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Good clothes your companions. By this light thou Wertenberg a most egregious cox comb. Petoune I wonder Tobacco hath not purified the complexion of thy nose? Nay, be not angry, I do not touch thy nose, to th'end a should take any thing in snuff. Faith een to your two Ladies signeur, But come, shall we go see thy Ladies, Fleir? Pheu, but I cannot requite it, She's a common thing. She has been so much worn, she's not worth the turning now. I, I, I doubt not but sheele turn: but will be Like a Buzzard Hawk that turns her tail to her game. Is not that always going? Oh thou hast wit I see I am in love boy, I am, I am. With a very Wagtail an'arrant woman, a very Peace whose pride is maintained by her tail. And I will rather die a shameful death, then live a hateful life, which I must do unless I find a means that may deserve your love. Durst I? I vow, even by my souls eternity, I durst. What is't deer Lady? although it be the death of man, if it be pleasing unto you I'll doo't. But what are they Ladies? I have a Countryman in town and Apothecary, one Signeur Alvino, a fellow that is well stored, and will fell me of the best. Still tongueless night put off thy sable robe, Thou needs not mourn, my villainies were done By day, thou hadst no hand in them, Oh I am great, as is a woman that is near her time: And life's the burden that I bear. But t'is a bastard for that I am asha'md on't. The Law I hope is a skilful midwife, and will soon deli ver me; grim Justice do thy worst, Thy cruelty shall prove a courtesy, And bail me out of prison. Lie there thou self-consuming Taper, true pattern of my life, I have consumed my self for others, as thou hast done for me, and now she has extinguished my life as I this light. Oh how obedient was my bounty, still To her command? my liberality Did fatten mischief, and hath made her proved: Oh that too much of any thing should be so ill in every thing The Suns all seeing eye, with too much untemperate heat makes wither what it made to flourish. The earth being mother to all wholesome herbs, With too much fatness oft produceth weeds. A suit of cloth does keep the body warm, When richer garments makes the wearer proud. Oh, the means the sweetest Music; Contentment revels when that string is touched; But Oh, the time will come she will repent My death: for when she looks on vices face Unmask Like mine; she will detest and loath it. For this is truth and evermore hath been, None can forsake before he knows his sin. Had you no body signeur to have bobbed with and empty Pipe but her? Look you signeur, he told you there was no way to get her good will but by kneeling; for he that will have a woman's love must stoop. Come Fleir shall we see thy Ladies? Why should I love her? because shes fair, because she's fair; because she's a whore: for if she wore not fair, she would not be a whore; & if she were not fair, I should not love her: Ergo, if she were not a whore I should not love her: well concluded wit, well concluded wit; there is no man breathing could love her but I, she's a whore, yet her beauty haunts me Like a Ghost, I cannot sleep for't, her remembrance rides me Like the Mare a nights, I cannot rest for't, what shall I do? I shall burst boy. Will thy tongue be secret? What us? First murder them. Let little children fear the shallow Brooks, for I can swim thought be through Seas of blood; let foolish fear go dwell with women, for bloody resolution shall not partly from me, I'll kill them both even with mine own hands, I'll doo't. Weel fight with them. In which isle mingle mingle such a dram, as they shall ride to heaven in post, unless they miss the way. I faith now thar't a comb for any case. Farewell Signior. Then thou shalt live with me. Adieu. Oh that I should love a whore, a very common Counterfeit catrise, my thoughts are drowned in a gulf of sin, she's a very Canniball, which does devour men flesh, and a Horseleech that sucks out men's best bloods perfection: a very prisoners box, thats open for every men benevole ̄ ce: and I am Heir unto a Duke, yet love her: does any man here love a whore? I, who? I, I, I, 'tis I, and arrant punk & common hirde Hackney, and yet I love her; I adore her, I dote on her, I worship her, Oh would some goodman would cut my throat, and put me out of pain—of pain, Oh that nature would not make and honest woman! Yes. yes, But Fleire woot help me, woot help me man? Do not vex me, do not torment me: do not tor ture me upon the rack of jests, I tell thee if she please, she may turn. Yet again, now the Devil take thy body, and dam nation light upon thy soul, destruction on thy bones, confusion in thy marrow, dost scorn me, mock me, vex me, torment me? dost? dost? I'll hang my self, nay, I'll damn my self rather then love thy Lady, and be abused by thee: I will, I will. I grant it. Oh that I had the reason of a Sailor to know her Like a rock, that I might sail from her and avoid her: or as a virtuous man knows sin, to loath and leave it. And yet she's wondrous fair, I would she were as honest: kind v sage may reclaim her from her sin, and make her stoop unto her Husbands will, as does a well-mand Hawk unto the lure. Oh but her beauty may excuse the folly of her youth, 'tis want of maintenance hath overthrown her, want and pride are two notorious bawds: want makes the noblest creature fell her soul for gold, and pride does make the gallants stoop to lust. And 'tis well done, let every member wear that which it wone: why should the head study to maintain the foot? Why should not every member Like a mechanic man in a commonwealth, labour in his own trade to main taine it self? then since every thing must live, I will no more condemn beauty for being clad in luxury, but hence forth I will love her, and let my passion smoothly swim along the stream of loves affection: henceforth I will no more with foul and hated thoughts, abuse so rare a crea ture, whose behaviour and discourse, inchants the ears of men, and drives the world into a wonder—ay me! Go go, I will: but Oh unhappy fate, When youth and weakness must support our state. Where's your Master fellow? But art sure 'twill poison a man? Yea? is there good in ill? Thrice Reverend Judges, and therefore honoured Lords, I must confess, that Like a skilful dancer, I have truly footed folly, yet Like a learner in my course of life, trod much out of measure, I have lived Like and unbacked colt proud and wanton, my tree of life hath born more leaves then fruit, I never was deboash'd & steered away my days enen in a sea of sin. Alas my Lord, this is soon answered, for though that I have surfeited on sin, yet have I not been drunk with blood. Oh conscience wonldst thou give me leave! Let them call back the banished Signior Antifront whom they & we, and all have wronged: Oh could I live but to inquire him out, in satisfaction of his wrongs, idem marry his eldest Daughter, and while a lived a should be restored to his estate, but Oh he's— Why camest thou out of Italy into England? Why art sad? Who dost follow? Methinks yond Lady grows fairer much then she was wont, me thinks her feature mends, & her come lie gesture, much hath drawn my heart to love her, Oh but she's a whore. What canst do? Tell me, are you both content to dwell with us two? Lady I will leave you much affection more then I thought to lend you, but I deal on use, and have much in terest. Come, your wit boy, your proof. They die for't though they were my father's sons. Art there? speak, who was't? Art sure on't? I thought it some such country Gentlewoman, Oh Fleire. Fleire I love a whore. Thy Lady, thy elder Lady. I Fleire, but she may turn. Come give me some of this that poisons by the taste, but how must I use it? What times are those? Well, but whats the price of your poison? Well honest fellow, there's thy money and far well. Lady, I do even as I hope to be forgiven. So a will, as long as't please the Hangman. How is't Fleir? Untouched? weel doo't. But for the means.