JACINTHA

My Lord I chide her for't, Tell her what folly it's, to wast her health With feeding so much melancholy, I wish She had my constitution; to laugh At all the World. No matter what men think of me: my Lord, I am no great admirer of their virtues. But with pardon Of your Lordship, it is possible, I may never Run mad for Love. Because I have As yet, no resolution to be cloistered: Sometime men stir my pity, but most commonly My laughter. I would be so my Lord, to all that love me, And love my self the better, for that humour. Certainly, not while I have any wit, And can buy folly at a cheeper rate. My sister has taught me; that Lady has A precious husband too, shall I, my Lord, Be bold to ask you, but one question, What are men good for? Your Lordship's mirth offends not me in this. Your Lordship should Have little cause, I hope, to wish so ill to me. 'Tis his fault in my conscience, but I hope Shee'le have a care, poor soul. Not to fast, Gentlemen, You do not mean to marry me; some air, Or i'll go tak't abroad: two to one woman? These are the guests he talked on sure. I am sorry for it. I cannot love that way. Do you take me for a Jester? What is that Gentleman? Methinks he is a very handsome man. And he may have a generous mind. What's his estate? If you do love me, give him opportunity To-tell me his poor mind alittle. That gentleman professes the same language, Your friend. What's that I pray? Phantom, what's that? He speaks well Of you, gave you a worthy Character. What blessed pair of customers have I God? These would make excellent husbands, and love me To'th purpose. To me, my Lord? So, so, here are and other couple, who shall trust Mankind? it will be a miracle to find One honest man I that bundle, sir, you are Bound to my Lord. Falstasse I will believe thee, There is no faith in villaInous man. Alas my sister, what would you done, my Lord? O my poor sister, welcome to life again. He's here too soon. We'll not be At to much distance. He's gone. How is this sister? I hope you're not in earnest, though he be A Lord, as who can help, in my judgement There are no mountains of such nobleness As you commend his talk, if he speak not: Another language to the ear, could never. Ravish my understanding, though I must Confess it's wild enough, I do begin To fear you, sister. My customers. They cannot choose But prosper, sir, and much the better for Your commendations. And tie my love to chance, forbid discretion. That's to be resolved By your demonstration, who loves me best, For if there be, mark what I tell you, Gentlemen, But the hundred partly of a grain difference, In your affections, beshrew me, if I choose the lightest. Sure he that dares Do most for my sake will deserve me best. You did a high favour. When will you open, sir, the book of destiny And read the name you talk on? I am confident, He must be master of and active soul Whom you prefer, if I mislike his person, I'll marry his wit, but we lose time, you'll follow. Why look you gentlemen, I'll not puzzle you To find out dangers, famine, fire, and sword, Or desperate things. To prevent these, I have thought a way my self, And with less cost, to try you, I have made A vow I wonot marry these six months, During which time, if you dare for my sake Visit me every day, and never speak to me, Nor in my company to any other— By no means. Not a syllable, Though I desired to know what a clock it's, Ther's your obeydience, at six months end I may reward your silence. I wonot engage you to be a mute So long, you shall be allowed to speak, and see me. But with this condition, That whatsoever I entreat you say Or do, you put in act the contrary The very contrary, you understand me. I wonot be so cruel. If these conditions please, you may proceed. What else, sir. I'll tell you. He that shall Express most care to do his penance for me, Must be the man, I say no more, imagine. My Lord Fizavarice. Now begin's your trial. That Gentleman can tell you. Yes, he had a message to deliver you. Nay, let him know't, here have been turns my Lord, Since you were here. If you love me, tell him the whole story, prithee, For my sake. Would, would. You shall know presently, if you entreat That Gentleman to stay. But your commands upon him will make sure. Pray, sir, stay. You shall stay. Then go, you may go. I'll tell you, sir. Whither? Servant. My dumb Knight too, we shall have the more mirth. How does my Solitary Uncle? What language does he speak? Interpreter, and yet he speaks no language. And can you get no other company Then dumb and mad-folkes? That Gentleman. Be you but master of some sense a while, I'll mak't appear he has none. Come forward, sir, Do you observe his motion? I entreat He should come forward, and he plays the crab. Stand still, sir, I beseech you. If it be beneficial to your body Practice this motion still. This grew mad with catching cold A bed, and lying from his wife. You are something guilty on't. Master Vaineman, and Master Pumicestone you two suspected For traitors, o the rotten hearts of men! This fright may work some good effect upon him, Many men have been frighted from their wits, Having none left, why is't not possible He should be frighted back again into they? What's the news sister? you look pleasantly. Even what you please. I was desirous of a scene of mirth, How far we should would driven it, I know not, Just so ridiculous are all your plots Uncle, would, would. You had your parts my brace of learned gentlemen, Whom I do discharge from fear and further penance. If you have still ambition to be laughed at, And think it possible I can love such motleyes, Come thus a wooing every day, I shall find Some trick at last to make your worships famous. Let's follow, and either make him mad outright, Or bring it to a cure, your part's not done yet. You tell me wonders. Of what? I have read the Chronicles, but never met With a young Lord has done the Like. Virtue? ther's another thing, not usual In men of his rank, I allow a Gentleman To pay his own debts, but another men, Want's a record, beside all this, to love Another men wife, a handsome woman too, And be at cost to keep her honest? miracles. No sadness, but I have another passion, that troubles me. No, I wood not. Find such another man to be my husband. It cannot be concealed. He shall be welcome. Be very welcome hither, he once said If I remember well, could he but love, He would marry me of all women alive. My fortune's not to be dispisd, however My heart is rich enough, but it shall languish To death, ere I will tell him so. What? Do him not so much injury, my passion Can still walk in disguise, though I confess Since your relation, it's become more troublesome To be confined, o love! I never thought To have felt thy sting, I dare not stay to see him; I shall betray my self with many blushes: Farewell my Lord Fitzavarice. I must confess my Lord, I honour you. But not for any titles, although some Woman may be allowed the ambition, But for your noble nature. One of my servants but not yet discharged. But a little of your patience: if I found Within me, that strong appetite to marry, Who shall protect me from the statute gentlemen? If it be felony to have two husbands, I will not marry above one for certain.