JULIA

Come in a time I doubt to make you blush. Why what mad conference are you two in? As how? Take him off, why he is not so fierce, me thinks: What, do you weep Brother? A moist Milksop Lover, hang him, on whom Love has no more operation then and Oynion: Why, did not I tell you this was the wrong way, & taught you the right; Lectured unto you according to my own heart, and my heart is made of the same stuff that other Women's are: for shame leave, it is both and ill sighed and and ill sign to see a man drop at the Nose. No; what use then of your handkercher? Some Feather Like a Woman. So. So, so: For he did but so, so, For he did but so, so, and so let her go. Not worse; much about one, as the Collier to the Devil: but what shall we do, shall we not see the Duke? Prythe let's, there requires not much wit about it. If my consent will do't, it's. Yes, I saw him very spruce. Y faith 'twere good—would, would. Why I'll tell thee sirrah. To go Like Milkmaids. By this light if thou dost, thou shalt starve for want of Butter. Give him all to be rid of him. You are resolved then. Why, but he is not a Lord, I hope, Sir? I beseech your Majesty let us depart, these fine men flout us. Udfoot, we shall be whipped anon for this Abuse. Indeed you are better able bear it. A Ditcher an't shall Like you. My life lies on it too. The Courtiers begin to melt, and my mighty Madame knows how to command: I wonder what I shall be? The Dice went equally once in my own opini on for Duchess; but Duchess Mate, that's my comfort. Troth Madame I doubt him too: but if the worst come to the worst, it's but a foolish Lover cast away. She ha sent you a picking. Would the World believe there were such a Man? Pray my Lord tell me your meaning? Sure your Honour had a silent Nurse. He would indeed Seignior: I donnot think, but if his Tongue were clipped, he would talk yet; what think you? Take heed of that, so you may wrong your self. I would my Lord that I could understand you, I do persuade my self then I could love you. Why this is well my Lord, can you go on? Admirable; good my Lord go forward, Talk, and I'll love you infinitely, that is, beyond talk. Let Wisdom go to graven ones, give us Talk, It is Youth's Music, and does stir Affection, As Motion, Heat. Good my Lord talk. Oh my Lord. You will ravish me. I mean you'll overcome me: And if you talk much, I shall entreat you you will hold your peace. Away my Lord, I am bound to stop mine ears; the Sire's sing in you. I will maintain this in him, to make him talk his Lungs our.—O,—O. Would I had never herd this Tongue of yours: But I was cursed to hear it, more to provoke it. Fie, fie, fie, this is not to be endured. The Duchess; good my Lord leave until anon there time. My Lord. He is as great a stranger unto me as to you Ma dame, I never saw him since. You may pray rather he ha not spent his time As Faustus did, and many that are there, In Negromancie, so to perform the Task You have laid on him. Why, have we it not recorded, Faustus did Fetch Bruno is Wife, Duchess of Saxoni In the dead time of Winter, Grapes she longed for? Well, had I been as you, I'de not have laid so deep and Oath vpon't. I obey you Madame. Oh my deer brother. Where is my wretched Mistress? What means this? I am uncapable of this ill language: But suppose I were (my Lord) as you esteem me, Is this a time, when my heart's full of sorrow, Ready to break for their unfortunate fates, To give admittance to so loathed a fact, That never could be tempted in the height Of festivals: and all the soothing flatteries Trust up in vows and glories of a Court. 'Tis wisdom to conceal what I do think, And truth to call thee villain: Oh we are Ruined, all of us are ruined, Oh worthy Sir, how does my brother? Why do you leave him? Oh Sir they lie in you. For next unto the delivery of my Mistress, My brother's welfare is, which you promised. That is his voice, where are you brother? Before me? Trust me I cannot see you. Sir, you may command me, and for his sake, To utmost of my pour, I am bound to you. Oh my deer brother, how you joy my soul To see you up again, in health, and lusty? Sir you are worthy of a better choice, But let me for your own sake thus advise you, If you have entertained any such thought, (As I hope you are wiser) to partly with it; For trust me, this poor heart I carry here, Is not mine own; I do but walk with it, And keep it for another: pray no more Sir, Brother farewell, I shall be wanting to the Duchess. Is that all? They are. I will. As you are unto me; for if you prove The master of your word, I will be over mine the mistress, And though it be a jewel I esteem, I never saw how I could partly with it better. I herd none. Who do you talk to? Farewell. Oh brother we are undone: All's out of joint again As