KICKSHAW

Yes Madam, but the doublets Satin. It ill done How ere they used him in the University, To send him to his friends thus. 'Tis coming from the College thus, that makes it Dishonourable, while you beware it for Your father, it was commendable, or were Your Aunt dead, you might mourn and justify. If you dare Trust me to serve him. Whom? So sir Let me ask you a question my deer knight, Which is less servile to bring up the Pheasant, And wait, or fit at table uncontrolled And carve to my own appetite? If you'll have my Opinion my Lord, I never saw So sweet, so fair, so rich a piece of nature. I do not love the copies Of any dead, they make me dream of goblins, Give me a living mistress, with but half The beauty of Celestina, come my Lord, 'Tis pity that a Lord of so much flesh Should waste upon a ghost, when they are living Can give you a more honourable consumption. Your Lordship Has a clear eyesight, and can judge and penetrate. I am for Aretina. Prepare his Lady, 'Tis time he were reduced to the old sport, One Lord Like him more would undo the court. Exit. I remember Madam. Nor I Madam. Leave our characters. Madam I had rather you accuse my language For speaking truth, then virtue suffer in My further silence, and it is my wonder That you, whose noble carriage hath deserved All honour, and opinion should now Be guilty of ill manners. Off. De. Despise me not for age, Or this course outside, which I wear not out Of poverty; thy eyes be witness, 'tis No cave or beggars cell tha'rt brought too, let That gold speak here's no want, which thou mayest spend, And find a spring to tire even prodigality If thou be'st wise The devil was a coiner From the beginning, yet the gold looks currant. What? I could have done, whom do you mean? I know you are pleased, but to make sport. This is. But some device, my granam has some trick in't: Yes I can love. A very brave one. The devil shall dive for him Ere I endanger my silk stockings for him, Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engines, When he has drunk his Julip, I shall laugh To see him come in pickeld the next tide. Nor be A fraid at what I say, what think you first Of and old Witch, a strange ill favoured hag That for my company last night, has wrought This cure upon my fortune? I do sweat To think upon her name. This all? We can defame her, if you please My friend shall call her whore or any thing, And never be endangerd to a duel. Nay he spoke Latin to the Lady. How is't Jack ? Pleasures attend you Madam, How does my plant of honour? And my Bucephalus Waits at the door. J cannot help these things, the Fa es will have it, 'Tis not my land does this. 'Tis grown in fashion now with Ladies, When you please isle attend you; Littleworth Come Frederick. Bear up Enter Alexander and Frederick. My little Mirmidan, does not Jack Littleworth Follow? Let him be hanged or drowned alls one to me, Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Bear his wine credibly. And another handsome Lady, I must know her. I would not fright your Ladyship too much At first, but Witches are a kin to Spirits, The truth is— nay if you look pale already, I would done. If you have But courage then to know the truth, isle tell you In one word, my chief friend is the devil. Have a heart, It a she devil too, a most insatiate Abominable devil with a tail Thus long. I kiss your hand. And you modesty, Not to affect the praises of your own. The cocking now has all the noise, I'll have A hundred pieces of one battle, O, These birds of Mars! Why and the pretty Doves are Venusses, To show that kisses draw the Chariot. It becomes our service. 'Tis a rich one. Understand me. I came a purpose. I Madam? where I slept not, it had been sin where so much Delight and beauty was to keep me waking, There is a Lady Madam will be worth Your free society, my conversation Near knew so elegant and brave a soul, With most incomparable flesh and blood, So spirited, so Courtly speaks the Languages, Sings, Dances, plays o'th Lute to admiration, Is fair and paints not, games too, keeps a table, And talks most witty Satire, has a wit Of a clean Mercury. No. Neither. Repent Before I name her, she did never see Yet full sixteen, and age in the opinion Of wise men not contemptible, she ha Mourned out her year too for the honest Knight That had compassion of her youth, and died So timely, such a widow is not common, And now she shines more fresh and tempting Then any natural Virgin. She was Christened Celestina, by her husband The Lady Bellamour, this Ring was hers. Are they not pretty Rubies? it a grace She was pleased to show me, that I might have one Made of the same fashion, for I love All pretty forms. She is full of Jewels Madam, but I am Most taken with the bravery of her mind, Although her garments have all grace and ornament. I come short, No flattery can reach her. And I possess it by my stars benevolence. He's exalted. With your favour we'll wait on you, sitting's but A melancholy exercise without Some company to discourse 'Tis out of fashion. Exeunt. O you are famous by't, and your names up sir. Bellam Maria's picture; she was handsome. Whither is my Lord gone? What this picture? I have seen and tried as many as another With a mortal bac e. J date my Lord venture a suit of clothes, You will be overcome. She is a Lady free in entertainments. Dear Madam. He can endure a cudgeling, and no man Will fight after so fair a satisfaction, But leave us to our Art, and do not limit us. The gentleman on whom you exercise Your thin wit, was a nephew to the Lady Whose guest you are, and though her modesty Look calm on the abuse of one so near Her blood, the affront was impious. Know you? yes we do know you to and atom. You think this Is wit now, come you are— Why you are a woman. Wo'd be thought handsome, and might pass i'th country Upon a market day, but miserably Forfeit to pride and fashions, that if heaven were a new gown, you'd not stay in't a fortnight. Hast any virtue? Or but a good face to excuse that want? That made you proud. You need not to close up the praise, I have seen a better countenance in a Sibyl. Let me ask you a question, how much Have you consumed in expectation