LAVACHE

It's not unknown to you Madam, I am a poor fellow. No madam, It's not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned, but if I may have your Ladyships good will to go to the world, Isabella the woman and w will do as we may. I do beg your good will in this case. In Isabels case and mine own: service is no heri tage, and I think I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue a my body: for they say barns are bles sings. My poor body Madam requires it, I am driven onby the flesh, and he must needs go that the devil drives. Faith Madam I have other holy reasons, such as they are. I have been Madam a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are, and indeed I do marry that I may repent. I am out a friends Madam, and I hope to have friends for my wives sake. you are shallow Madam in great friends, for the knaves come to do that for me which I am a weary of: he that eres my Land, spares my term, and gives me leave to Inn the crop: if I be his cuckold he's my drudge; he that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend: if men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage, for young Charbon the Puritan, and old Poysam the Papist, how somere their hearts are severed in Religion, their heads are both one, they may joule horns together Like any Dear in that Heard. A Prophet I Madam, and I speak the truth the next way, for I the Ballad will repeat, which men full true shall find, your marriage comes by destiny, your Cuckoo sings by kind. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy, Found done, done, found was this King Priam's joy, With that she sighed as she stood, bis And gave this sentence then, among nine bade if one be good, among nine bade if one be good, there's yet one good in ten. One good woman in ten Madam, which is a pu rifying ath' song: would God would serve the world so all the year, weed find no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parson, one in ten quoth a? and we might have a good woman born but over every blazing star, or at and earthquake, 'twould mend the Lottery well, a man may draw his heart out ere a pluck one. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done, though honesty be no Puritan, yet it will do no hurt, it will wear the Surplis of humility over the blacke-Gowne of a big heart: I am go king forsooth, the business is for Helen to come hither. Truly Madam, if God have lent a man any man ners, he may easily put it off at Court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say no thing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and in deed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the Court, But for me, I have and answer will serve all men. It is Like a Barbers chair that fits all buttocks, the pin buttock, the quatch-buttocke, the brawn but tocke, or any buttock. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of and Attur ney, as your French Crown for your taffety punk, as Tibs rush for Toms forefinger, as a pancake for Shrovetuesday, a Morris for Mayday, as the nail to his hold, the Cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the Nuns lip to the Friars mouth, nay as the pudding to his skin. From below your Duke, to beneath your Con stable, it will fit any question. But a trifle neither in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me if I am a Courtier, it shall do you no harm to learn. Oh Lord sir theres a simple putting off: more, more, a hundred of them. Oh Lord sir, thick, thick, spare not me. Oh Lord sir; nay put me too't, I warrant you. Oh Lord sir, spare not me. I never had worse luck in my life in my Oh Lord sir: I see things may serve long, but not serve ever. Oh Lord sir, why there't serves well again. Not much commendation to them. She is not well, but yet she has her health, she's very merry, but yet she is not well: but thanks be gi ven she's very well, and wants nothing in that world: but yet she is not well. Truly she's very well indeed, but for two things One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her quickly: the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say. Marry you are the wiser man: for many a men tongue shakes out his Master's undoing: to say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great partly of your title, which is within a very little of nothing. You should have said sir before a knave, the art a knave, that's before me the art a knave: this had been truth sir. Did you find me in your self sir, or were you taught to find me? The search sir was profitable, and much Fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the increase of laughter. By my troth I take my young Lord to be a we rye melancholy man. Why he will look upon his boot, and sing: mend the Ruff and sing, ask questions and sing, pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy hold a goodly Manor for a song. In that you have there. A Letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-Law, she hath recovered the King, and undone me: I have wedded her, not bedded her, and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear I am run away, know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son, Bertram. I have sent you a daughter-in-Law, she hath recovered the King, and undone me: I have wedded her, not bedded her, and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear I am run away, know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. This is not well rash and unbridled boy, To fly the favours of so good a King, To pluck his indignation on thy head, By the misprising of a Maid too virtuous For the contempt of Empire. Nay there is some comfort in the news, some comfort, your son will not be killed so soon as I thought he would. So say I Madame, if he run away, as I hear he does, the danger is in standing too't, that's the lose of men, though it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you more. For my partly I only hear your son was run away. Indeed sir she was the sweet Margerom of the salad, or rather the herb of grace. A fool sir at a woman's service, and a knave at a men. I would cousin the man of his wife, and do his service. And I would give his wife my bauble sir to do her service. At your service. Why sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. Faith sir a has and English main, but his fisno my is more hotter in France then there. The black prince sir, alias the prince of dark ness, alias the devil. I am a woodland fellow sir, that always loved a great fire, and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his No bilitie remain in's Court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may, but the ma nigh will be too chill and tender, and theyle be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. If I put any tricks upon em sir, they shall be Jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature. Oh Madam, yonders my Lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face, whither there be a scar un der't or no, the Velvet knows, but it's a goodly patch of Velvet, his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bore. But it is your carbinado'd face. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no Fish of Fortune's butt'ring. Pre thee allow the wind. Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stink, I will stop my nose, or against any men Metaphor. Prethe get thee further. Foh, prithee stand away: a paper from Fortune's closestool, to give to a Nobleman. Look here he comes himself. Here is a pur of Fortune's sir, or of Fortune's Cat, but not a Muscat, that ha fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and as he says is muddied withal. Pray you sir, use the Carp as you may, for he looks Like a poor decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship. I will show my self highly fed, and lowly taught, I know my business is but to the Court. Most fruitfully, I am there, before my legegs. I have no mind to Isabella since I was at Court. Our old Lings, and our Isabels of that Country, are nothing Like your old Ling and your Isabels of that Court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as and old man loves money, with no stomach. Oh Madam, yonder is heavy news within be tween two soldiers, and my young Lady. I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir, I have not much skill in grace. Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.