LOTHARIO

My Sovereign. Nothing to the purpose my Liege, cold as Aquarius, There she was born, and there she still remains; I cannot move her to enter into Pisces, I Laid the flesh to her too, and the delights thereof, she leans Another way, and talks all of the spirit, I Frighted her with spirits too, but all would not do: She drew her knife, pointed it to her breast, swore She would do something, but women's tongues are Sometime longer then their arms. I understand all this, while he wars abroad, his Daughter must skirmish at home; Venus is in conjunction With Mercury, wit and lechery are both in labour At once alas poor maidenhead, th'art cast faith, And must to execution; virginity hadst thou been Moulded in my compass, thou hadst scaped this pitfall. I told your highness of a second bawd to time, & yet Not times second neither, for time never patterned her A thing real, not a dumb moral, as time it self Is, but a speaking thing, and one that speaks Effectually; one that has wracked more maidenheads In Spain, then she has years upon her reverend brows, And yet she writes odd of threescore, and odd wench it's. Malena. I have prepared her fit for instruction my Liege; she Waits her further confirmation from your Highness: O every soldier has a double heart, when the King's in field. By her right name; bawd, where art thou bawd? This is the thing I told your Highness of. The very ipsissima of her sex, my Liege, as old as She is, I will undertake she shall wrestle a fallen With the strongest Virgin in Spain, & throw her down too. Shee'le hold out I warrant, hark you my Lieg, This vessel is not hollow yet, it does not found, There's mettle in her, there's sack in this Tun, That has eaten up a great deal of dead Flesh in her time, lights, longs and bade livers. Tush, in malo consilio foeminae vincunt viros. Thou art able to corrupt any good sense, with bade construction: I say foeminae vincunt, that is, quasi vincere cunctos, Overcomes all men. I was within compass then. Prepared with all advantage. I will assist thee, thou Destroyer of maidenheads. COme old reverence, if ever thou hadst music in thee, To inchant a maidenhead, now strike up. Tush, I give thee The precedence, wire strings will not doote, it must be A wind instrument thats governed with stopping of holes, Which thou playest well on, my old Viol de gamb, Come, thou shalt have reward. Little or nothing, it comes short of the wd always. Why bawd, I'll tell thee what a bawd I . A bawd a thing that when the devil plays at , bawd He turns up trump, because she's a help. The devil vyes it with the bawd. The devil plays on, and looses the bawd. And fearing he has not tricks enough Gives up his dealing to the bawd, so they shuffle again. Well, the maidenhead is In this enchanted Castle, thou must blow up, Give fire old Linstock, I confess I am repulsed ith van; If thou failest too the king comes with a murdering piece In the rear, o 'tis a royal service. She, she sallies upon thee, As beus, Corothus, and all the fiends of the flesh Stand at thine elbow. QViet your tongue, or I'll take away your liberty, Know you're under me, and my command. Forbear I say: you are a crack virgin, And I'll bestow the widow alms on you In charity, if you not hold your tongue. Come, come, my li le (what shall I call thee) For it is now doubtful what thou art; being neither Maid, wife, nor (saving your reverence) widow. Would? Dost spit at me? I'll have you spitted for this trick, And I will turn you as you see, and moreover I will hast you. Thou art a looser, and I do consider it, Thou hast lost a maidenhead, a shrewd crack: A flaw that will hardly be soaderd again; Some there be that can pass away these counterseits. For currant, as brass money may be taken For silver, yet it can never be the same, Nor restored to his first purity, this I consider. And bear, (but presume not too much to trouble The pool of my patience, it may rise soul) it may. But that I have some kinder purpose, I would not Be thus baited: I am given to the as well As the king my Master, I have some hope to fte This dish after him; but 'tis yet too hight for me, It will cool, and then I will draw my , have A flash at it: this woman's two edgde tongue, And this burden of flesh that I bear about me, Hath made me so heavy, I must take a p. Cob, boy, Cob, page. There is some thing gone Into my ears, that troubles my brain, blow in Some music to fetch it out again. And hark you, having done, ascend the Turret And see if you can discover his Majesty Coming to the Castle: this house he appointed For his recreation, if you do, descend, And give me rning. Mynnion, I'll clog your heals with irons for this, Will you not let me rest by you? I will tell the king, and he shall tickle you for this. Oh my Liege, is it your Mai sty, I beseech you par done me: These after dinner-n are the rep sts to my body. Safe, safe, my Liege, my k y S, wh r he my keys, Saw you my keys, my . Nay but my . And the I old by When I went to sleep, and my first dream told me They were there still. My boy, my Cob, saw you my Cob, my Liege? If she be not above steeples, Nor beneath hell, I'll find her, for so high And low I can reach and dive, as heavy as I am. Oh for a private place to be hanged in; when all hope's gone, welcome despair; which way soever the day goes, I'm sure this is my way; If the King overcome, I shall be hanged for Jacinta's escape, if she rise, I fallen in recompense of her wrongs. All my grief is, I want and heir to have my purse and clothes, one that would take the pains for me, and honest hangman were now as good a companion as I would desire to meet with; I have lived a Lord, and I would be loath to die and executioner. I was a Lord, although a bawdy Lord. Oh Lechery, how hast thou puffed me up and un done me. Would? what art thou? Give me thy hand. Art thou a hangman then? Do not desire to die, live till thou diest of thine own accord. Let me persuade thee to be charitable to thy self, spare thy self, and hang me, I have been a Pander, knowest thou what a Pander is? All this I'll add to it, He wears long lock, And villainous socks, Many nights in the stocks, Endures some knocks, And a many of mocks, Eats reversions of cocks, Yet lies in the flocks, Thrives by the smocks, And die with the pox. All this I have been, and now desire to be hanged for't. A hundred marks, beside leases, and lands which I have wickedly got, all which I will bestow on thee, if thou wilt take the pains to hang me. With all my heart, my guts, my lights, my liver, and my lungs. Look here's work for thee, here's clothes, and here's money, wout thou take the pains to hang me?