ALEXANDER

Pray Father, pray to God to bless me. Yes, umph—for a coxecombe. I'll give you and old saw for't. Must you be my Mother in Law? You see the worst of your eldest son, I abuse no body. I will tell you and old saw. And old man is a bed full of bones, and who can it deny, By whom (umph) a young wench lies and greanes, for better company. White, 'twill run boy. Niggers naggers thou shalt not, there's thine own oath for thee, thou shalt eat nothing and thou wilt, but a poached spider, and driven it down with syrup of Toads. Exit. And how does my little handsome dainty, deli cate, welfavoured, straight, and comely delicious bewitch king Widow. 'Tis pudding time wench, pudding time, and a dainty time, dinner time my nimble eyed witty one, woot be married to morrow sirrah. sets to table. What, art thou a fortune teller. Good fool, give me a cup of cool Beer. Pish, I spoke to the fool. Fool, it's my man, shalt fit faith wench, Strange, mine a good face i'faith, prithee Buss. Sirrah, woot have the old fellow? I tell thee thou shalt not, no, no, I have such— Thy Jester sure shall have a coat. Nay, nay, nay, two to one is extremity—but as was telling thee, I have such a husband for thee, so knowing, so discreet, so sprightly, fill a Cup of Claret, so; Admira bly, in desires so excellently, Admirably deserving, that and old man, fie, fie, prethe—would to thee. Some Wine. Here Widow. No noble Welshman, her heart was in her hose. Tak't you at worst then. Ancient Young, how false our memories have played through long discontinuance, but why met here man, is Mars so bade a paymaster, that our Ancients fight under Cupid's Banner? He has the mortgage still, and I have a handsome sister, do but meet at the Fountain in Fleetestreete after dinner, o I will read thee a History of happiness, and thou shalt thank me. A word Jarvis? I'll follow ye, wilt think on't soon at night, or not at all? Can, dost conclude me a'satt in cheat? Enough, drink that, fare el, Widow, Fate, the Destinies, and the three ill favoured Sisters, have concluded the means, and when I am thy Husband? Do but remember these cross Capers, then ye pitter sweet one? Some rich Canary boy. Possible us cheated of a hundred pi ces, A han some halter, and the Hangmans wages pop' in the place, what and acute witness we have in wickedness. Send him up prithee, remember how it must be carried? And pray remember that you do not mump as if you were changed wing Bacon, and spoil all. And hark. O he tramples upon the bosom of a Tavern with that dexterity, as your Lawyers Clerks do to Westminster Hall upon a dirty day with a pair of white silk stockings, Brother Time, why now you're a man of your word I see. Gallants of note and quality, he that fits taking Tobacco is a Captain, Captain Carve-gut. Are you not my brother? He that powers out that sparkling sprightly Claret, is a Lieutenant under him, Lieutenant B . He was a S rg ant first. Of the Poultry, of a Woodcock: A Serg nt in the Field, a man of blood. That delicate sweet young Gentlewoman. That bears the b sh of king upon her cheeks, whoseeyes are Like a pair of king Twi es. I think you are in hast. Whose lips are beds of Roses, betwixt which There steals a breath sweeter that n Indian Spices. But then to touch that see lips—you stay too long sure. But it's descended from the cian steam, the great tributie L her e, that ci to on is her reverent Granham. Counterfeit they shall know you. I say they shall. our or six, it's rich Canary, it came from be yond the Sea . Did I not tell ye. More wine there Drawer. Again you Witch? drink to the young Gentle woman n. My worthy friend, thou art Master of thy word, Gentlemen it's Ancient Young, you're Soldiers, come come, save cap, compliment in cup. Prithee fit down. Prithee. Now, you Mistress fig- ail, S he Wind come about yet, I would brought the Gentleman, do not you to ll him now, you had rather have his room then his compa nigh, and so show your breeding. Sfoot thou shalt stay longer, we'll stay her heart her guts out. Prithee Moll do, do but look upon him? What canst thou see in him thou unhandsome ous thing, that merits not above thee? Has he not a handsome body, straight leg'd, a good face. Why, do you it? Do b to stay a I to e Moll, prithe Moll, thou knowest y Father has wronged him; make him amen S and marry him. And is not he a wise man? Why? Why, you are now I is company. Why you young witch, call your elder brother oole; but go thy ways, and keep thy may denhead till it grow more deservedly de pi ed, then are the old base boots of a half stewed Pander: Lead a Welch Morris with the Apes in hell amongst the little devils,—or when thou sha to lie sighing, by the side of some rich fool,—remember thou thing of thread and needles, not worth three pence half penny. I ha'thought of such Musicians for thee. I, I have provided a husband for thee Moll. I have such a stripling for thee, he wants one eye, and is crooked leg'd, but that was broke at Footbale. He's rich, he's rich Moll. In earnest; why, do ye think men marry as Fencers sometime fight, in jest? Shall I show her Mistress Elizabeths Letter I snatched from thee? The tide turns. Think of Bess; think of Bess, it's the better match. Is't possible? And now th'art my sweet Sister, I know the old man's gone to meet with and old wench that will meet with him, r Jarvis has no juice in's brains, and while I i'th mean time, set another wheel a going at the Widows, do thou