FAIRFIELD

Sweet Lady. Why Lady. So uncivil to affront you? And be most happy if by any service You teach me to deserve your fair opinion. Of what? You retain I see your unkind temper, will no thought Soften your heart, disdain agrees but ill With so much beauty; if you would persuade, Me not to love you, strive to be less fair; Undo that face, and so become a Rebel, To heaven and Nature. As heavenly prologue to your mind, I do not Dote Like Pygmalion on the colours! What? This is a new doctrine, From women. You would not be neglected. Is there So great a happiness in nature! I could provoke you. Go you're a foolish creature, and not worth My services. You're most ingrateful! Is not she mad? Do you give all this Council without a Fee? Come, be less wild! I know you cannot be So hard of soul. Why are you thus peremptory? had Your mother been so cruel to mankind, This heresy to love, with you had been unborn. How Lady? I know not what To say, yes I will home and think a Satire, Wase er man Jeered thus for his good will? I have no other care left, And if I doo't not quickly my affection May be too far spent, and all physic will Be cast away. When saw you Master Tryer? Are not his visits frequent? Come! I know thou lovest him! and he will Deserve it, he's a pretty gentleman. If he be flow to answer it He loses me again, his mind more then His fortune gained me to his praise, but I Trifle my precious time. Farewell! all my good wishes stay with thee. Lady I am come to you. To take my leave. But you must stay and hear a little more, I promise not to trouble you with Courtship, I am as weary as you can b displeased woot. Whither, or how I purpose to dispose My self hereafter, as I know you have No purpose to inquire, I have no great Ambition to discourse, but how I have Studied your fair opinion, I remit To time, and come now only to request That you would grant, in levum of my true service One boon at parting. But you must swear to p rforme truly what I shall desire, and that you may not think I come with any cunning to deceive you, You shall except what ere you would deny me, And after all I'll make request. But it concerns my life, or what can else Be nearer to me that you swear. When you have made exceptions and thought, What things in all the world you will exempt, From my petition, I'll be confident To tell you my desire. I would not for and Empire by a trick Oblige you to perform, what should displease you. I will run that hazard. Swear! You have me at your mercy! That's first, proceed! Your first exception forbid's to ask That you should love me. I must be so. That's the second. That's the third. My suit is still untouched.(with her. Not one Jewel. Goodness forbid that I should wish your danger. All my desires are modest. None of these. None of these trench on what I have to ask . By what. In few words thus receive it, by that oath I bind you, never to desire my company Hereafter, for no reason to affect me, This I am sure was none of your exceptions. 'Tis clear, I am confident To your understanding. I know you will not violate, What you have sworn, so all good thoughts possess you. Frank Tryer. 'Tis she, then you and I must seem more familiar, And you shannot be angry. She's yonder still, she thinks thee a new Mistress. How go things Frank. Prithee observe that creature. I would done such a strange cure upon her, Sh'as sent for me, and I will entreat thee Frank To be a witness of my triumph, 'tis Now in my power to punish all her Jeers, But I'll go to her, thou shalt keep a distance Only to hear, how most miraculously I would brought things about. I make a doubt whither I should go to h r, Upon a single summons. What women are forbidden They're mad to execute, she's here, be you It'h reach of her voice, and see how I will humble h r. Well advised, observe and laugh without a noise. By your leave Lady! I take it you sent for me? Your servant— You ar prettily disposed. Nay, what is't, you would say? You may say any thing. I think th'art passed it, Which of the furies art thou made already, I shall depart the world, never fear it Lady, Without a necklace, did not you send for me. O woman! How far thy tongue and heart do live asunder, Come; I would found you out, off with this vail, It hides not your complexion, I do tell thee, I see thy heart, and every thought within it, A little peevishness to save your credit Had not b ene much amiss, but this over Over doing the business it appears Ridiculous, Like