WINFIELD

My honoured Knights, and men of lusty kindred. Morrow to all Gentlemen, I'll tell you Who is returned? A friend of ours that went to travel. I saw him within these three minutes, and know not how I Lost him again, he's not far off, dee keep a Catalogue Of your debts. Such dulness in your memory, there was About six months ago a Gentleman That was persuaded to fell all his land, And to put the money out most wisely, To have for one at his return from Venice, The shotten Herring, is hard by. It will be for your honour, marry we Without much stain, may happily compound, And pay him nothing. Here comes the thing With what formality he treads, and talks, And manageth a toothpick Like a Statesman. Dee not know him, 'tis the Court dancing Weesill. A mere French footman Sir, does he not look Like a thing come off oth' Saltsellar. I'll speak to him, Y are welcome home sir. He wonot know me, this is excellent, He shall be acquainted better, ere I partly With any sums. Well. A Countess. Good morrow to your Lordship. You had not else been kin to him. He is the Ladies Idol, they would not leisure To say their prayers for him, a great advancer Of the new Ball. But tother Gentleman you do not know his inside. Who! he's the wit, whom your Nobility Are much obliged to for his company, He has a railing genius, and they cherish it, Fling dirt in every face when he's ith' humour, And they must laugh, and thank him, he is dead else. Or loose their mirth, he's known in every science, And can abuse em all, some would supposed He has a worm inns brain, which at some time Oth' Moon does ravish him into perfect madness, And then he prophecies, and will depose The Empeorr, and set up Bethlehem Gabre. His father shanot escape him nor his ghost, Nor heaven, nor hell, his jest must would free passage, He's gone, and I loose time to talk on him, Farewell, Your Countess May expect too long, Farewell Coronel. Exeunt. A Pox upon him, what makes he in my way. Que dite vous mounsieur. A wy, J ne pa parlee L'anglois, There were five English pieces. J ne parley L'anglois, me speak no word English, Votre seviteur. Exit. I thank you Lady. He was my friend, forget it. Whose command I wait. Without dispute, I obey you Lady. Now is my turn Madam. Gone whither? She jeares me already, no Lady I'm already Engaged to a siege at home, and till that service Be over, I inquire no new employments. A Citadel, That several forces are set down before, And all is entrenched. A woman. Ostend was sooner taken then her fort Is Like to be for any thing I perceive. Her provision May fail her, but she is devilish obstinate, She fears nor fire nor famine. Lucina. Lady, you sent for me. So so, I did expect no good, Why did not I strike her, but I'll do something, And be with you to bring before you think out, Malice and Mercury assist me. Exit. As I could wish noble Mr. Bostock, Nay nay a word. What all met so happily? and how my Sparks of honour? When saw, you our Mistress Lady Lucina. None of you see her to day? I may as soon marry the Moon, and get Children on her, I see her not this three days, 'Tis very strange, I was to present my service This morning. I cannot tell, but theres small sign of victory, And yet me thinks you should not be neglected, If the Fens go forward, and your Iron Mills. Some are industrious, And have the excellent skill to cast brass buttons. How will you fell your vinegar a pint, The Patent something saucy. Had not you a head once, Of hair I mean, favours would gleaned too much, If Ladies will would bracelets, let they stay Till the next crop. You may do much, and yet I could desire You were less honourable, for though you have Blood of a deoper crimson, the good Lady Out of her love could wish you were a thing Beneath a foot man, and that you had no kindred But Knights oth' post. Nay pardon me, In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a son oth' people. Under the Rose there was a gentleman Came in at the Wicker, these are tales of which The Greeks have store, fair Hope's Gentlemen. Nay I'll no whispering, what I say to one Will concern every man, she has made You coxcombs. And more then does appears yet I had my share. But you shall pardon me, I'll conceal The particulars of her bountiful abuses To me, let it suffice I know we are all Jeered most abominably, I stood behind The hangings when she signed your several passes, And had my own at last worse than the Constables, That this is true, you shall have more than oath, I'll join we in revenge, and if you wonot, I will doe't alone. 'Tis the best way, and if you love me gentlemen, Engage me, I deserve this favour for my Discovery, I'll swear her into hell. If they consent. But lets us all together, I'll not be barred, Now and then to enterpose and oath, As I shall find occasion. Let away. Youd make more on him. Be confident she shall endure it. That was well said. That spirit of flesh and blood was well enforced. 'Tis time, and that you may Not want encouragement take that. You shall know presently, dare but lift thy voice To fright this Lady, or but ask thy pardon, My sword shall rip thy body for thy partly, And nail it on her threshold, or if you, The proudest offer but in looks to justify The baseness of this wretch your souls shall answer't. O impudence unheard, pardon Madam My tedious silence, the affront grew up So fast I durst not trust my understanding That any gentleman could attempt so much Dishonour to a Lady of your goodness; Was this your project to make me appear Guilty of that I hate beyond all sacrilege, Was it for this you prayed my company, You todpoles? 