GEORGE

FIe Frank ; there's such a disproportion, It'll never be brought to and equality. Yet never can the mixture Of gold with clay make any transformation Of that base matter into purer metal. You swell her praise too high; so mean a subject fits not these raptures. If she be So rare a piece, her low condition Makes me suspicious she's some common wanton Lurks in that mask for safety. Nay rather hide her from me. She may raise motions; and if I should rival thee, I must be served: nothing was ere devised To fright libidinous nature from it's proneness, That can restrain me. She seems a handsome piece. That opportunity Would play the Bawd a little. They are arrived: let us prepare our selves. I hate women! Now by my love of pleasure, no delight Hath any relish on the wanton palate Of my desires; unless some mixture season it That is derived from them. She takes me for and Eunuch. Sure my friend Hath overdone his partly; and drawn the counterfeit Too near the life of truth. Sweet Mistress hear The language of my heart that cannot gloss My plainer thoughts with superficial words. I love you; my desires are thoroughly fired, And burn my blood: which but your free enjoying Nothing can quench. I think you are; and one made up for pleasure, More then the dull converse of what's defective. Fie, that's a gross construction; only shame And common knowledge does it, not the act Of a Wives wantonness. A pledge for what should follow. No more of that. Nay, this way. Your will disposeth mine: we there may find Handsome conveniences; and I'll renew My counterfeit of woman-hater: it May cast a missed before his jealous eyes Would watch us else. Exeunt. This is his Milkmaid sure. I still suspected 'Twas some disguised name to conceal a Mistress. Now by my life she's fair; I envy him; And my desires have almost tempted me To put in for a share: but friendship checks it. She may perhaps be virtuous, and well born. And worthy his resolves: my City beauty Shall serve at this time. I am your servant fair one, and my heart Vow's and obedience when your commands Assign me any task. She means horns. Which if I fail to give her, may I turn Chastities convert, and be mortified From my concupiscence with hourly discipline. Alas fair Mistress, my gross body wants A mimic activeness. How she instructs me! nay then. Exit. Be expeditious then, we loose that time Might make the pleasure fruitful. That's doubtless, sweet. As ever Citizens son was. I am a Courtier. Mischief on these delays. Vexation racks me. Prevented at the point of such a happiness! Where? Hold, hold; I am drowned. Hell take your wife and you. Accursed women, That in your curse made Man so. Frank, though your self intend a reformation, You might forbear me: this was your own plot. Do not abuse me left I think revenge: I am almost tempted to attempt it. I'll take the Tapsters word, and try. Pardon me fair one. My intrusion tends To beg a happiness; please you to crown it With your consent and welcome? I take your word. The pleasure of your bed. I will reward it With a new gown and angels; dally not In any coy denial. It's a motion Suits with my liking. The pains will make the pleasure More sweet in the enjoying. Mischief on suspicion. I've given you all the flattering commendations That might confirm her love. I leave ye. Now to my practice of revenge, And the delight it comprehends within it Above Elizium. Exit. Now wench, is all ready? It's a good wench. I'll give thee a new gown for it. It's a bargain. The better. I'll turn her off within this fortnight, and send for thee. It shall be a month then? The Porter is deaf sure. Quickly then. Some nineteen with thy mistresses. It shall, it shall: here's for thee Robin. Help him down stairs with it. Farewell wench. Exeunt. And therefore you will marry A milk wench; one that's drudge unto necessity. 'Twould be a credit to that long continuance Of noble matches which your ancestors Have linked to the chain of their own bloods To make the series of their Families Spread in so many glorious divisions. Come, let my counsel guide these passive Fires To flame aright, and send their Pyramids More upward. Let the grosser stuff that feeds them, By and inversion, choke them. From advice Men must choose wives, not passion. Vertuou policy. Kill reputation, that you may preserve A little better conscience. Any judgement Would make a fair construction of my life, That surfeits in delights, and plays the Epicure In all variety and choice of pleasures Sooner then of thy act. Where ils do want A fair excuse (as thine does) they are doubled. Still be confident. What's that Gallant? While I do ruminate some policy. How likest the project? Be milder gentle mistress. There's nothing in me Appears unto my self so full of gilded It should deserve reproach from you a stranger. I would enjoy my friend a little here. Why dost not hea e her promise? You shall enjoy your friend. She's pliant Frank Unto my wishes: nothing no remains But to deceive her husband; thou must aid me. I'll doo't for thee. These are sweet sins, and only do intend The pleasure of desire, which would be killed With two much scruple. Pray sir forbear : you'll not compel me rudely. Perhaps ther's and aversion in my nature. The company of women's mine affliction. So would I. Let not such weak excuses rob my Hope's Of that delight, for whose enjoying Danger and all that weakness can be frighted with— Women or devils, Made fair to be destructions instrument. That's strange: a light Wench, and feathers. His mistake hits upon truth. Rest thee Porter. O this plots quaintness: witty luxury, How it acutes invention, and makes pregnant Even barren faculties to beget new issues Of rare conceit. But my credulity Was rash and sudden. If she hath abused it, And mocked my Hope's of pleasure, wh to revenge Can give m satisfaction? Here's the key, Though late these doubts arise, I greatly long To have mine eye resolve them. Company, Forbear a little then, and rest thee Porter. If these question the Porter, I must answer for him. O villain. I saw many there Sir, and one in satin: but they are all upon parting. What may this be! It hath begotten new jealousies. The Porter waits upon me. A light commodity I bought at Totenham-Court. Didst ever think I should have been so thrifty to buy fea the at the best hand? When I have used them through lie, there are Suburb Upholsters will give me my money again. Let them alone. Prithee go back to thy milk Maid. Thou darest not strike a friend basely. Is't even so! You shall hear from me Frank. Come hither Porter, She hath legs to walk with you. Let me ruminate. I have it. Do you know these Frank? You may if please you, suffer the Porter to pass, and stay yourself. Credit is precious: let me enjoy my sport, yours may be preserved. Otherwise your trull and you shall both sum fer. I am desperately resolute, and will reveal all. Nay then Frank. Draw and a pass or two. Is this the lovely piece, for whose enjoying I have attempted what by ill success Makes me ridiculous: yet I swell with laughter To think how finely she hath gulled us both, And mocked our easy trust. Frank We are friends: since we have shared disgrace, We kill all malice. Henceforth I shall strive To live more chaste. Lust is a gilded pill, Which sinful nature does prescribe desire. It mocks the sense with pleasure; but at last The shining outside leaves a bitter taste. Exit.