LODOWICK

Well Vallentius, and you be caught ith' purlues: and you be not stung for't I'll forswear privacy, and all that belongs too , I have a Girl, the very spirit of what she was made for, and she were honest, she might crave supremacy of Hellen, and make her ride behind. Is she a woman? What is she for a Saint, that stands in the how fair and beautiful: may one of my birth entreat her name and knowledge? Give me your hand, I am yours for better or worse, in all causes, all adventures, my sword and self vow fealty: Is she a wife? Know you Vanderman our great Physician. Yes, and what of this (o would you be ministering therein.) I have you my deer Flora, well take my word she's thine. Why it lies in thine own choice. Thou shalt enjoy her, or I will not live. I speak Like what I am, a Christian, and by that Epe thite, I meant as much as I speak, nor could I think, Val lentius, you of all the men alive, would have mistaken me. 'Tis strange. Come be ruled by me, thou shalt set thy toe in the Doctors stirrup, ride and go a foot at thy pleasure: did she love thee once? Go to, renew thy suit, the fire is not all out, stir up the ashes, and thou dost not find some embers, that will both glow and warm, pawn me for buttered Sack, and let me ne for be worthy redemption. Think not of that, 'tis here my Flora, what man? he's not the first Doctor has worn a corner Cap: come, will you be merry Vallentius, and yowl forsake not this mood, I renounce society. Follow me then, and I drive not this melancholy fit out of thee, I'll never trust my conceit: what, ho Dama zella? Knocks, and Clarislona looks out at the window. He's here that should be here, come down? Yes. The commodity I told you of, there's a Gentleman a friend of yours in love with her. No faith, though you shall hear her swear as much, 'tis our rich heir Signior Stultissimo. That mor fell of men flesh, she cannot Beatrice him a way, he haunts the Eves Like a Sparrow in March, you may hunt flies from honey sooner then him out of her company: now Mistress how stands things with you, when did you play with your fools babble? Bid my friend welcome. Come kiss me? Yes, when I am weary of strength, and foes with my back. So I will When thou leavest thy trade? Yes drink, nothing else. So I were, if I could keep out of your company. Marry mend it then for shame. Shall I be true to thee? I mean honest. I believe that too, but in plain verity. Your bracelet embraces my horses main. No good troth. Faith but little: and yet you're both good bearer. What, shall we have tricks? Now, when, what needs all this, nay, and you powt farewell. Hum, why was not this before, I have seen the Bears. Nay, you must draw nearer, if yowl have your Em bassie answered: how is't Mistress Durable? The worse for you, and your creatures. Shall I have three or four words in private? Whose this secret party, this concealed Champion What have you here, Signior Stuliissimoes man? What, the Plough? This fellows discreet. Leager, Sir. Play at his foolery, come hither Punk. The fellow dreams: Come wake and be thy self. Thou hast nothing but a little wit to live upon. None I think. How now Julio, gold? Thou shalt not want for such a courtesy to do thee good: Ime glad th'art so thriving. No more, no more trouble: Let me see for how long? Who cannot? What's here? Opprobrious Saint, and most Angellicke fiend, Ere I begin, thus do I make and end. I should have been sorry else: Nay silence, or the Proclamation lost. And if thy heart be not patched up in Marble, Hark how my pen does in thy praises warble. Ass, Ass. Cannot you get her Signior Stultissimo? As ever poor man herd. Fie no, they are too violent to come in rhyme. Why, dost thou think me so simple, so ridiculous. What? a cuff or a knock. Whats thy name? Prithee honest Fub, tickle thy self out of our come panies, weel be Fubb'd no longer. Thou knowest my resolution. No faith Have you any wine ith' house? Come, a pox a these devices, hang off: will you drink Vallentius? Where's the Matron? Your Matron Grandum, what will you have it, your Bawd? Nor I. Sir I take you to be a great devourer of Verjuice. You say true Signior, some has twenty: for which they may thank impudence and the art of begging. Ever since in rid in a footcloth, and wore the badge of authority. Ever since you Grannams daughter had a Calf of your age. Yes, and will continue till he's a Bull and horn mad. Leave that to us. This praise were well in me. Shall we about it then? Good, sir, be pacified. Lived there such a wretch, And that I knew him, Let my faith not save me, But I would tear the Viper with my teeth, And Like a rude and savage Cannibal, Eat out his