'tis your presence charms my sword, Or they shall quickly pay their forfeit lives, No Altar could protect they. Say, shall I yet be active? Live to be Your own vexations then till you be mad, And then remove your self with your own garters. You shannot go before I know from whose Brain this proceeded, you are the mirth, Was ever civil Lady so abused In her own house by ingrateful horseleeches? Could your corrupted nature's find no way But this to recompense her noble favours, Her courteous entertainments, would any Heathens done Like to you? admit she was So just to say she could see nothing in you Worthy her dearer thoughts as to say truth, How could a creature of her wit and judgement Not see how poor and miserable things You are at best? must you impudent In such a loud, and peremptory manner, Disturb the quiet of her thoughts and dwelling Gentlemen rather hinds scarce fit to mix, Unless you mend her manners with her drudges. What did I tell you? Be gone, least I forget my self. Ya've more than satisfied my service in Acknowledgement: disdain cannot provoke Me to be so insolent. I can forget your last neglect, if you Think me not too unworthy to expect Some favour from you. Why as As a servant should that is ambitious? To call you Mistress, till the happier title Of wife crown his desires. As far as a poor life could speak my service. Body enough I hope to please a Lady To my fortune. Though if hold no comparison with your, It keeps me Like a gentleman. You honour me in this, Theres hope, if I can take a way that care, You may be mine. Honest, how dee mean? What is your meaning Lady? Honest of my body? Your reason why you use me thus? This is a tale of a tub Lady. Is't come to this? I am jeered again, is't possible To be honest at these years, a man of my Complexion, and acquaintance? was ever A gentleman put to this oath before a this fashion? If I would the grace now to forswear my self, Something may be done, and yet 'tis doubtful Sheele have more tricks, if widows be thus coltish, The devil will have a task that goes a wooing. Exit. The stones are pretty. So, so, so, I am Like to speed. And you are sure he's honest? And I came prepared to answer you. That was not I remember in our Covenant, You shannot need. Let it be Venus and Adonis then, Or Ovid's wanton Elieges, Aristotles Problems, Guy of Warwick, or Sir. Beavis, Or if there be a Play Book you Love better, I'll take my oath upon your Epilogue. In good time, You do expect now I should swear Ime honest? What? But I wonot be damned for twenty thousand Such as you are, and every one a million, And I the authority of a Parliament To marry wo'yee all, I wood not buy This flesh now I would sworn. They would find Pages, fools, or Gentlemen-Vshens. Why look upon me Lady, and consider With some discretion what partly about me Does look so tame you should suspect me honest, How old dee think I am? Some ith' world doubted me not so much, At thirteen I was ever plump and forward, My dry Nurse swore at seven, I kissed Like one Of five and twenty, setting that a side, Whats my profession? So examine a whole army, and find one Soldier that hates a handsome woman, we cannot march Without our bag and baggages, and is it possible, When we come home where women's pride, and all Temptation to wantonness abounds We should loose our activity? When we have our pay, We vow no chastity till we marry, Lady 'Tis out of fashion indeed with gentlemen To be honest, and of age together 'tis sufficient, We can provide to take our pleasures too, Without infection, a found body is A treasure I can tell you, yet if that Would satisfy you, I should make no scruple To swear, but otherwise you must pardon us As we must pardon you. Yes you, as if you Ladies had not your vagaries, And martial discipline, as well as we, Your outworks, and redoubts, your court of guard, Your centries, and perdues, sallies, retreats, Pasties, and stratagems, women are all honest, Yes, yes, exceeding honest; let me ask you One question, I'll not put you to your oath, I do allow you Hyde-park, and Spring-Garden, You have a recreation called the Ball, A device transported hither by some Ladies That affect Tenice, what dee play a set? Theres a foul racket kept under the line, Strange words are bandied, and strange revels Madam. Nay, you're all talked of. Why, I thought you had been a Christian? widow Have I not told you enough, you may meet one Will forfeit his conscience, and please you better, Some Silkworm oth' City, or the Court, There be enough will swear away their soul For your estate, but I have no such purpose, The wars will last I hope. Are you in earnest Lady, I would not sworn. In mind. Most religious, Or let me live the Soldiers dishonour, And die the scorn of gentlemen, I would not Space enough in my heart to entertain thee. I confess it. No title can more honour me. How, your children? Hast, faith? Trouble me? no, but it is the first news Lady Of any children. Where. No more? Is it so? and that will keep A Country house, some half a dozen Cows, We shall would cheese and buttermilk, one horse Will serve me, and your man to ride to markets. And watch the Peas, look to the Hay, and talk Of Oats and Stubble, I would been brought up too't, And for a needs can thrash. Ith year, beside my skill in farrowing pigs, O 'tis a wholesome thing to hold the plough, And wade up to the calf ith' dirty furrows Worse than sleeping in a trench, or quagmire, You would not herd me whistle yet. Why? theres it, she does counterfeit, well Lady, Be you in jest or earnest, this is my Resolution I'll marry you, and y'ad forty children, And not a foot of land to your Jointure, heaven Will provide for, and we do our endeavours, Where be the children, come how many boys. How? Sayest thou so? I wood we had a Priest here. Another gintracke. Your dancing business. With all my heart. With Bostock willingly, then tooth Ball, Which for your sake I dare not now suspect, Where union of hearts such Empire brings, Subject's methings are crowned as we as Kings. Exeunt. All happiness to your Lordship, Your cruells are not full set noble Ladies. I think you had enough. What? I kiss your hand sir. Why is Music silent all this while? Has it no voice to bid these Ladies welcome? Then lets toss the Ball. To my wishes, and innocent, and generous recreation. Cunning Gipsy shee'le use me thus too When I come too't?