LETHE

Gentlemen your pardon, I remember you not. O cry you mercy, it's so long ago, I had quite forgotten you, I must be forgiven, Acquaintance, deer society, suits and things, Do so flow to me; that had I not the better memory! Twould be a wonder I should know my self, Esteem is made of such a dizzy mettle; I have received of many gifts over night Whom I have forgotten ere morning, meeting the men, I wished em to remember me again, They do so: then if I forget again, I know what helped before, that will help then, This is my course, for memory I have been told Twenty preserves, the best I find is gold; Ey truly! are you not knights yet, Gentlemen. No, that must be looked into, 'tis your own salt, I have some store of Venison, where shall we devour it, Gentlemen? For Venison, fit, The horn having chased it, At the horn—weel Rhyme to that.— Thats the true rhyme indeed, we hunt our Venison twice I tell you, first out a'th park, next out a'th Belly. Right. I pray do so. Easily remembered that you know! Then I must proudly venture it; to me good woe man. Prethe be brief then. I know a gallant Gentleman of the name, one mass ter Andro Gruill and well receiude amongst Ladies. Good woman if he be a Gruill, he's a Gentleman i'th morning's: thats a Gentleman a'th first, you canot tell me Oh my teeth. Kitchen, puh, fah. O let me not endure her! Know you not me good woman? Good, she knows me not, my glory do's disquire me, Beside my poorer name being drenched in Lethe, Sheele hardly understand me, what a fresh air can do! I may employ her as a private drudge, To pass my letters and secure my lust, And never be noted mine, to shame my blood, And drop my staining birth upon my raiment, faith good woman you will hardly get to the speech of master Andro, I tell you. You must take heed how you speak ill of him now I cantell you; he's so employde. For his behaviour, wisdom, and other virtues. He's the better regarded for that amongst Courti ers, for thats but a needy quality! In pity of thy long journey, there's sixpence British: tend upon me, I have business for you. Two pole off at least. It goes not by cleanness here good woman, if you were fouler, so you were braver, you might come nearer. You see I'm patient gentlemen Well good woman, or mother, or what you will. Ah sir, I came not hither but to win. He's base that visits not his friends: It is a thing in use and ever was, I pass this time. Tut, the Dice are ours, Then wonder not at those that have most powers Are these they? Welcome deer Angels, where you're cursed never stay. Dick, Hell-gill: the hapie News. Peace, what is she? Of what parentage? Is she wife or maid? Idem rather shee'd been a wife. O Adultery is a great deal sweeter in my mind. That will move well. Wee're for you. Present her with this Jewel my first token. Come gallants, isle bring you to a Beauty shall stricke your eyes into your hearts, what you see you shall desire, yet never enjoy. No more of my credit, and a Gentlewoman of a great house, Noble parentage, unmatchable Education, my plain Pung. I may, grace her with the name of a Courtesan, a Back slider, a Prostitution, or such a Toy, but when all comes oh all 'tis but a plain Pung, look you Gentlemen, that's she, be hold her. La you now—you shall not say isle be proud to you Gentlemen, I give you leave to salute her I me afraid of nothing now, but that sheele utterly disgrace e'm, turn tail to e'm, and place their kisses behind her, no by my faith, she deceives me, by my troth sha's kissed am both with her lips: I thank you for that music masters, sli'd they both court her at once, and see if she would not the wit to stand still and let e'm: I think if two men were brewde into one, there is that woe man would drink e'm up both. Nay, he are you me Gentlemen. This is good i'faith, endure this and be a slave before ver, since you neither savour of good breeding nor bringing up, I'll slice your hamstrings but isle make you show man nerly—pox on you, leave courting, I would not the heart to hurt and Englishman i'faith, or else— Prithee lets be merry, nothing else—here, fetch some wine. Master Blastfield and Master Easy, you're kind Gentlemen both. I nuyfed e'm hither to look upon her, brought e'm along with me, gave e'm leave to salute her in kindness, what do they but most saucily fallen in love with her, very impudently court her for themselves, and Like two crafty Attorneys, finding a hold in my lease, go about to defeat me of my right. The most vnciuilst partly that you have seen, I know theile be sorry for't when they have done, for ther's no man but gives a sighs after his sin of women, I know it by my self. Now some good news yet to recover my Repute, and grace me in this company; Gentlemen, are we friends among our selves? Then here comes Reuish to confirm our Amity— Wag tail, salute hem all they are friends. The Father does elect me for the man, The Daughter says the same. You may believe it sir, now what says her answer? How? Drudge, peace, or— Horror, horror, i'm smothered, let me go, torment me not. What's your name sir?—Oh cry you mercy master Easy. Blastfield's and Ass, I have sought him these two days to beat him. I, and three more.— No in truth. Oh vild slave! O intolerable! I beseech your good Lordship if I must have and outward pu nishment, let me not marry and inward, whose lasts will never out, but grow worse and worse: I have a wife stays for me this morning with seven hundred pound in her purse, let me be speedily whipped and be gone, I beseech your Lord ship. I was betrayed, yes faith. Oh good my Lord. Who should that be? Or who would doote, that has been so abused? A troublesome penance—sir. Master Easy. Master Quomodo. Mass I forget my mother all this while, I'll make her doo't at first, pray mother your blessing for once. Call me slave as much as you will, but do not shame me now, let the world know you are my Mother. You would not believe me Mother. Fie, fie. Your's, which is he? Prethe let e'm alone, theile be ashamed oh to anon I troe, if they have any grace in they. Rerage and Salewood: le tell you the vnmannerlyest trick of e'm, that ever you herd in your life. A worse and a worse disgrace. Let it flow this way deer Master Blastfield, Gentle men to you all. Gentlemen, isle make you privy to a letter I sent. There's one Quomodo a Drapers Daughter in town whom for her happy portion I wealthily affect. I find it so: she for a stranger pleads: Whose name I would not learned. Now as my letter told her, since only her consent kept aloof of, what might I think on't, but that she mere lie dooted upon me herself. Gentlemen, i'm all in a sweat. Out, out, out, Grum. Alas said I, I am a poor drudge of his. Heart of shame, upon ̄ my wedding morning so disgracd Have you so little conscience Officers, You will not take a bribe? Marry a Hailot, why not? 'tis and honest men fortune, I pray did not one of my Cou ̄ triemen marry my Sister? why well then, if none should be married but those that are honest where should a man seek a wife after Christmas? I pity that Gentleman, that has nine Daughters to bestow, and seven of e'm Seeded already, they will be good stuff by that time, I do beseech your Lordship to remove the punishment, I am content to marry her. The same. One good thing in him, heel tell e'm ont roundly. Yes all but for the mother, she's my sickness.