FLAVIA

Faith I Like not this ods of female, and equality were better: yet of both it fitter the woman should undergo the odds, I had rather a said three men to one woman, then two women to one man: heeres Tulley and dressed to Terentia, Terentia drawing near to Tully: hers small comfot left for Flaeuia, well gentles, isle leave you to the Goddess: so ho my Lords, take me with you. Nay, if we should too it again Terentia would grow jealous. What you will, but he smells better then burned Rosemary, as well as a perfuming pan, and every night after his first sleep, writes lovesick sonnets, railing a gainst left handed fortune his foe, that suffers his sweet heart to frown on him so. Faith I dare not venture on him for fear he should be rotten: give me nature, not art. It better my Lord, you did persuade her to think you another Cicero, so you might claim some inte rest in her now and then. Y'oule not bite my Lord? Nor you of Tulley, come if you tell, isle blab. But Cicero is, his never friend, that's as good. Then Flaviam must guard her self: well, use good words, and good Actium, and stalk well before your La die, she's kindey faith, and a litele thing will please her. O fie, it and injury, I could brook my self there before, isle leave you, but be brief, stand not on points, cut them all first, & if you fallen to kissing, kiss not to long for fear you kiss the post. Exit Fie, fie, how tedious you are: yonders great loo king for Tulley, the old Senate has put on his spectacles, and Lentulus and he are turning the leaves of a dog-hay, leaves of a worm eaten Chronicle, and they want Tully's judgement. How now Terentia, in your nine Muses? There's none must plead in your case but and Orator. You faith, are you at it? what is there never a loving tear shed on neither side? nor you? nor you? Tully's are read, come, come you fools, be more brief, I would have buried three husbands before yowl be married. Another brings Letters of commendation from the Constable of the Parish, or the Church warden, of his good behaviour and bringing up, how he could write and read written hand: further, desiring that his Father would request my Father that his Father's Son might marry my Father's Daughter, and heel make her a jointure of a hundred pound a year, and beget three or four fools to boot. No matter so we stand out and close not. Your shoe wrings you Lady. Exit. O I am loaded with suitors: for indeed I am feign to bear with any of them, I have a dumb show of all their pictures, each has sent in his several shadow, and I swear I had rather have them then the substance of any of them. Yes, and their Actium: I have one honest man of the age of forty five or there about, that traverses his ground three mile every morning to speak to me, and when he is come; after the saluting ceremony of how do you Lady, he falls to calculating the nativity of the Moon, prognosticating what fair weather will follow, if it either snow or rain, sometime with a gentle pinch by the fingar, intermixed with the valley of sighs: he falls to discoursing of the prize of peas, and that is as pleasing to me as a stinking breath. Usus promptus facit. Faeminam ludificantur viros, well, forward, Faith the Fates may do as they may, but Teren tiam will never find in her heart to kill him, sheele first bury him quick. Strike hands upon the same, I am yours to command. I'll love with you, isle lie with you, isle love with all my heart, With all my strength, with all my power and virtue: Sealed and delivered in the presence of us: I do, and seal it with this— Yes, a little matrimony. I prithee appoint the time. O, 'tis too intolerable long. Four days is four times four & twenty hours that's too long too. Yes and unready too, in a day and a half. Till then weel feed on conceit, Tully thank me but for your company, I would not tarry so long: come Tully since we shall be married all at one time, weel go to bed so, and he shall be master of the Cock pit, that bids his Gossips first. Exeunt To know what year it was the showers of rain fell in April: As how I prithee? A good policy to praise Cicero, For fear I rob you of your Lentulus. Because I have vowed virginity till I can get a hus band And some were sacrificed as a burned offering to the Gods of Hospitality, were they not?