BONVILE

Prithee visit my Lodgings. Nay I prevent your trouble—Lady I am Your humble servant, pardon my intrusion I hano business, only I saw you enter. What gentlewoman's this. A Lady of pleasure, I Like her y , it has A pretty twirl, wot-will she bid one welcome. O sweet Lady your lip in silence Speaks the best language. I am confirmed. Come, you Compliment. Come, that humble was But compliment in you too. I do not love these distance S. Frank thou art melancholy! What? not so soon. Well and there be no remedy I shall see you Anon ith Park, the Match holds, I am not willing To leave you alone Lady. You have many, in their number pray write me, I shall be very dutiful. And when I have done a fault I shall be instructed, But with a smile to mend it. Faith none at all, if you but think so. I would never hurt em, 'Thas been my study still to please those women, That fell within my conversation. I am very tender hearted to a Lady, I can deny em nothing. If they well considered things, And what a stickler I am in their cause, The common cause, but most especially How zealous I am in a Virgins honour, As all true Knights should be, no woman could Deny me hospitality, and let down, When I desire access, the rude Portcullice, I have a natural sympathy with fair ones, As they do, I do! theres no handsome woman Complains, that she has lost her maidenhead; But I wish mine had been lost with it. 'Tis because you look pleasant, A very handsome Lodging, is there any Accomodations that way. I meant oath r conveniency, but if You please I'll wait upon you thither. Lady you're welcome to the spring, the Park Looks fresher to salute you, how the birds On every tree sing; with more cheerefullnesse At your access, as if they prophesied Nature would die, and resign her providence To you, fit only to succeed her. But isle speak our own English, Hang these affected strains, which we sometim S Practice, to please the curiosity Of talking Ladies, by this lip th'art welcome, I'll swear a hundred oaths upon that book, An't please you. I wonot break ̄ my credit With any Lady that dares trust me. What? what durst thou venture now, and be plain wo'm Speak, speak truth and flatter not, Upon what security? She is angry I shall obtain, I know the trick ont, had She yielded at the first it had been fatal. But I desire to know you better Lady. Better or worse, if you dare venture one, I'll hazard tother. You're in the right, 'tis the best mirth of all. Refuse me if I do not Not mean? I hop you have more Charity Then to suspect, I'll not perform as much, And more than I would said, I know my fault, I am too modest when I undertake, But when I am to Act let me alone. Franck Tryer. I am o'thy side Franck. We were on even terms till you came hith r, I find her yielding, and when they do run? Will you venture any thing Lady? That was a witty one. Which side. Done! I'll maintain the English, As many more with you, I love to cherish Our own Countrymen. Done with you too. I'll lay with you too. Come, you shall venture something, What gold against a kiss, but if you loose, You shall pay it formally down upon my lip . But not all night swe to Lady. Franck Tryar, yowl wait upon this g ntl woman, I must among the gamesters, I shall quickly Return to kiss your hand. I hold any man forty pieces yet. Fight gentlemen, you're fine fellows, it's a noble cause, Come Lady I'll discharge your fears, A Cup of Sack, and Anthony at the Rose Will reconcile their furies. I would Go farther for a little sport, you m ane The horse raze, they're not come into the Park y to, I might do something else, and return time Enough towinn five hundred pieces. We must lose sometime—hark the Nightingale You make the Omen fortunate, this bird Does prophesy good luck. And I this spring, lets walk a little fur that r. You may trust your person Lady. This place, that place were good nough If you were bade enough, and as prepared As I, there have been stories that some have Struck many deer within the Park: Would Tryer, What does he follow us? How now gentlemen? You are the man, will run away with all The gold anon. 'Tis done. Your kinswoman, I shall be honoured to be your servant Lady. A song by all means, prithee, let me Entreat it, what's the suct ect Lets have't, come I herd you can sing rarely. The better, why does any tune become A g gentleman so well as a ballad, hang Curiosity in music, leave those crotchets To men that get their living with a song, Come come begin. COme Muses all that dwell nigh the fountain, Made by the winged horses heel, Which firk'd with his rider over each Mountain, Let me your galloping raptures feel. I do not sing of fleas, or frogs, Nor of the well mouthed hunting dogs. Let me be just all praises must, Be given to well breathed Iilian Thrust. Young Constable and kill deeres famous, The Cat the Mouse and Noddy Grey, With nimble Pegabrig you cannot shame us, With Spaniard nor with Spinola. Hill climbing white-rose, praise does not lack, Handsome Dunbar, and yellow Jack. But if I be just all praises