RASH

How now! what have we here, a Sonnet and a Satire coupled together Like my Ladies Dog and her Munkie; As little children &c. Now in the name of Cupid, what wantest thou, a pi geon, a dove, a mate, a turtle, dost love fowl, would? Oh no, she's fairer thrice then is the Queen, Whom beauteous Venus called is by name, pre thee let me know what she is thou love, that I may shunae her, if I should chance to meet her. No not I, I protest. How! my sister? Now God bless the man, he had better choose a wench that has been born and bred in and alley, her tongue is a perpe tuall motion, Thought is not so swift as it is; and for pride, the woman that had her Ruff poked by the devil, is but a Puri tan to her, thou couldst never have fastened thy affection on a worse subject, shee'l flout faster then a court-waiting woman in progress, any man that comes in the way of honesty does she set her mark upon, that is, a villainous leaft; for she is a kind of Poetess, and will make Ballads upon the calves of your legs: I pre thee let her alone, shee'l never make a good wife for any man unless it be a Leather dresser; for perhaps he, in time, may turn her. I may tell thee in thine ear, I am glad to hear what I do; I pray God send her no worse husband, nor he no worse wife: do you hear love, will you take your Cloak and Rapier, and walk abroad into some wholesome air? I do much fear thy infection, good council I see will do no good on thee, but pursue the end, and to thy thoughts, I'll prove a faithful friend. Save you, sweet creatures of beauty, save you: How now old Belzebub, how dost thou? I would my lamentable complaining Lover had been here, here had been a Supersede as for his melan choly, and i'faith Frank I am glad my father has turned over his shop to thee, I hope I, or any friend of mine, shall have so much credit with thee, as to stand in thy books for a suit of Satin. Why God a mercy Frank, what, shall's to dice? Why there spoke a gingling Boy. Primero! why I thought thou hadst not been so much gamester as to play at it. And excellent humour i'faith. This is no angry, nor no roaring boy, but a blustering boy; now Eolus defend us, what puffs are these? Equal Fortune's befall you Gallants. What's your game, Gleek? Thou hast a wild hand indeed: thy small cards show Like a troop of rebels, and the knave of Clubs their chief Leader. How go the stocks Gentlemen, what's wone or lost? Frank, welcome by this hand, how dost lad? Why fat and plump Like thy geldings: thou givest them both good provender It seems, go to, thou art one of the maddest wags, Of a Citizen 'ith town , the whole company talks of thee already. Why there spoke a courageous Boy. A fresh Gamester, M. Bubble, God save you. Excellent acquaintance, they shall be the Gemini. From the madcap, I know by the hand. Witty rascal, I must needs away. Why the lovers can not agree, thou shalt along with me, and know all. Nay, he's a stranger, I know him not. The devil it is as soon: and what's his purpose in this disguise? By my faith he draws apace. Why how now Frank, what hast lost? Frank, better fortune befa'l thee: and Gentlemen, I must take my leave, for I must leave you. Indeed I must. Farewell. Exeunt Rash & Long. Why I commend thee Girl, thou speakest as thou thinkest, thy tongue and thy heart are Relatives, and thou Wertenberg not my sister, I should at this time fallen in love with thee. This same plain dealing is a Jewel in thee. Tha'rt a good wench i'faith, I should never be asha med to call thee sister, though thou shouldst marry a Broom man: but your lover me thinks is over tedious. Close, close, for the prosecution of the plot, wench, See he prepares. Sfoot, she plays the terrible tyrannizing Tamberlain over him, this it is to turn Turk, from a most absolute come pleat Gentleman, to a most absurd ridiculous and found lo ver. Do you hear, you drunkard in love, come in to S and be ruled, you would little think , that the wench that talked so souruily out of the window there, is more inamo read on thee then thou on her: nay, look you now, see if he turn not away slighting our good council: I am no Chri stian if she do not sighs, whine, and grow sick for thee: look you sir, I will bring you in good witness against her. Well this instruction comes too late now, Stand you close, and let me prosecute my invention, Sister, Oh sister, wake, arise sister. How can you sleep so found, and hear such groans, So horrid and so tedious to the ear, That I was frighted hither by the found? Oh sister, here lies a Gentleman that loved you too dearly, And himself too ill, as by his death appears, I