my suit as you inferred, But I forgive thee and forget thy tricks And trillabubs, and will swear to love thee Heartily; wenches must would their ways. I love thee better For thy Vagaries. Thou sayest right. Near think of that. It a vain oath, and well may be dispensed with, It but a kiss, I'll give it thee again. Now I am fitted. I have made twigs to jerk my self—well thought on You shall absolve your self, your oath does not Oblige you to perform what you excepted, And among them, if you remember, you Said you must have your humour you'd be sick else, Now if your humour be to break your oath Your obligation's void. Will not you Fly off again, now You're at large. And I am provided, Frank Tryer appear, and show thy Phinomy, He is a Friend of mine, and you may trust him. What security? Yowl not use me thus? Do not you love me for all this? Till now I never was my self, farewell For ever woman, not worth love or anger. No, I will laugh at thee and at my self, To have been so much a fool, you're a fine may game. Farewell When next I dote upon thee be a Monster. When you are out of breath You will give over, and for better luck, I do believe the bird, for I can leave thee, And not be in love with my own torment. I would said, stay you and practice with the bird, It Philom l that y say, and thou Wertenberg on , I should new ravish thee. Frank Tryer, I would been seeking thee About the Park. To be merry for half and hour , I find A scurvy Melancholy Creep upon me, I'll try what sack will do, I would sent my footman To the Maurice for a bottle, we shall meet him, I'll tell thee to'ther story of my Lady. But that she is my sist r, Idem would thee forswore women, but lets walk . They're here, bless you! I presume so, but howsoever it skills not. I kiss your hand. My sister shall excuse, here's to thee and thy cream boul . There is more honesty in thy petticoat Than twenty satin ones. I know by her pale, and sh were oath rwise Would turn her milk, come hither let me kiss that e, Now I am confirmed, he that shall marry thee Shall take thee a Virgin at my peril. Forty pounds to thirty. I acknowledge That empty wishes are their sham , that have Ability to do a Noble work, And fly the Actium. With me? Well—dost not see me? I'll come to thee presently. What's the meaning? I will be desperate! I send a letter? My names subscribed, who has done this? Rivers of hell I come, Charon thy Oar Is needless, I will swim unto the shore, And beg of Pluto, and of Proserpine, That all the damned torments may be mine, With Tantalus I'll stand up to the chin In waves, upon Ixion's wheel I'll spin The sisters thread, quail Cerberus with my groan, And take no Physic, for the rolling stone I'll hang my self, a hundred times a day. And burn my self as often if you say The word. And if I for chance to come Within the Confines of Elizium, The amazed Ghosts shall be aghast to see, How I will hang my self on every tree, Heres a strange resolution. Will you? why thank you!' I see then you have charity for and ne worser. I might indeed. By your good favour, no I am in no such tune. To save my life you are content to marry me, Yes. No Madam jeer all, I am now resolved, Talk, and talk out thy heart, I won't loose My self a scruple, would you no more letters, They're pretty mirth, would I knew who subscribed My name I am so far from hanging of my self, That I will five yet to be thy tormenter, Virtue I thank thee for't, and for the more Security, I'll never do e again; Nor marry, nor endure the imaginations Of your frail sex, this very hight I will Be fitted for you all, I'll geld my self, It's something less then hanging, and when I Have carved away all my concupiscence, Observe but how I'll triumph, nay I'll doo't, And there were no more men in the world. I hope so, that I may revenge thy peevishness. I am as ticklish. Done! Seal and deliver. Each others now by conquest, come lets to e'm If you should false now. I am much honoured. Frank Tryer is melancholy, how hast thou sped? On what terms? Yes you may be a guest sir, and be welcome. Is not this the gentleman made you dance. I'll know't by a kiss, Better then any Doctor by her urine, Be merry with thy Cow, farewell! come Frank, That wit and good clothes should infect a woman. You're a strange gentlewoman! why, look you Lady? I am not so enchanted with your virtues But I do know my self, and at what distance To look upon such Mistress's, I can be scurvely conditioned, you are—