That I would love you. You do not sing so well as I imagined, Nor dance, you reel in your coranto, and pinch Your petticoat too hard, y have no good ear Toth' music, and incline too much one shoulder, As you were dancing on the rope, and falling, You speak abominable French, and make A courtesy Like a Dairy maid, not mad? Your state is not so much as 'tis reported When you confer notes, all your husbands debts And your own reconciled— but thats not it Will so much spoil your marriage. Some men do whisper You are not over honest. I am glad 'tis over But I repent no service for you Madam. To me? from whence a Jewel a good preface, Be happy the conclusion. I'll meet, 'Tis some great Lady questionless, that has Taken notice, and would satisfy her appetite. I shall attend you I am not hurt, my patience to obey em Not without fear to would my throat cut else, Did me a courtesy would they brought me 'Tis devilish dark, the bottom of a well At midnight, with but two stars on the top, Were broad day to this darkness, I but think How Like a whirlwind these rogues caught me up And smothered my eyesight, let me see, These may be spirits, and for ought I know Have brought me hither over twenty steeples, Pray heaven they were not Bay iefes; thats more worth My fear, and this a prison, all my debts Reek in my nostril, and my bones begin To ache with fear to be made dice, and yet This is too calm and quiet for a prison; What if the riddle prove I am robbed; and yet I did not feel em search me? How now? music? And a light? What beldame's this, I cannot pray; What art? Honour and fame? the devil means to have A care on's credit, though she sent for me, J hope, she has another customer To do the trick withal, J wood not turn Familiar to a witch. Embrace? she has had no teeth This twenty years, and the next violent cough Brings up her tongue, it cannot possibly Be found at root, I do not think but one Strong sneeze upon her, and well meant would make Her quart rs fallen away, one kick would blow Her up Like gunpowder, and lose all her limbs; She is so cold, and Incubus wood not heat her, Her phlegm would quench a furnace, and her breath Would damp a musket bullet. Although to reverence so grave a matron Were and ambitious word in me, yet since You give me boldness, I do love you. Has she no cloven foot? This does more Confirm she is a devil, and I am Within his own dominions, I must on, Or else be torn a p ces, I have herd These Sum cubi must not be crossed. Have you no sack i'th house, I would go armed Upon this breach. One word Mother, have not you been a Cat in your days? I am preferred, if I Be modest and obey, she cannot have The heart to do me harm, and she were Hecate Herself, I will have a strong faith, and think, I march upon a Mistress, the less evil, If I escape fire now, I defy the devil. Exit. 'Tis Alexander. Madam you gave your Nephew for my pupil, I rea'd but in a tavern, if you'll horror us, The Bear at the bridge foot shall entertain you, A drawer is my Ganim worser, he shall skinke Brisk Nectar to us, we will only have A dozen Partridge in a dish, as many Pheasants, Quails, Cocks and Godwits, shall come marching up Like the trained band, a fort of Sturgeon Shall give most bold defiance to and army, And triumph over the table. Here take your playfellow, I talk of sport, And she would have me marry her. Would would, where thy rapier? 'Thas made thee sober. You had store of fish under water Jack. Carry but the water Spaniel to a grasseplot Where he may roll himself, let him but shake His ears twice in the Sun, and you may grind him Into a posset. And how is't with your Ladyship? you look Without a sunshine in your face. Ends of gold and silver. They were made for me long since, They have known but two bright days upon my back, I had a humour Madam to lay things by, They will serve two days more, I think I would gold enough To go to'th Merc r, I'll now allow my self A suit a week as this, with necessary Dependences, Beaver, silk stockings, garters, And roses in their endue conformity, Boots are forbid a clean leg, but to ride in, My linen every morning comes in new, The old goes too great bellies. I may dine with-thee sometime, or at the Court To meet good company, not for the table, My Clarke o'th Kitchens here, a witty Epicure, A spirit that to please me with whats rare Can fly a hundred mile a day to market, And make me Lord of Fish and Foul, I shall Forget there is a butcher, and to make My footmen nimble, he shall feed on nothing But wings of wildfowl. Therefore I'll have it so, I would sprung a mine. Hang dirty land and Lordship's, I wonot change one lodging I would God For the Chamber of London. There be more games then dice. Now you talk Of Jewels? What do you think of this? You'll honour me to wear't, this other toy I had from you, this chain I borrowed of you, A friend had it in keeping, if your Ladyship Want any sum, you know your friend and Alexander There's gold, I shall have more to morrow. A deer friend I have, She promised we should meet again i'th morning. 'Tis a secret. You have always wished me well, But you shall swear not to reveal the party. No it i'th dark, but she appeared first to me I'th likeness of a Bedlam, and was brought I know not how, nor whither, by two Goblins, More hooded than a Hawk. I for means. Say nothing, I did the best to please her, but as sure As you live, it a Helcat. I found my self the very same in i'th morning, Where two of her familiars had left me. Enter Servant. No words, As you respect my safety, I would told tales Out of the devils school, if it be known I loose a friend, 'tis now about the time I promised her to meet again, at my Return I'll tell you wonders, not a word. Exit. Where Madam? pray lend me a little money, My spirit has deceived me, Proserpine Has broke her word. Not too loud. Then I'm undone. Doo't, and isle forsake the devil, And bring my flesh to obedience; you shall steer me, My Lord — your servant. Madam your pardon. Low as my heart. Sir Thomas I'll sup with you, a partly of satisfaction. When there is mercy in a petticoat, I must turn Pilgrim for some breath. Not Madam Only a to a friend. Your Lordship's busy.