MOLL

How now, whats the matter. I cannot stay. Well what is't. Yes faith 'tis very good tobacco, how do you fell and and ounce, farewell. God b'y you Mistress Gallipot, I cannot stay now i'faith, I am going to buy a shag uffe, the shop will be shut in presently. Jack Dappper. I'll tell the by and by, I go but toth' next shop. Nay and a feather hold you in play a whole hour, a goose will last you all the days of your life. Let me see a good shag ruff. I come to buy. (shop You goody Openworke, you that prick out a poor living And sows many a bawdy skin-coat together, Thou private pandresse between shirt and smock, I wish thee for a minute but a man: Thou shouldst never use more shapes, but as th'art I pity my revenge, now my spleens up, I would not mock it willingly—would be thankful. Now I forgive thee. You goodman swinesface. You remember slave, how you abused me tother night in a Tavern. No, but by candlelight you did, you have tricks to save your oaths, reservations have you, and I have reserved somewhat for you,—as you Like that call for more, you know the sign again. You prepared for him, why should you be prepared for him, was he any more then a man. Whither to Tyburn prithee. What to do there. I thought 'twould be a beastly journey, you may leave out one well, three horses will serve, if I play the jade my self. 'Tis hard but we shall meet sir. Why here's my hand I'll meet you sir. It shall be your appointment. In Grays-in fields then. I'll meet you there. Three. O singularly, your fitted now for a bunch, he looks for all the world with those spangled feathers Like a nobleman's bedpost: The purity of your wench would I feign try, she seems Like Kenned unconquered, and I believe as many wiles are in her—o the gallants of these times are shallow let chers, they put not their courtship home enough to a wench, 'tis impossible to know what woman is thoroughly honest, be cause she's never thoroughly tried, I am of that certain belief there are more queans in this town of their own making, then of any men provoking, where lies the slackness then? many a poor soul would down, and ther's nobody will push Women are courted but never soundly tried, (em: As many walk in spurs that never ride. How now, what art thou? My service! what should move you to offer your sir vice to me sir? So sir, put case we should retain you to us, what parts are there in you for a Gentlewoman's service. What strength have you. And never struck down your self. Come I pardon you for this, it shall be no disgrace to you: I have struck up the heals of the high Germans size ere now,—what not stand. Why well said, but say your Mistress should receive injury, have you the spirit of fighting in you, durst you second her. I. Well, meet me in Grays-in fields, between three and four this afternoon, and upon better consideration weel retain you. Fiddle goodman hog-rubber, some of these porters bear so much for others, they have no time to carry wit for themselves. Pardon me sir, I thought not you so near. Sir I am so poor to requite you, you must look for nothing but thanks of me, I have no humour to marry, I love to lie abbot sides ath bed my self; and again ath' other side, a wife you know ought to be obedient, but I fear me I am too headstrong to obey, therefore I'll never go about it, I love you so well sir for your good will I'de be loath you should repent your bargain after, and therefore weel never come together at first, I have the head now of my self, and am man enough for a woman, marriage is but a chopping and changing, where a maiden looses one head, and has a worse ith place. Believe it sir I am not of that disdainful temper, but I could love you faithfully. But sleep upon this once more sir, you may chance shift a mind to morrow, be not too hasty to wrong your self, never while you live sir take a wife running, many have run out at heals that have don't: you see sir I speak against my self, and if every woman would deal with their suitor so honestly, poor younger brother's would not be so often guled with old cozening widows, that turn over all their wealth in trust to some kinsman, and make the poor Gentleman work hard for a pension, fare you well sir. There boy, there boy, what dost thou go a hawking after me with a read clout on thy finger. What fiddlings here, would not the old pattern have served your turn. Why sir I say so still. Well pray look it be put in then. Pray make em easy enough. Why then farewell. Well sir, I'll send it by a Porter persently. O heeres my Gentleman: if they would keep their days as well with their Mercers as their hours with their harlots, no bankrout would give seven score pound for a sergeants place, for would you know a catchpoole rightly deri rived, the corruption of a Citizen, is the generation of a sir jant, how his eye hawks for venery. Come are you ready sir. Do you ask that now sir, why was this meeting pointed. Then I must wake you sir, where stands the coach, So young, and purblind, your and old wanton in your eyes I see that. I'll swear you did not: but you shall know me now. Stay. Yes, here's the point that I untruss, 'thas but one tag, it'll serve though to tie up a rogues tongue. There's the gold with which you hired your hackney, She racks hard, and perhaps your bones will feel it, Ten angels of mine own, I've put to thine, win em, & wear em, Draw or I'll serve and execution on thee Shall lay thee up till dooms day. To teach thy base thoughts manners: th'art one of those That thinks each woman thy