EUDORA

I thank Venus I have, ever since he came. I much doubt that Sir, It were rather a presumpti on to take him, being of the blood Viceroiall. But offered beware is not so sweet you know. They are the graces of the Viceroy that woo me, not your Lord ships, and I conceive it should be neither Honour nor Plea sure to you, to be taken in for and other men favours. I have herd so indeed, my Lord, unless it be and other men. Nor Temples I think neither; I believe we shall have a God of him. How now base companion? And does that beseem my servant? One that waited on my board? How darest thou come to me with such a thought? Love me? love my dog. Kennel without with him, intrude not here. What is it thou presumest on? In your saucy opinion Sir, and sirrah too; get gone; and let this malipert humour return thee no more, for a before heaven I'll have thee tossed in blankets. What rudeness is this? Thou wrongest the noble Gentleman. Quit the House of him by 'thead and Soul dears. What is he made of? or what Devil sees your chil dish, and effeminate spirits in him, that thus ye shun him? Free us of thy sighed; Be gone, or I protest thy life shall go. Do not come again. If he shall dare to come again, I charge you shut doors upon him. I hope, wise Sir, a Guard will keep him out. Thou liest base Ass; One man enforce a Guard? I'll turn ye all away (by our Isles Goddess) If he but set a foot within my Gates. What Tenant? what's her name? Arsace? what the Bawd? Out Ass, knowest not thou the Pandresse Arsace ? This jewel? how came she by such a jewel? She has had great Customers. Alas for your great Rend: I'll keep her jewel, and keep you her out, ye were best: speak to me for a Pan dress? Undone? How comes my Honour in question? Bring her to me. Stand you off I pray: How dare you Mistress importune access to me thus, considering the last warning I gave for your absence? I? have you left it then? Out on thee Impudent. Is this the reformed life thou talkest on? You get these jewels with charity, no doubt. But whats the point in which my Honour stands endangered I pray? I take him to husband? Let him be the Devil; I abhor his thought, and could I be informed particularly of any of these slanderers of mine Honour, he should as dearly dare it, as any thing wherein his life were endangered. What tellest thou me of his love? I tell thee I ab horre him; and destiny must have and other mould for my thoughts, then Nature or mine Honour, and a Witchcraft above both, to transform me to and other shape, as soon as to and other conceit of him. Go to, be gone. Manhood, quoth you? Go to, no more. Well be gone I bid thee. I pray thee go thy ways, and let me see this refor mansion you pretend continued. Here's a complaint as strange as my Suitor. Yet again? These sorts of licentious persons, when they are once reclaimed, are most vehement against licence. But it is the course of the world to dispraise faults & use them; that so we may use them the safer. What might a wise Widow resolve upon this point now? Contentment is the end of all wordly beings: Beshrew her; would she had spared her news. Exit. WHats the matter? whose that, you say, is come? Why thou flering Ass thou. Did not I forbid his approach by all the charge and duty of thy service? By heaven I'll discharge my house of ye all. Oh incredible boldness! Well noted Gander; and what of that? Thus every fool mocks my poor Suitor. Tell me thou most frontless of all me, didst thou (when thou hadst means to note me best) ever observe so base a tem per in me, as to give any glance at stooping to my Vas shall? Or am I now so skant of worthy Suitors, that may advance mine honour; advance my estate; strengthen my alliance (if I list to wed) that I must stoop to make my foot my head. Most fitly thou resemblest thy self to that violent Atlas, that claimed all other men's possessions as his own by his mere valour. For what less hast thou done? Come into my house, beat away these Honourable persons? Oh most prodigious audaciousness! But hast thou no shame? No sense of what disdain I showed thee in my last entertainment? chasing thee from my presence, and charging thy duty, not to attempt the Like intrusion for thy life; and darest thou yet approach me in this unmannerly manner? No question this desperate boldness can not choose but go accompanied with other infinite rudenesses. If shame can not restrain thee, tell me yet if any brainless fool would have tempted the danger attending thy approach. Oh Gods: I protest thou dost more and more make me admire thee. What wouldst thou have me know? what seeks thy coming? why dost thou hant me thus? Pen and Inkhorn I thank thee. This you learned when you were a Servingman. Thy vows are as vain as a Ruffians oaths; as come mon as the air; and as cheap as the dust. How many of the light huswives, thy Muses, hath thy love promised this service beside, I pray thee? I see words will never free me of thy boldness, and will therefore now use blows; and those of the mor tallest enforcement. Let it suffice Sir, that all this time, and to this place, you enjoy your safety; keep back: No one foot follow me further; for I protest to thee, the next threshold passed, lets pass a prepared Ambush to thy latest breath. Exit. Eved. COme sister, now we must exchange that name For stranger Titles, let's dispose our selves To entertain these Syluane Revellers. That come to grace our loved Nuptials, I fear me we must all turn Nymphs to night, To side those sprightly wood-Gods in their dances; Can you doo't nimbly sister? slight what ail you, are you not well? But your looks, me thinks, are cloudy; suiting all the Sunshine of this clear honour to your husbands house. Is there ought here that sorts not with your liking? Jealous? of what? of every little journey? Mere fancy then is wanton; and does cast At those sleight dangers there, too doting glances; Misgiving minds ever provoke mischances: Shines not the Sun in his way bright as here? Is not the air as good? what hazard doubt you? True, and the shrewdest thou hast reckend us. Good sister, these cares fit young married wives. Take your place worthiest servant. Hear him my Lord; presumptions oftentimes, (Though likely grounded) reach not to the truth. And Truth is oft abused by likelihood. Let him be herd my Lord. Not hear him my Lord? Yours if you please my Lord. Your Lordship will give me but a word in private.