MARY

I prithee tell me Brabo, what Planet thinkest thou governed at my conception, that I live thus openly to the world? She that with kisses can both kill & cure, That lives by love, that swears by nothing else But by a kiss, which is no common oath: That lives by lying, and yet oft tells truth; That takes most pleasure when she takes most pains: She's a good wench my boy, and such am I. I prithee leave us, we would be alone. Oh this same swaggerer is the bulwark of my reputa cion But Mistress Splay, now to your lecture that you promised me: It is indeed. Forward good mother Splay. Soft who comes here? begone good Mistress Splay, Of thy rules practice this is my first day. What to do Master? I had rather afford you some love to leave me. I pray you what are you sir? How should I know that? Are you not Master Arthur? Not Mistress Marry, but Marry and your handmaid, sweet Master Arthur. That I take your love in good partly, my thanks shall speak for me: that I am pleased with your kiss, this interest of and other shall certify you: and that I accept your gift, my prostrate service and self shall witness with me. My love, my lips, and sweet self, are at your service: wilt please you to come near sir? 'Tis news M. Arthur to see you in such a place, How does your wife? I pray forbear sir, for here comes my Love, Good sir for this time leave me: by this kiss You cannot ask the question at my hands I will deny you: pray you get you gone. Sweet adieu: Alas poor fool, the Pedants mad for love, Thinks me more mad that I would marry him: He's come to watch me with a rusty bill, To keep my friends away by force of arms, I will not see him but stand still aside, And here observe him what he means to do. Oh we should see you make a goodly fray. Marry come up you blockhead, you great ass, What wouldst thou have me marry with a devil, But peace, no more, here comes the silly fool That we so long have set our lime-twigs for, Be gone, and leave me to entangle him. Oh good master Arthur, where have you be this week, this month, this year? This year said I? where have you be this age? Unto a Lover every minute seems time out of mind. How should I think you love me, That can endure to stay so long from me? I true, you did, but since you saw me not, At twelve a clock you parted from my house, And now 'tis morning, and new strucken seven. Seven hours thou staidest from ̄ me, why didst thou so? They are my seven years Prenticeship of woe. I you are soon enforced, fool that I am, To dote on one that nought respecteth me: 'Tis but my fortune, I am born to bear it, And every one shall have their destiny. These news revive me, & do somewhat ease The thought that was new got to my heart. But shall it be to night? Nay then I see thou love me, & I find By this last motio ̄ , thou art grown more kind. I so I hope it will but as for mine, That with my age shall day by day decline. Come shall we go? Not have my will, yes I will have my will, Shall I not go abroad but when you please? Can I not now and then meet with my friends, But at my coming home you will control me? Marry come up. Why you Jack sauce, you Cuckold, you what not, What am not I of age sufficient To go and come still when my pleasure serves, But must I have you sir to question me? Not have my will? yes I will have my will. A slave? nay worse, dost thou maintain my man, And this my maid? 'tis I maintain them both. I am thy wife, I will not be dressed so While thy Gold lasts, but then most willingly I will bequeathe thee to flat beggary. I do already hate thee, do thy worst, Nay touch me if thou darest: what shall he beat me? Now Arthur, if I knew What in this world would most torment thy soul, That I would do: would all my evil usage Could make thee straight despair, and hang thy self. Now I remember, where is Arthurs man Pipkin, that slave? go turn him out of doors, None that loves Arthur, shall have houseroom here. Yonder he comes, Brabo discard the fellow. When I have had my humour. It is my humour. How poisoned her! accursed murderer, I'll ring this fatal alarm in all ears, Then which what greater instance of my hate. Villain no, thoult poison me as thou hast poisoned her. Pursue the murderer, apprehend him strait. This villain Arthur poisoned his first wife, Which he in secret hath confessed to me: Go and fetch war nts from the Justices To attach the murderer, he once hanged and dead, His wealth is mine: pursue the slave thats dead. If all the world else would forgive the deed, Yet would I earnestly putsue the law. Why stay you then, give judgement on the slave, Whose shameless life deserves a shameful graven. What do I see, lives Arthurs wife again? Nay then I labour for his death in vain. I thank you Mistress Arthur, now by my little ho nesty, It much repents me to wrong so chaste a woman. If you will needs, but I shall do you wrong to take your place. I thank you sir, Mistress this draught shall be To him that loves both you and me. Sir, if it be not too much trouble to you, Let me entreat that kindness at your hands. I am a fool, and so you make me too, These tears were better kept, then spent in waste, On one that neither tenders them nor me: What remedy, but if I chance to die, Or to miscarry with that I go withal, I'll take my death that thou art cause thereof. You told me, that when your wife was dead, You would forsake all others, and take me. What shall he Brabo, shall he Mistress Splay? 'Tis but because I am seated in your place, Which is frequented seldom with true mirth.