MASTER GALLIPOT

Come wenches come, we're going all to Hogs den. I to Hogsden pigs nigh. Faith thats well—hum—pist—pist. Come Mistress Openworke you are so long. What Pru, Nay sweet Prudence. Nay honey Pru: how does your rising up before all the table show? and flinging from my friends so uncivilly, fiye Pru, fie, come. Up and ride, nay my pretty Pru, thats far from my thought, duck: why mouse, thy mind is nibbling at something, whats is't, what lies upon thy Stomach? Thou art a sweet drug, sweetest Pru, and the more thou art pounded, the more precious. Woman's secrets. It is my love deer wife. No Pru? why I hope I have handled.— Would, would, 'tis such a wasp; it does me good now to have her sing me, little rogue. Upon my life she breeds, heaven knows how I have strained my self to please her, night and day: I wonder why we Citizens should get children so fretful and unto ward in the breeding, their father's being for the most partly as gentle as milch kine: shall I leave thee my Pru. Thou shalt not be vexed no more, pretty kind rogue, take no cold sweet Pru. Nay, nay, wife, the women are all up, would, how, reading a letters? I smel a goose, a couple of capons, and a gam mon of bacon from her mother out of the country, I hold my life,—steal,—steal. What letter's that? I'll see't. What ails my Pru? what paper's that thou tearest? Dear woman. As thou desirest to keep me out of bedlam, tell what troubles thee, is not thy child at nurse fallen sick, or dead? Heavens bless me, are my barns and houses Yonder at Hockly hold consumed with fire, I can built more, sweet Pru. My factor broke, or is the Jonas sunk. I'm at my wits end. Defend me wisdom, From falling into frenzy, on my knees. (thy bosom. Sweet Pru, speak, whats that Laxton who so heavy lies on I shall run mad for company then: speak to me, I'm Gallipot thy husband,— Pru, —why Pru. Art sick in conscience for some villainous deed Thou Wertenberg about to act, didst mean to rob me, Tush I forgive thee, hast thou on my bed Thrust my soft pillow under another's head? I'll wink at all faults Pru, las thats no more, Then what some neighbours near thee, have done before, Sweet honey Pru, whats that Laxton? Out with him. I never herd this thunder. My heart will break,—shamed and undone for ever. If thou shouldst wrestle with him at the law, Th'art sure to fallen, no odd slight, no prevention. I'll tell him th'art with child. Before I lose thee my deer Pru; I'll driven it to that push. I'll buy thee of him, stop his mouth with Gold, Thinkest thou 'twill do. Forty Pru, say thou the word 'tis done, we venture lives for wealth, but must do more to keep our wives, thirty or forty Pru. Yes indeed la sir, very ill, very ill, never worse, Welcome brother, most kindly welcome sir. It shall be so, because a crafty knave Shall not out reach me, nor walk by my door With my wife arm in arm, as 'twere his whore, I'll give him a golden coxcomb, thirty pound: Tush Pru what's thirty pound? sweet duck look cheerly. Let me deal with him. Be you blessed too sir if you come in peace. Be wise sir, let not you and I be tossed On Lawyers pens; they have sharp nibs and draw Men's very heart blood from them; what needs you sir To beat the drum of my wives infamy, And call your friends together sir to prove Your precontact, when sh'has confessed it? Sh'has in-faith to me sir, upon your letter sending. Good sir. Alas sir, You make her flesh to tremble, frighr her not, She shall do reason, and what's fit. But one word good sir. I married her, have line with her, and goy Two children on her body, think but on that; Have you so beggarly and appetite When I upon a dainty dish have fed To dine upon my scraps, my leavings? would sir? Do I come near you vow sir? Would not you scorn to wear my clothes sir? Then pray sir wear not her, for she's a garment So fitting for my body, I'm loath Another should put it on, you will undo both. Your letter (as she said) complained you had spent In quest of her, some thirty pound, I'll pay it; Shall that sir stop this gap up betwixt you two? Yes deer wife: pray sir come in, ere Master Thou shalt in wine drink to him, So sir. You pocky-nosed rascal, what slave fees you to this? Trust me I thought sir this storm long ago had be full laid, when (if you be remembered) I paid you the last fifteen pound, beside the thirty you had first,—for then you swore. Sweet Pru be calm, the Gentleman offers thus, If I will make the moneys that are passed A 100 pound, he will discharge all courts, And give his bound never to vex us more. I pray who plays a knack to know and honest man in this company? A very clean shift: but able to make me lousy, On. My bed? would, would, Like enough, a shopboard will serve to have a cuckolds coat cut out upon: of that we'll talk hereafter: you're a villain I am muzzled for biting sir, use me how you will. Yet Pru it's well: play out your game at Irish sir: Who wins? If this no gullery be sir, Then sir I am beholden (not to you wife) But Master Laxton to your want of doing ill, Which it seems you have not Gentlemen, Tarry and dine here all. We'll crown our table with it: wife brag no more, Of holding out: who most brags is most whore. Push, let your boy led his water Spaniel along, and weel show you the bravest sport at perilous pond, he trug, he trug, he trug, heres the best duck in England, except my wife, he, he, he, fetch, fetch, fetch, come lets away Of all the year this is the sportfulst day. What means this? Or give out one of my men was taken a bed with thee. He shall have thirty pound, let that stop all: Loves sweets taste best, when we have drunk down Gall. Gods so, our friends; come, come, smooth your cheek; After a storm the face of heaven looks sleek. With me sir? Where sir? what says he? And hundred pound? A'the top of you wife: on.