can report no further without tears; Assist me now. Did not I tell you 'twould take, down sir down. No matter for blood, I'll not suffer her to come near him, till the plot have taken his full height. Here, here, lie still, she comes, Now Mereurie, be propitious. Yonder lies Geraldine. Because, unworthy as thou art, thou shalt not see The man now dead, whom living thou didst scorn, The worst partly that he had, deserved thy best, But yet contemned, deluded, mocked, despised by you, Unfit for aught but for the general mark Which you were made for, men creation. Well, I am contented you shall touch his lips, But neither see his face nor yet his wound, Nay, I have sworn it to the contrary: Nay, hark you further yet. But one kiss, no more. Marry this liberty I'll give you, If you intend to make my speech of repentance Over him, I am content, so it be short. Why how now sister? No? I'll try that, come dead man, awake, up with your bag and baggage, and let's have no more fooling. Live? faith I, Why should he not? he was never dead, That I know on. Well, thou art a mad wench, and there's no more to be done at this time, but as we brought you together, so to partly you, you must not lie at rack and manger: there be those within, that will forbid the banes, Time must shake good For tune by the hand, before you two must be great, specially you sister; come leave swearing. Must you partly? why how think you? vdsfoote, I do think we shall have as much to do to get her from him, as we had to bring her to him: this love of women is of a strange quality, and has more tricks then a Juggler. Lord who'ld think it? Yes sir, and have made bold to bring a Guist along. And how does my little Asinus and his Tu quoque here? O you pretty sweet-faced rogues, that for your countenances might be Alexander and Lodwicke: What says the old man to you? wil't be a match? shall we call Brother's? Why you courageous Boys, and worthy Wenches, made out of Wax. But what shall's do when we have dinde, shall's go see a Play? A good resolution, continue it: nay on? Oh while you live, men before women: Custom hath placed it so. Farewell M. Scattergood: Come Lover, you're too busy here, I must tutor ye: Cast not your eye at the table on each other, my Father will spy you without Spectacles, He is a shrewd observer: do you hear me? Come then go we together, let the Wenches alone. Do you see yonder fellow? I'll give you him within, he must not now be thought on: but you shall know him. Exit Rash. & Gerald. Well, this Love is a troublesome thing, Jupiter bless me out of his fingers: ther's no estate can rest for him: He runs through all Countries, will travel through the I'll of Man in a minute; but never is quiet till he come into Middlesex, and there keeps his Christmas: 'Tis his habitation, his mansion, from whence, Heel never out, till he be fierd. And make me cry, Oh eyes no eyes, but two celesti all Stars! A pox ont, Idem as leave hear a fellow sing throng the nose. How now Wench Which makes thee as Sprightly as the Treble. Now dost thou play thy prize: here's the honourable Sciense one against another: Do you hear Lover, the thing is done you wot off; you shall have your Wench alone without any disturbance: now if you can do any good, why so, the Silver Game be yours, weel stand by and give aim, and hallow if you hit the Clout. But you must not do thus to her, for she's a subtle flouting rogue, that will laugh you out of countenance, if you solicit her ceriously: No, talk me to her wantonly, flightly & carelessly, and perhaps so you may prevail as much with her, as wind does with a Sail, carry her whither thou wilt, Bully. Do so. And see she appears; fallen you two off from us, Let us two walk together. Sister, you're well met, Here's a Gentleman desires to be acquainted with you. You have your desire sir, I'll leave you; Grapple with her as you can. How, not speak? Well, and what would you have me do? And what then? I, so you said before, Give you but opportunity, And let you alone, you'd desire no more: but come, I'll try my cunning for you: See what I can do. How do you Sister, I am sorry to hear you are not well, This Gent. tells me you have lost your tongue, I pray lels see? If you can but make signs whereabout you lost it, Weel go & look fort': in good faith Sister, you look very pale, In my conscience 'tis for grief: will you have Any comfortable Drinks sent for, this is not the way; Come walk, seem earnest in discourse, cast not and eye Towards her, and you shall see weakness work it self. Look to your self Sir, The Brazen head has spoke, and I must leave