ELIMINE

Tell us M nippus, Druso, and P lydor, Why all our parents gave you three such charge, To wait on us and over see us still, What do they fear, think you that we would do. Why what is wanton talk. Pray you good servants will you do us the service, To leave us alone a while. Thats my good servant we will straight return. But are we by our selves. Not I God knows I never camewhere they grew yet, Since we are alone lets talk a little merrily, Me thinks I long to know what wanton talk and dalliance is Why let her choose, let us two name it, Do then I warrant thee. God save graven Irus. Indeed we hear your skill can beautify, Beauty it self, and teach dams how to deck, Their heads and bodies fittest to their forms, To their complexions and their countenances. How think you we are tired to tempt men's looks, Being thus Nimphlike is it not too strange, Why turnest thou from us Irus tell my fortune. Thanks for this new S good Irus but disclose, The means to this, if it be possible. I'll do as thou adum sest gentle Irus, And proving this I'll love thee I live. Nought gr ves me Irus but that we are maids. Kept short of all things and have nought to give thee, But take our loves and in the wished proof, Of these high f rtunes thou foretellest us. Nothing we have shall be to deer for thee. This hand my Lord if I may have my choice It is nough my Lord and I am yours. Since I well know my fortune is to have you Now must I leave the leasant maiden chase, In hunting savage beasts with Is S nymphs, And take me to a life which I God knows, Do know no more then how to scale the heavens. Soft Mistress Burgomaister, pray you stay, your heart is greater then your parson far or your state either, do we not know you trow, what woman you are but a Burgomasters wife, And he no wiser then his neighbours ney her, Give me the place according to my calling. No by my faith I am a Countess now, I should have one to go before me bore, And say stand by there to the best of them, And one to come behind and bear my train, Because my hands must not be put unto it. My husbaud is a Lord and passed a Lord, Why he's a what you calt. I think I must not name it. because it comes so near a thing that I know, Why therefore he is and unknown man. You say husband, I may say Lord. Indeed I love my Lord to call me , Better then Madam yet do I not mean , To loose my Ladies, titles at your hands, I may for courtesy and to be termed, A gentle Lady call you sisters still, But you must say and please your Ladishippe, 'Tis thus and so, and as your honour , Yet shall my husband call me wife Like yours, For why made God the husband and the wife, But that those terms should please us more then others New fashion terms I Like not for a man, To call his wife cony, forsooth, and Lamb, And Pork, and Mutton, he as well may say, Twenty are making for me head tires and gowns, Head tires enchased in order Like the stars, Which perfect great and fine cut precious stones, One hath bright Ariadnes Crown in it, Even in the figure it presents in heaven, Another hath the fingers of Diana, And Berenice's ever burning hair, And other hath the bright Andr micam, With both her silver wrists bound to a rock, And Perseus that did loose her and save her life, All set in number and in perfect form, Even Like the Asterismes fixed in heaven, And even as you may see in Moon shine nights, The Moon and Stars reflecting on their streams So from my head shall you see stars take beams, Come up to supper it will become the house wonder full well I know not what to say, My husband makes as if each other night he had occasion, To ride from home at home serves not his turn, To mygood turn it, cupid I beseech you, How dare you Leon thus solicit me, Where if the Count my husband should come now, And see you courting you were sure to die. How can own ensue and ct of shame, Now what a gods name would this vain man have, Do you not shame to tempt a woman thus, I know not what to say nor what to do, He would have me do that I fear I should not, Some thing it is he seeks that he thinks good, And me thinks he should be more wise then I, I am a foolish girl though I be married And know not what to do, the Gods do know. and what then sir. I think the man be weary of his life, Know you the Count my husband. Faith that you re as sure as I my self, So you did talk of gold and Diamonds, Well I'll not bid you sir but if you come, At your own peril for I'll wash my hands. But do you hear sir pray you do not think that I gran ted you. What fallen I pray you. Be not so angry woman you are deceived The dame is mad, I'll stay no longer with her. Why so Menippus. How out of his moveables. Now of mine honour I will be revenged fetch me the Burgomaister Menippus I'll have them both whipped about the town. What shall mine honour do then. My tongue shall have hell and no mercy in it Excellent music excellent m sick. I and it were a good deed to be a little nier too, you make a Count ass of me indeed, as if I were too little for you, but bigness is my fault unless I were a little better used at your hands. I but I cannot be too perfect and the before I'll spoil her perfections that helps to spoil mine I warrant her. I defy you and all the world that can say black is mine eye. He lied Like and old knave as he was and that he shall know the next time these lips open in faith, o wicked perjured man would a worser sclose my secrets I faith what woe man would trust any man a live with her honesty. Pity dread sovereign. I the poor Countess and the widow left, Of late Count Hermes having all my goods, seazd to our late kings use for murder done, Of young prince Dorules humbly pray your grace, I may have somewhat to maintain my state, And this poor but then which I go withal. The hapless Infant of a hapless father. Mine was a husband to my hearts content. But that he used the privilege of men. To take some other love beside his wife Which men think by their custom they may do, Although their wives be strictly bound to them. With this poor widow here the world supposeth. He told us we should soon loose our first loves, Making our second choice amongst greatest kings. Now the great fool take them all who could have, Picked out three such liveless puppies, Never to venture on their mistresses. How with the very word. Nay do you Martia. But virtues sole regard must hold me back. And the Devil take the Instrument, In my eye now the blackest is the fairest, For every woman chooses white and read, Come martial Perus thou shalt have my love. But every pleasure hath a pain they say My husband lies each other night abroad,