CALLOW

Hum. Hum. Hum. Your pardon my good Lord. Hum. Hum. Oh sweet Lady. I had a hard heart else. Silence Lady is the best partly of Wisdom. Why Lady, I can talk. Not I, I'll assure you I come not of the kind. Nay, believe it Lady, I will not talk much: but if I list to talk, I have a Tongue that can talk much, and loud, as another Man. But talk's but talk, therefore I use it not: but for your sake, sweet Lady, it may be that I will find a Tongue to talk of something; and that same something must be of you, or else it's nothing. Why let them sing, Song is but Song, no more then Talk's but Talk; yet Talk does well, where Talk is well regarded, otherwise it's lost: And I have been a Talker in my time, and will be so again, to give content to such a Lady as does love to talk, or knows what talk is, and can talk her self; else it's much better for to hold ones peace: For I have heretofore been a great Talker, and foolish Ladies that understood me not, have prayed me hold my peace, and they would love me; joust as you now, on the contrary, pray me to talk, and not to hold my peace, and then you'd love me. What is the matter? Why do you say so? For this Tongue of mine shall be pulled out, and thrown unto the Dogs, or to the Hawks, before it shall offend your dainty Ears, that love to hear a Tongue talk as a Tongue should do, of Wit and Beauty, and Beauty and Wit, which do abound in you. Believe it Lady, but it is; it's fit that you should hear, and I should talk, the Subject being You, and I the Talker. Wherefore have Ladies Beauty, and Men Eyes and Tongues, but to behold that Beauty, and then talk of it. I do proclaim him here a Dunce, a Sot, that ha a Tongue, and cannot talk of you: nay, though he had never a Tongue, yet he might think a talk; and that, though not as good, might serve for talk. I, another time, and then weel talk four or five hours together. What was that? Hum. Hum If my Taylor had not been a Knave— But— What ail you, Lady? Me thinks sirrah, since my tongue brake lose, I take and infinite pleasure in't, how thinks thou? It shall run before any men bound for a wager. My honourable Lord, how does the great Duchess, Your sister? With the rest of your kindred and acquaintance that boar the Court before them. And mangy ones to, are we not? Would, would, prithee laugh at him. Hang him, he dares not within the confines of the Court. Why, come then lets go back again? For my own partly, I donnot care for quarreling there we may be bold, though my Lord, I have a poor sister I would prefer to cut your Honours toes. I donnot Like this. It did me more good then my dinner, I protest, to see her transported to prison again. I wonder he is not taken yet, heel Fadoudle at the Gallows, I believe when so ere he is, for I told the Duke what a saucy companion he was. How now, whats that? Nay, I know not: Who was that said, who was that? You, who are you? 'Tis the spirit of some Porter, and wipes her with his Frock. And so will I. Why do you not draw? Hark, the voice asked why we do not draw. And so will I to—See yonders a compa nigh of Gentlemen, lets fly to them for succour: Are you walking. Wee'd be glad of your company. And plays upon us Like a Flute backward, and forward. No, It may be you are valiant and would strike a gain, but we are tender hearted, and ten to one, but it knows as much. Yes sir, your way is ours now how ever. Sirrah I think it was much hereabout that we met with the taking voice that kicked us? Something crossed my Nose. No 'tis nothing but the Due falls I think. A Poxont, I am paid again. Would, would, would. But why do you laugh my Lord? would, would. For nothing, for nothing, come prithee lets go. Which is my Antagonist? When my talking time comes I will thank you Lady in language. Mark how my challenge goes, 'twas not to talk sense only, but longest, fastest, loudest, and you our talk me that way, I'll give you my tongue and every tooth I have to make trorters on, for I was born and 1 page duplicate 1 page duplicate bred and nursed a talker, and of my quality, this Lady has had some small experience, for I did promise her to prove a talker, and for her sake do now profess, and practiced and 'tis in vain for any creature to contend with me,—I have put down the Lawyers of all Nations, and all woe men, Gossips at Christenings, after they have drunk wine the Midwife being there, words flow out of my mouth Like water from the Clouds, to make a deluge, to drown all voices but my own, which drums nor trumpets, nor a Sea flight can do. Oh. Talk? If I have breath, enough to live, I care not. I had not fair play shew'ne me, (uersaires Lawful let it be then, but if ever I challenge a man of his hands, to a trial of skill with the tongue again, I'll forswear talking all days of my life, and that I would be loath to do—If I donnot feel the very breath that should have been spent in words upwards, to twat tle downward, I am avillaine.