you. Why how now man? Well, what would you have me do? And what then? This is very good I faith, first give thee but oppertu nitie, and let thee alone: then make her but Speak, and let Thee alone: now make her hold her tongue, and then Let her alone: By my torth I think I were best to let Thee alone indeed: but come, follow me, The Wildcat shall not carry it so away, Walk, walk, as we did. A Woman's tongue I see, is Like a Bell, That once being set a going, goes it self. When will your tongue be weary? How never? Come talk, and I'll talk with you, I'll try the ninble footmanship of your tongue; And if you can out-talke me, yours be the victory. Vds'foot, I'll follow her as long as I have any breath. We will be mindful of you sir, fare you well. Zounds, and you had talked as much as I did, you would be tired I warrant: What, is she gone in? I'll to her a gain while my tongue is warm: and if I thought I should be used to this exercise I wouldst eat every morning and ounce of Lickorish. Exit. How, the Italian fashion ? Zounds, he has dressed him rarely The neither partly of him I think is he, But what the upper partly is, I know not. The tother Hobbyhorse I perceive is not forgotten. As how, for Gods sake? Will you both kiss then upon the bargain, Here's two couple on you; God give you joy, I wish well to you, and I see 'tis all the good that I can do you: And so to your shifts I leave you. Why what would you have me do, you mean to run away together, would you would me run with you, and so lose my Inheritance: no, trudge, trudge with your backs to me, and your bellies to them: away. By my troth, and I think so too: you love one anon there in the way of Matrimony, do you not? What else man? why 'tis a question to be asked; For I can assure you, there is and other kind of love: But come follow me, I must be your good Angel still: 'Tis in this brain how to prevent my Father, and his brace Of Beagles: you shall none of you be bid to night: Follow but my direction, if I bring you not, To have and to hold, for better for worse, let me be held and Eunuch in wit, and one that was never Father to a good Feast. Well, if you be, it will be your own another day. Come follow me. Softly Boy, softly, you think you are upon firm ground, but it is dangerous; you'll never make a good thief, you rogue, till you learn to creep upon all four: if I do not swear with going this pace: every thing I see, me thinks, should be my father in his white beard. Well said Logic, sister, I pray lay hold of him, For the man I see is able to give the Watch and answer, if they Enter Spendall, Widow, and Phillis. should come upon him with Interrogatories: zownds we are discovered, boy, come up close, and use the property of your Lanthorn: what dumb show should this be? What a night of conspiracy is here, more villainy there's another goodly mutton going, my father I fleeced of all, grief will give him a box i'faith, but it's no great matter, I shall inherit the sooner, nay soft sir, you shall not pass e so cur rant with the matter, I'll shake you alittle: who goes there? One that has some reason for't. Pray where do you dwell? not in town I hope. And you'll be married you know not when, zownds it were a Christian deed to stop thee in thy journey: hast thou no more spirit in thee, but to let thy tongue betray thee. Sup pose I had been a Constable, you had been in a fine taking, had you not! Yes, here's four or five faces more, but never and ill one, though never and excellent good one, Boy, up wish your lanthorn of light, and show him his associates, all running a way with the flesh as thou art, go yoke together, you may be oxen one day, and draw all together in a plough, go march together, the Parson stays for you, pay him royally, come, give me the Lanthorn, for you have light sufficient, for night has put off his black Cap, and salut S the morn, now fare well my little children of Cupid, that walk by two and two as if you went a feasting: let me hear no more words, but be gone. I, you may cry farewell, but if my father should know of my villainy, how should I fare then? but all's one, I would done my sisters good, my friends good, and my self good, and a ge nerall good is always to be respected before a particular, ther's eight score pounds a year saved, by the conveyance of this widow, I hear footsteps, now darkness take me into thy arms, and deliver me from discovery. Exit. Who's that keeps such a knocking, are you mad? Why it's not two a clock yet. Now have I a quartane ague upon me. Gentles, I hope, that well my labour ends, All that I did was but to please my friends.