found flexable whore, If she but cast a liberal eye upon thee, Turn back her head, she's thine, or amongst company, By chance drink first to thee: then she's quite gone, There's no means to help her: nay for a needs, Wilt swear unto thy credulous fellow lechers. That th'art more in favour with a Lady at first sighed Then her monkey all her life time, How many of our sex, by such as thou Have their good thoughts paid with a blasted name That never deserved loosely or did trip In path of whoredom, beyond cup and lip. But for the stain of conscience and of soul, Better had women fallen into the hands Of and act silent, then a bragging nothing, There's no mercy in't—what durst move you sir, To think me whorish? a name which Idem tear out From the hie Germans throat, if it lay ledger there To dispatch privy slanders against me. In thee I defy all men, there worst hates, And their best flatteries, all their golden witchcrafts, With which they entangle the poor spirits of fools, Distressed needlewomen and trade-fallen wives. Fish that must needs bite, or themselves be bitten, Such hungry things as these may soon be took With a worm fastened on a golden hook. Those are the lechers food, his prey, he watches For quarreling wedlock's, and poor shifting sisters, 'Tis the best fish he takes: but why good fisherman, Am I thought meat for you, that never yet Had angling rod cast towards me? cause you'll say I'm given to sport, I'm often merry, jest, Had mirth no kindred in the world but lust? Oh shame take all her friends then: but how ere Thou and the baser world censure my life, I'll send they word by thee, and write so much Upon thy breast, cause thou shalt bear't in mind, Tell them 'twere base to yield, where I have conquered. I scorn to prostitute my self to a man, I that can prostitue a man to me, And so I greet thee. Would the spirits of all my slanders, were clasped in thine. That I might vex and army at one time, You'll die the better Christian then. Confession is but poor amends for wrong, Unless a rope would follow. I'm your hired whore fir. Both are mine, and now at my disposing. I scorn to strike thee basely. If I could meet my enemies one by one thus, I might make pretty shift with they in time, And make they know, she that has wit, and spirit, May scorn to live beholding to her body for meat, Or for apparel Like your common dame, That makes shame get her clothes, to cover shame. Base is that mind, that kneels unto her body, As if a husband stood in awe on's wife, My spirit shall be Mistress of this house, As long as I have time in't.——o Here comes my man that would be: it's his hour. Faith a good well set fellow, if his spirit Be answerable to his umbles; he walks stiff, But whither he will stand to't stiffly, there's the point; Has a good calf for't, and you shall have many a woman Choose him she means to meek her head, by his calf; I do not know their tricks in't, faith he seems A man without; I'll try what he is within, He begins Like a Gentleman, Was this spoke to me sir. Go you're a coxcomb. You're a slave. You, do you see sir. One of the Temple sir. And yet sometime I lie about chick lane. A good shift, but it shall not serve your turn. Your business, I'll make you wait on me before I would done, and glad to serve me too. O your a tried spirit at a push sir, You a fighter. As how I pray sir. Why but you knew me not. Well, we shall try you further, ith mean time we give you entertainment. How many suits have you. Well if you deserve, I cast of this, next week, And you may creep into't. Come follow me to S. Thomas Apostles, I'll put a livery cloak upon your back, the first thing I do, Ralph. This Holborne is such a wrangling street, Here's such justling, as if every one we met were drunk and reeled. Carryon? no, yet I spy ravens. Stand up. Peeping? it shall go hard huntsmen, but I'll spoil your game, they look for all the world Like two infected malt men coming muffled up in their cloaks in a frosty morning to London. It should be so, for the dogs struggle to be let lose. Whores then are Like Seri ants, so now hang you, draw rogue, but strike not: for a broken pate they'll keep their b ds, and recover twenty marks damages. Rescue? a pox on they, Trap-door let's away, I'm glad I have done perfect one good work to day, If any Gentleman be in Scriveners bans, Send but for Mol, she'll bail him by these hands. I'de scorn to make such shift to bring you together else How strange this shows one man to kiss another. Many and old madam has the better fortune then, Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came, If that will help they, as you think it'll do, They'll learn in time to pluck on the hose too. And what's your business now, you have your mind sir; At your great suit I promised you to come, I pitied her for names sake, that a Moll Should be so crossed in love, when there's so many, That owes nine lays a piece, and not so little: My taylor fitted her, how Like you his work? Any honest pity I'm willing to bestow upon poor Ringdoves. Like a swan above bridge, For look you here's the bridge, and here am I. I'm much beholding to they, well since you'll needs put'vs together sir, I'll play my partly as well as I can; it shall never be said I came into a Gentleman's chamber, and let his instru meant hang by the walls. There it should have be still then for Mol, for though the world judge impudently of me, I never came into that chamber yet, where I took down the instrument my self. Push, I ever fallen a sleep and think