much or rather more then ever. The Duke's in old fit, and the poor Princess Clapped up close prisoner, look to your self Or you are lost. (me Why should you ask a question so frivolous. You know I do. Why alas? brother I did tell this man How hopeless I was, prayed him to desist, And make some better choice. Why if you be so desperate a lover, That you will die for me, think me the Like, That I can die as well for him I love. One that you praised your self into my heart, Although his youth and feature needs no Orator. By Cupid's self I donnot. It's and unreasonable request in you, But yet to show I am not ashamed of him, It is young Bernard. Young Bernard. The same. There is no giving back, welcome my love, And in a time that I did wish for thee; Yet I shall startle you and try your temper: For since I have found away how to infranchise My poor afflicted mistress, I'll be pleasant. Oh but my Bernard, we do never meet With any happiness, but some kind of mischief Mingles still with it, yet 'tis more or less, As you shall make of it, if you might take me now: Why, I were worth your love, for I am yet; (I did not lie much, if I said a Virgin) But without blushing I dare say a Maid. But it is to be lost. But not on him, for so it is not lost, To deal directly with you, I cannot bring, That thing called maiden head, for it is promised. And if you cannot love me without that, Deal plainly then with me, as I with you, And I will look out for another man: Another handsome man a Citizen. That shall make much of me, and not a whit, Love me the worse for want of such a trifle. Oh you are a stout lover to be dejected thus, for such a vanity as a Maidenhead is, you'd ill endure to have your wife run away with another man two or three year together, and afterwards brought home, and a gain accepted with Suppers and with Trumpets. But since it is so estimate a Jewel, Come my Barnard w'eele not partly with it, But lay our heads together how to preserve it. How now? As in the fiction, Giants make war with heaven, But are struck dead, so malice may strike at Virtue; But at last, I see the blow will light where it began. Welcome my Royal mistress, and I hope Unto more comfort, then ever yet the Saxon Court afforded, it bears the likeliest face Upon us now. Away you are a villain, I came back to tell you so: And long life which is a blessing to others, unto thee's a curse: thou shame of such a reverence dost not see, to what a monster lust in thee is grown: at lest in men's imaginations. A man as old in show as time himself, Made up for counsel Like another Nestor: At least in men's imaginations, To be so monstrous Goatishly inclined. Oh fie my Lord! think with your self this ill, Provokes not in the flesh, but in your will: Your blood moves slow and cold and all the fire, That strikes up any heat, is in desire: I blush for you, think of it. Yes to the heart believe it. No. Thy worst: for I will mine, Farewell then, and repent, Nay I will not loose the honour of being the cour ted Lady. Nay, and you give out, you have lost the day. Would I were i'the Country again, I shall run mad here: your tumultuous Courtiers wonnot let me rest; Visitants early and late, and all come about one but sinesse, to tell me I am fair, which I know well enough, yet can be well content to let them swear it. I have the Prayers of all the Mercers, Tailors, Haberdashers, i'the whole City, and their Wives Curses; for not a Man looks that way: I am the Bird, at which each well drawn Courtier shoots his Bolt. Look you, I am spy ed already: They leave all Companies, all Places; upon Service times, the Chapel, if I be not there. Now my tongue-tied Lord, whose Language is i'the Motion of his Neck, I wonder he is not troubled with the Crick: What does your Lordship say? I donnot hear you. Pray away. Lay ofy our wicked hands. Adders and Scorpions shall as soon embrace me, Shall my deer mistress that equally laments: My adverse Fate, which heeres if not about it. And in her tears lies bathed, breaking her sighs : Into as many pieces, as if she strived To number up her sins, which are no more, Then will make truth appear that she must sin, And shall I throw away all thought of her, That altogether thinks of Heaven and me, Whom hourly she solicits and ascends, And calls me along with her in her Prayers, Shall I forget this Lady, and to lust Prostrate my self to him that works her ruin. First, may Heaven point me out, his mark or veng ance. And I unable to avoid the stroke. Be rend and torn as Thunder does and Oak, Keep of. I do know it brother, and do thank him. Heartily thank him, and the Duchess shall, That owes him equally as much as we, Thank him a better way. Pray speak it. Yes believe me, though I have made no noise With h sighs, able to blow up mountains.