must, Be given to well breathed lilian Thrust. Sure Spurred sloven, true running Robin, Of young shaver I do not say less, Strawberry Soam, and let Spider pop in, Fine Brackly and brave lurching Bess. Victorious too, was herring shotten, And spit in's arse is not forgotten. But if I be just all honour must Be given to well breathed Iilian Thrust. Lusty Gorge and gentlemen, hark yet, To Winning Mackarell fine mouthed Freak, Bay Tarrall that wone the cup at Newmarket, Thundering tempest, black dragon eake. Precious sweetelippes, I do not loose, Nor Toby with his golden shoes, But if I be just, all honour must, Be given to well breathed Iilian Thrust. Excellent, how think you Lady? Are they come? I must see the Mare, you will excuse this rudeness, Sirrah stay you and wait upon these Ladies. 'Tis done we'e. Done, done, I'll take all odds. Not so. Done, done. In your imagination, who can help it? Gentlemen you have a fine time to triumph, 'Tis not your odds that makes you win. Wone, wone, I knew by instinct, The mare would put some trick upon him. Great John at all adventure and grave Jockey Mounted their several Mares, I shan'ot tell The story out for laughing, would, would, would, But this in brief Jockey was left behind, The pity and the scorn of all the odds, Played bout my ears Like Cannon, but less dangerous. I took all still, the acclamations was For Venture, whose disdainful Mare threw dirt In my old Jockeys face, all Hope's for saking us, Two hundred pieces desperate, and two thousand Oaths sent after them, upon the sudden, When we expected no such trick, we saw My rider that was domineering ripe, Vault over his Mare into a tender flough, Where he was much beholding to one shoulder, For saving of his neck, his beast recovered, And he by this time somewhat mortified, Besid S mortified, hath left the triumph To his Olympic Adversary, who shall Ride hither in full pomp on his Bucephalu With his victorious bagpipe. Not in a slough de re Jack. Here comes the Conqueror From the Conquest of Jerusalem Returns Vespasian, &c. would, would, mere mercy Jockey. Hold! you shannot fight, isle understand Your quarrel. Why so all friends. I am yours. Will you walk Ladies. We miss you above Lady. I would be your Echo Lady, and return Your last word—pleasure. This wonot serve my turn. This is the charity of some rich men, That passing by some monument that stoop With age, whose ruins plead for a repair Pity the fallen of such a goodly pile, But will not spare from their superfluous wealth To be the benefactor. Come! you may apply it, I would not have you a gentlewoman of your word Alone, they're deeds that crown all, what you wish m Is in your own ability to give; You understand me; will you at length consent To multiply, weel point a place and time, And all the world shall envy us. Lord me no lords, shall we enjoy lips upon't, Why do you look as you still wondered at me, Do I not make a reasonable motion, Is't only in my self, shannot you share I'the delight, or do I appear a Monster Above all mankind, you shun my embrace thus There be some Ladies in the world would drawn Cuts for me, I would been talk worser on and commended, How ere you please to valve me. Not always, 'twas Some times a little darker when they praised me, I have the same activity. And yet you do, you call me Lord, that's something And you consider, all men are not born to to. You'll not degrade me. So should All handsome women that will be good Subject's. This becomes not. How long will you continue thus? I know not, 'Tis time enough to think o'that hereafter, I'll be a convertite within these two days, Upon condition you and I may have One bout to night, no body hears. I may live To require the courtesy. I find not desire to sleep, and I were a bed we. If this be true? what a wretched thing should I Appear now, if I were any thing but a Lord, I do not Like my self, give me thy hand Since there is no remedy, be honest! theres no harm I'this I hope, I wonot tell thee all My mind at once, If I do rurne Carthusian, And renounce flesh upon this, the devil is Like Toha the worst ont—but I am expected. I knew not, she was thy Mistress, which encouraged All my discourses. O fie Frank, practice jealousy so soon, Distrust the truth of her thou lovest, suspect Thy own heart sooner, what I have said I have my pardon for; thou Wertenberg a wife for him Whose thoughts were never corrupted. You cannot but deserve more by the title of her brother. I am glad your shoulder is recovered; When is the day? This is my boy, how now sirrah? Nay then you but obey the c remony. I'll be your guest, and drink a jovial health To your new marriage, and the joys of your Expected Bride, h r after you may do As much for me, fair Lady will you write Me in your thoughts, if I desire to be A servant to your virtue, will you not Frown on me then? By thy cure I am now my self, yet dare call nothing mine, Till I be perfect blessed in being thine. Upon my honour will you lend me then But a nights lodging. What needs this ceremony.