not of'em sir, and thus I dream. I dream there is a Mistress, And she lays out the money, She goes unto her Sisters, She never comes at any. But shall I dream again? Here comes a wench will brave you, Her courage was so great, She lay with one o'the Navy, Her husband lying i'the Fleet. Yet oft with him she cauel'd, I wonder what she ails, Her husbands ship lay graveled, When hers could hoist up sails, Yet she began Like all my foes, To call whore first: for so do those; A pox of all false tails. Hang up the vial now sir: all this while I was in a dream, one shall lie rudely then; but being awake, I keep my legs together; a watch, what's a clock here. Who did you hear? Sir you shall pardon me, I have more of the meanest scholar I can teach, This pays me more, then you have offered yet. I am a poor servant to that liberal science sir. Right against Clifford's Inn. And some of worth, whom I may call my masters. Marry do I sir. I have much hope of him. At first sighed sir. I would be sorry any one should mend me in't. He that can take me for a male musician, I cannot choose but make him my instrument, And play upon him. The valour of my wit I ensure you sir fetched you off bravely, when you war i'the forlorn hope among those desperates, Sir Bewtious Ganymed here, and sir Thomas Long herd that cuckoe (my man Trap-door) sing the note of your ransom from captiuty. Hanged I think by this time, a Justice in this town, (that speaks nothing but make a Mittimus a way with him to Newgate) used that rogue Like a firework to run upon a line betwixt him and me. Marry to lay trains of villainy to blow up my life; I smelled the powder, spied what linstock gave fire to shoot against the poor Captain of the Gallifoyst, & away slid I my man, Like a shovel-board shilling, he strouts up and down the suburbs I think: and eats up whores: feeds upon a bawds garbadg. What says my little Dapper? These Knights shall have squires places belike then: well Dapper what say y ou? No Tobacco my Lord? Come, come, Dapper, lets give they something, las poor men, what money have you? by my troth I love a soldier with my soul. Mere rogues, put spurs to they once more. O sir he hath be brought up in the I'll of dogs, and can both fawn Like a Spaniel, and bite Like a Mastive, as he finds occasion. I hope then you can cant, for by your cudgels, you sirrah are and upright man. And Teare-Cat what are you? a wild rogue, and and gler, or a ruffler? Sirrah where's your Doxy, halt not with me. His wench. He says his wench stays for him in and alehouse: you are no pure rogues. So sir, no churl of you. Come you rogue cant with me. Come on sirrah. Out you damned impudent rascal. Marry this my Lord says he; Been mort (good wench) shall you and I heave a booth, mill a ken, or nip a bung? shall you and I rob a house, or cut a purse? And then we'll couch a hogshead under the Ruff- And then we'll lie under a hedge. And there you shall wap with me, and I'll niggle with you, and that's all. Wapping and niggling is all one, the rogue my man can tell you. Come you rogue sing with me. A gage of been Rom-bouse In a bousing ken of Rom-vile. Now I see that you are staled to the rogue, and are not ashamed of your professions, look you: my Lord Noland here and these Gentlemen, bestows upon you two, two boards and a half, that's two shillings six pence. Away. Be sure you meet me there. Troth my Lord, only a praise of good drink, the Which these wild beasts love to suck, and thus it was: A rich cup of wine, o it is juice Divine, More wholesome for the head,: hen meat, drink, or bred, To fill my drunken pate, with that, I'de fit up late, By the heals would I lie, under a lousy hedge die, Let a slave have a pull at my whore, so I be full Of that precious liquour; And a parcel of such stuff my Lord Not worth the opening. Pox on him, a gallant? shadow me, I know him: it's one that cumbers the land indeed; if he swim near to the shore of any of your pockets, look to your purses. This brave fellow is no bettet then a foist. A diver with two fingers, a pickpocket; all his train study the figging law, that's to say; cutting of purses and foisting; one of them is a nip, I took him once i'the twopen nigh gallery at the Fortune; then there's a cloyer, or snap, that dogs any new brother in that trade, and snappes will have half in any booty; He with the wand is both a stale, whose office is, to face a man i'the streets, whilst shells are drawn by and other, and then with his black conjuring rod in his hand, he by the nimbleness of his eye and juggling stick, will in chea ping a piece of plate at a goldsmith's stall, make four or five rings mount from the top of his caduceus, and as if it were at leapfrog, they skip into his hand presently. Bless you sir. Dost not ken me man? Heart, there's a Knight to whom I'm bound for many favours, lost his purse at the last new play i'the Swan, seven Angels in't, make it good you're best; do you see? no more. Did not I tell you my Lord? Dare any step forth to my face and say, I have taken thee doing so Mol? I must confess, In younger days, when I was apt to stray, I have sat amongst such adders; seen their stings, As any here might, and in full play-houses Watched their quick-diving hands, to bring to shame Such rogues, and in that stream met and ill name: When next my Lord you spy any one of those, So he be in his Art a scholar, question him, Tempt him with gold to open the large book Of his close villainies: and you your self shall cant Better then poor Mol can, and