JAQUES

Oh poor comparison father, do they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold; no, but with fine, gentle, and easy linings, and such my sister may be, for though I say it that should not say it, my sister has a good face, a white neck, and a dainty hand, and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spain. Away, away, speak not so Like a Wood monger, I'll Put you down with a caparison now, do we not use To grafted sweet apples upon crabtree stocks, do we Not use to enoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry? Such is my sisters case now, say that the noble man Would enoculate his Lordship upon my sisters yeomanry, What hurt were in this? would it grieve you to be a Lords brother, or this old woman to have her Lady Daughter to ask, Gravam, how do you, will you ride Abroad in your Croarch, or your embroidered side-saddle? Pray father talk no more of the moon, but of your son, Not my self that am your son and heir, but of your Son in law that shall be, my noble L. Antonio, Lord of Barcelona, and his noble Lady my sister, that shall be. Those we can buy of the Heralds, you know she Has cried Oranges the most of her time here in Civil, Now a fine Orange for her crest, with Civility Written round abound it would speaks wondrous well, Then a Capon in a Scutchen with a gizzard Under his left arm, with his spurs upon his heals Riding upon a Leman. I, you say well Father there indeed, A Capon desires no Leman, and therefore Wele hope of both that neither the Lord Prove himself a Capon, nor my Sister a Leman. I marry, heres a Lady now will wear her own hair. And brother eke also. And my brother. If you do, I will forget to call your Lady Sister. You have my good will too brother. Shall I? why who am I pray? Tush, I can smell the rankest of them all. Oh my noun sister, my nose is a little more a kin to you Now then ever it was; you would have me be and informer Of unlawful games, as Ticktack, whipper ginny, in & in. Well sister, heres my hand, and my heart is some where Here about me too, but I'de be loath to bring him Forth to witness, but I will be very careful. Pha, d'e think me for A fool or your brother (sister) As for that, it is sufficient your Ladyship is my sister; o you little amiable rogue you, a good face is a good dowry, I see sometime; when we two tumbled both in a belly together, little did our mother think which should have been the Madam; I might have been cut the tother way iffaith, if it had pleased the sisters three, if the Mid wife had but known my mind when I was born, I had been two stone lighter; but much good do thee with thy good Fortune's; farewell honourable flesh and blood, I will deliver to my noble brother, pretty trim Lady, I think we are eyed alike; fare thee well, I cannot choose but see thee as long as I look upon thee. Exit. A murrin oh the carrier brought me hither, I shall fit the worse this two days, but I think I have requited his sides for't; Now to my letter, pat yffaith, here's my noble brother; hum, I have a pestilent Lady to my sister, she told me I should find him amongst Ladies; if she had said Lady she had guest singular well yffaith, I will carry it as well as I can for my honourable brother's credit. Hum, hum, hum. He gives me aim, I am three bow too short, I'll come up nearer next time. No! shall I have no notice taken of me! I'll begin in another tone with you. Hum, hum, hum, There was a Nobleman of Spain, Lady, Lady, That went abroad, and came not again To his poor Lady. O cruel age, when one proud brother, Lady, Lady, Shall scorn to look upon another, Of his poor Lady. No men fellow here, Lady, yet a good fellow too In place where. I am no woman's fool (sweet Lady) 'tis two trades in Seville; as your men Taylor, and your woman's Taylor: So your Lords fool, and your Ladies oole, I am for the tongue, not for the bauble. If I cannot make him merry, I know who can. Why my—you can Lady. That's woman's jesting, Madam. I will make bold to be covered, brother thou knowest Look thee theres black and white for thee from the little honourable ra all my sister, and a thousand come mendations too without book, which I was bid to tell thee by roat, if thou canst read and hear all at once. Theres honourable bones a breeding, my sister is the peevishest piece of Ladies flesh grown of late, we have good sport at it to see her vex and fret, she boxes me as familiarly as if I were her Cobbler, for talking to her, and un natural varlet, to strike her own flesh and blood, but I bear with her for thy sake. Nay, she cuts her lace, and eats raw fruit too, what salad do you think she longed for tother day? For a what do call they? those long upright things that grow a yard above the ground; o Cuckoo pintle roots, but I God her her belly full at last. But the best lest was, she bit her shoemaker by the ear as he was drawing on her shoes; and another time her Taylor for girding her too straight, he had a long nose, but she did so pinch his bill; what, hast thou good news bro there? Yes faith brother, we are in health, and drink to thine sometime. It my sisters charge, she thinks of long things, poor heart. This is Hostess, Tapster, Chamberlain, & all, bro there. I will lie in my boot all night, but I'll be ready as soon as your letter: Bonos nocios, mi frater. Oh brother, I would not have you think you have a fool to your kindred, what! I understand these toys, there are fowl, and there are fish, there are wagtails, and there are Mermaids. O brother, definitions and distinctions! fie on they, come, I know flesh and blood will be sporting. And I were a married man my self, I would not always be at home, I would hawk, and hunt, and ride, there are diverse members in one body, there are flesh days, and there are fish days, man must not always eat one sort of meat. Always let a married man get his own children at home if he can, if he have a bit abroad for procreation or so—. Murder is come to light; O sister how hast thou overthrown our honourable house before it was well continued vered; o ambitious sister, half a share in a Lord would not content thee, thou would have all or none, now thou hast none, for thou hast killed thy Lord and husband. I was a Lords brother, although a bawdy Lords bro there. Oh Lechery, thou hast battend me a while, and then spoiled me. Partly honourable, partly miserable. Give me thy halter then. I, and a mad one, but now I droop, and am rea die to drop into the budget. I have lived a Lords brother, and would be loath to die a hangman. 'Tis my desire, but I want a cord of mine own, prithee lend me thine. In brief a knave; more at large thus; He's a thing that is poor, He waits upon a whore, When she's sick, he's soar, In the streets he goes before, At the chamber waits at door, All his life a runs o'th score, This I know, and know no more. What hast thou there? Oh Sir, I can wink with one eye Like a gunner, shall I make my sister sick of the yellow laundies? no, thought is free, whatsoever I speak , I'll say nothing; Vale, valete, valete, valetote. Exit. Hum? my brother is dead, and there is no way to raise our house again but by ready money or credit; the hangman many times mounts above his betters; well I will hang, but my conscience bears me witness, 'tis not for any good will I bear unto thee, nor for any wrong that I know thou hast committed; but innocently for thy lands, thy leases, thy clothes, and thy money. And so come a long with to me the next tree, where thou shalt hang till thou art dead, and stink above ground. Lady sister, did your Madamship Send for my worship? Oh as a brother I will, I perceive these great men Are some what forgetful of their poor kindred. I'll be the Clarke my self for the groat sake, Which you know will arise out of the two and twenty. Nothing grieves me but this wedding will be so still born We shall have no dancing at it, but I'll foot it To the Priest howsoever, Fala, la, la, la: A letter sister! I would not have you to take me for a Carrier, Or a Porter to carry words, or letters more Then it pleases me; yet in the way of a Nuntius, Partly Ambassador, or so, I will Travel for your sake. Is this all sister? By word of mouth? It not well spoken sister. You may entreat me. Why what words are there, but words of the mouth? Except it be words of the tail, which would found but ill In my Lord brother's cares: for words behind A men back are but wind, you know that. 'Tis all My pride, I'll be accounted proper.