soon about ten, for it's to be very conveniently dark, meet this Gentleman at the Nags head corner, joust against Leaden-hill, we lie in Lime-street, thither he shall carry thee, Accommodate thee daintily, all night with Mistress Dorothy, and marry thee i'th morning very Methodically. Why, fine have thy Maidenhead and that into the bargain, thy c arge is performed, away, get thee in, forget not the hour, and you had better fight under Ancient Yongs colours, then the old Men standard of sixty and ten. Exit. As Citizens wives do into Masks, when there I wooed or no nay, nay, do not doubt the discre cion of my constitution: I have brought never a groat in my bosom, and by this hand, I lay under thy worser, with a heart as hovest, and a blood as cold, as had my sister lay near top—will you have me yet? Unc vill, and lay so tame while you set up your foot upon the bed, to u j your shoe, such another word, I will uncivillize that injured civility which you so scurvily slander, and reward you with and undecency proportionable to your understandings, will ye have me, will you mar ry me? What, to sixty, and I know not how many, that will lie by your side, and divide the hours with cou hes, as Cocks do the night by instinct of Nature. And only wish well to a fair wise all night. And discredit himself all night in your company. oars, it's my house. Even since I was begotten, I was born to , I must have thee, and I will havethee, and this house is mine, and none of thine. I would been under thy bed by this hand this three hours. No, no, no; I will not go down now I think on't. makes himself unready. By these Buckles I will, and what they will think on't— No, no, I will undo my self look you. Have a care on't thy self Woman, and marry me then. Breeches and all by this flesh. As naked as Grantham steeple, or the Strand Maypole by this spur, and what your grave Parishio ners will think on't? Will you have me? Why then kiss me upon't, and yet there's no cracking your credit, Jarvis is come in, Jarvis. As pat as a fat Heir to a lean Shark, we shall hunger for't, honest Jarvis, I am thy bedfellow to night, and to morrow thy Master. Pish, Come, come, fine men must use fine Woe men thus, 'tis fit, plain truth takes Maids, Widows, are won with wit. By this light 'twas strange. Be masked, and withdraw a while, here comes our Dad. You must pardon the meritable rudeness of the Gentlewomen Sir, in not unmasking, they entreated me to inform you: there are some ith house to whom they wood by no means be laid open. But for my self, I am now your most obedient virtuous Alexander. Two Chests of silver, and two Utropian Trunks, full of gold and Jewels. Yes, he will sweat by and by. Well said Rascal. our fair young daughter is wife to this Anti ent, who is come likewise to witness it. We have clapped hands on't Sir, and the Priest that shood have married you to her, is to marry her to me, so sister, talk for your self. Good Sir be satisfied, the Widow and my sister sung both one song, and what was't, but Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. Now we persuaded them, and they cooed not live together, they wood never endure to lie together, this consequently descended, there was the Antecedent, we clapped hands, sealed lips, and so fell unto the relative, Who's this? pox on't, what unmasks her. makes that Bawd yonder? Hark you brother, where lies her living? In grease. This is a common whore, and you a cheated Cox comb, come hither, you rotten Hospital, hung round with greasy Satin, do not you know this Vermin? And here is Marry Ploo hound, my choleric shred of Cadwalader, married to this Gentleman, who has a hundred a year dangling at your girdle there. Do you hear, sir Bartholomew Bayard, that leap before you look, it will handsomely become you, to restore the Box to that Gentleman, and the Magnitude of your desiree, upon this dainty, that is so amoro sly taken with your ditties. Dost thou know the Gentleman that whispered to thee? Some witty trick I warrant thee, prithee dis patch him presently, that we were at Church. How Woman? But shall the pies be spoiled then? My Pitchers broke joust at the Well head, but give me leave to tell you Sir, that you have a noble Wife, and indeed such a one as wood worthily feast the very dis cretion of a wise men desire, her wit ingeniously waits upon her virtue, and her virtue advisedly gives freedom to her wit, but because my marriage shall seriously pro ceede, I wed my self Sir to Obedience, and filial regum larity, and vow to redeem in the duty of a son, the affe ction of a father. Can you send me a Mark upon this Ring sir, and there set it down in your Book, and umph—mark that. No in eed, you shall not S e't, sweet sister, dainty ister, honey sister. A wl to devil with a read fox tail, in a black box. This is the last time of asking, they come up, and down go my breeches, will you have me? Will you have me afore tother sleeve goes off? Look, look, yonder's the conceit, the mistake happened upon last night. I must go after him. I know my Sister loves him, and he swears he loves her,—and by this hand, it shall go hard if he have her not, smock and all, brave excellent man, with what a strength of zeal we admire that goodness in another, which we cannot call our own. Exit. I will resolve you sir, keep them asunder. This, why this is your Maid Widow, ce is a ne face my brother Gentle . I'th next room I have seen and herd all.—O noble ouldiers.