know more laws Of cheaters, lifters, nips, foists, puggards, curbers, Withal the devils black guard, then it is fit Should be discovered to a noble wit. I know they have their order, offices, Circuits and circles, unto which they are bound, To raise their own damnation in. If some Italian pander there would tell All the close tricks of courtesans; would not you Harken to such a fellow? And here, Being come from Venice, to a friend most deer That were to travel thither, you would proclaim Your knowledge in those villainies, to save Your friend from their quick danger: must you have A black ill name, because ill things you know, Good troth my Lord, I am made Mol cut purse so. How many are whores, in small ruffs and still looks? How many chased, whose names fill slanders books? Were all men cuckolds, whom gallants in their scorns Call so, we should not walk for goring horns, Perhaps for my mad going some reprove me, I please my self, and care not else who loves me. Good my Lord, let not my name condemn me to you A fencer I hope may be called a coward, is he so for that? If all that have ill names in London, were to be whipped, (there And to pay but twelve pence a piece to the beadle, I would ra- Have his office, then a Constables. How dost thou Gallant? The man talks monthly: Hight broth and a dark chamber for the knight, I see he'll be stark mad at our next meeting. Why what's the matter with you? Less too much joy, should make your age forgetful, Are you too well, too happy? Me thinks you should be proud of such a daughter, As good a man, as your son. You had no note before, and unmarked Knight, Now all the town will take regard on you, And all your enemies fear you for my sake, You may pass where you list, through crowds most thick, And come of bravely with your purse unpicked, You do not know the benefits I bring with me, No cheat dares work upon you, with thumb or knife, While y'aue a roaring girl to your sons wife. Now are you gulled as you would be, thank me for't, I'de a fore-singer in't. Father and son, I ha'done you simple service here, Condemn me? troth and you should sir, I'de make you seek out one to hang in my room, I'de give you the slip at Gallows, and cozen the people. Herd you this jest my Lord? He was in fear his son would marry me, But never dreamed that I would never agree. Who I my Lord, I'll tell you when i'faith, When you shall hear, Gallants void from Sergeants fear, Honesty and truth unslandered, Woman maned, but never pandred, Cheats booted, but not coached, Vessels older ever they're broached. If my mind be then not varied, Next day following, I'll be married. Pardon? for what sir? what ha your rogueship done now? How? Here be the Angels Gentlemen, they were given me As a Musician, I pursue no pity, Follow the law, and you can cuck me, spare not Hang up my vial by me, and I care not. Save you; how does Mistress Tiltyard? Why do you speak this then, do you think I can not ride a stone horse, unless one led him bith snaffle. Nay if I fail you hang me. Whose this. Prithee tend thy shop and prevent bastards. Who'le hear and Ass speak: whither else good man pageant-bearer: there people of the worst memories. Think upon this in cold blood sir, you make as much hast as if you were a going upon a sturgeon voyage, take deliberation sir, never choose a wife as if you were going to Virginia. But if there were no more women in England I hope you'd wait upon your Mistress then, Hark Trap-door, follow your leader. Nay and you should sir, I should draw first and prove the quicker man, Between one and two; nay then I care not: a watch and a musician are cossen Germane in one thing, they must both keep time well, or there's no goodness in they, the one else deserves to be dashed against a wall, and tother to have his brains knocked out with a fiddle case, what? a lose chain and a dangling Diamond. Here were a brave booty for and evening-thief now, There's many a younger brother would be glad To look twice in at a window for't, And wriggle in and out, Like and eel in a sandbag, O if men's secret youthful faults should judge they, IT would be the general'st execution, That ere was seen in England; there would be but few left to sing the ballets, there would be so much work: most of our brokers would be chosen for hangmen, a good day for them: they might renew their wardrobes of free cost then. Yonder comes my Lord Noland. Not a cross Sir Bewtiout, you base rogues, I have taken measure of you, better then a taylor can, and I'll fit you, as you (monster with one eye) have fitted me, Soldier? thou deservest to be hanged up by that tongue which dishonours so noble a profession, soldier you skeldering varlet? hold, stand, there should be a trap-door here about. A mere whip-jack, and that is in the Commonwealth of rogues, a slave, that can talk of sea-fight, name all your chief Pirates, discover more countries to you, then either the Dutch, Spanish, French, or English ever found out, yet in deed all his service is by land, and that is to rob a Fair, or some such venturous exploit; Teare-Cat, foot sirrah I have your name now I remember me in my book of horners, horns for the thumb, you know how. You'll maintain sirrah the old Justices plot to his face. As you do, I show it you, they to me show it. Suppose my Lord you were in Venice. Weakensse, go look him. Then were marriage best, For if I should repent, I were soon at rest. I'll try one spear against your chastity Missed. Tiltyard Though it prove too short by the burgh.