that deserves The best opinion, and the purest thought, Watchful over her that is her watch her self, To doubt her ways, that looks too narrowly Into her own defects; I, foolish-fearefull Have often rudely, out of giddy flames Barred her those objects which she shuns her self, Thrice I've had proof of her most constant temper, Come I at unawares by stealth upon her, I find her circled in with Divine Writs Of heavenly meditations; here and there Chapters with leaves tucked up, which when I see They either tax pride or adultery, Ah let me curse my self, that could be jealous Of her whose mind no sin can make rebellious. And here the unmatched comes, now wife i'faith they're gone, Push, see how fearful 'tis, will you not credit me? They're gone i'faith, why, hinke you I'll betray you? come, come, thy delight and mine, thy only virtuous friend, thy sweet instructress is violently taken, grievous sick, and which is worse, she mends not. She calls still upon thee, poor soul, remembers thee still, thy name whirls in her breath, where's mistress Hare brain says she? She made me weep thrice, sh'as put thee in a jewel in her Will. Take my man, go, visit her. O yet the kindness of a thing wife; still she holds the same rare temper; take my man I say. No? thy reason? Mine? prithee wife, I have been there alreadle. Thu'rt such a wife; why I will bring thee thither then, but not go up I swear. Why then content. Why ther's my lip I will. With me or no man, incomparable such a woman. Exeunt. I'll listen, now the flesh draws nigh her end, At such a time women exchange their secrets, And ransack the close corners of their hearts; What many years hath whelmed, this hour imparts. And so I do i'faith, 'tis right my humour. Not so, not so neither, she's better looked to. She's weeping, it's made her weep, my wife shows her good nature already. All this do's her good, beshrew my heart and I pi ty her, let her shed tears till morning; I'll stay for her, she shall have enough on't by my good will; I'll not be her hin derance. Poor soul, how she's tormented. There's some comfort in that yet, she may escape it. I'm sorry for that i'faith, shee'le hardly escape it. I'm glad of that i'faith, that's a good sign, I smell, shee'le escape it now. Fallen back, she's coming. I could do that my self now. Welcome sweet wife, alight upon my lip, never was hour spent better. I that I was i'faith, to my great comfort; I deceived you there wife, would, would; I do entreat thee, nay conjure thee wife Upon my love, or what can more be said? Oftener to visit this sick virtuous maid. Why then I see thou lovest me. Both my wives friend and mine sir. And I thine For ever and ever,—Let me embrace thee sir, whom I will love, even next unto my soul, and thats my wife, Two deer Rare Iems this hour presents me with, A wife thats modest, and a friend thats right, Idle suspect and fear, now take your flight. Thanks above utterance to you, —now? the news? Return both with our willingness and thanks. I will entreat you sir, to be my guest. A friend's so rare, isle sooner partly from life. I good sir Bounteous Sir, heres and especial deer friend of ours, we were bold to make his way to your table. Faith you shall. Have you players here Sir Bounteous ? My Lord Ow-much, he was in Ireland lately. How is the Comedy called, Sir Bounteous ? The Slip? 'Tis so indeed Sir Boun. The Prologues pretty i'faith. How moodily he walks, what plays he tro? I begin to taste it. Nor I i'faith. What sir? Sfoot what did you mean sir? Master Follywit. Great or small, Nay all to come at once. What says the fellow? How now sir Bounteous. He be sworn for the madness on't sir. What is't sir?