treacherous heart. Who's this comes here, Arbaces? More charity for shame. Well said, old Lad. Good, sir, forbear. Will you be pacified? There's cause for this. And if thou be'st not honest, There's neither pride nor cozenage in this City: If every conscience were well searched, And you did not find Some dainty fine conceited Rogue Has been tempering, Let me return to my Cradle, And be hanged in my swaddling clouts. Yes, and verily believe't. Mark the end, mark the end; Why do you sighs, Signior? Are you troubled with the Cramp? I, a mischief and a vengeance oth' cause, by this sword, nay, fear not man, I am not angry, and I could not judge, well, I say no more: but if he did not walk on Stilts, I do detest eating and drinking, and those are two ne cessaries, a man can hardly live well without them. If I could not have wept when I beheld her, and that was more then I did at the death of my father, I have no be lief in me. No more words, mark the end, mark the end; I say, still mark the end. Not as the wench left the Frenchman in the suds, there's neither mettle nor society in thee; if thou abando nest my company, till we have visited Valentius. Did he not act the madman to the life, was't not well? could ever a Dunsticall Doctor in this Town, have picked falsehood out of his behaviour: he was so mutable, so full of varying tricks (me thinks) I see him yet. Nay, you must go; I have sworn you shall, and (that presently. I will not be denied, refuse me now and ever. What, eschew acquaintanceship? forget, After my most hearty commendations, my very trusty friend, 'Twere sin and shame Tomaso. This time, sometime, other times, and all times, this day, yesterstay, tother day, and every day; no hour amiss, march on, march on. Wondrously spent. Does he not do't well? Would we could. Why, what's the matter? Beware the trap Valentius. Why are you melancholy Signior? Is that it, for the thing you spoke on, you shall not be beholding to the scald peremptory Doctor: Come to my Chamber anon, and I'll give you a powder shall fulfil your request, as well as all the potions or Pills he can devise. Say no more: What's a good jest Signior? How's that? how's that? And his foot too, ere I have done: where's this fellow? another Pottle sirrah. Give me your hand, here's even now to all the invi sible horns i'th' City. A health. To morrow from better to worse? Come, fit round, fit round, to morrow the day? I know him not. Clink boys. Stultus. Tomaso, shall's make a night on't mad lads? The Leaguer, where but a'th' new Leaguer: there's generous entertainment for Gallants of sort at all times: and for entrance trust me my mates. I am as full as a Sponge, I cannot sink up a drop more. But this course is either conscionable, or come dabble. Well, let them rest: So, ho, the Leaguer. Amice. Pecima largienda. Tomaso when's the day? I'm pleased to here't, whose faults this, yours To maso? Couldst not would said so then? where's the Master of the Leaguet? Prithee knock us not down, afore our time; was this certain feast of our making? what a spoil of Poultery has here been? Tom so, I must be beholding to thee for this or dinary. Nine pound six shillings, how could we four de voure so much being half drunk when we came in? Nine pound six shillings, one lay out for all, Come, your purses Gentlemen. Whose fault's this yours Tomaso? Very fain, a good one. Call your fellows, and strip your tools. You are not merry Gentlewomen, Mistress Durable what, no mirth? Nay, hold up, Signior. Come Gentlewomen, shall we have a dance? Tomaso what say you? I would have sworn, it had been Coronation day. Master's, can you play us Gascoynes Whibling? Let's have't. 'Tis true, well remembered. What else my sweet Signior, this is your servant? Boy, another quart, and bring a Reckoning. Here sir. In honester company. Did you go the right way? Mistress to your self, and to our next meeting? How? Come your money, Signior— What's here, I prithee mark Tomaso: Lodwick, I have my desire: fetch me off speedily, lest I cure the Do ctour? yours Vallentius, lest I cure the Doctor. Why, belike he has infused his fit into him, and the Physician's turned Patient? But for Ʋ allentius. What else. Signior, good night. How do you sir? how does your patient? Do you hear me sir: is he recovered Have you herd the Like? I wish you would understand me, sir. Sir, I will be herd, and understood: Save you Lady: I perceive Vallentius was i'th' right, he's mad in deed: Your tidings makes us happy, and gives us a moiety of that content which nothing can do more. Valentius. You're welcome to your wits. Faith in one kind, we have a snatch that way. I must confess, partly. How is't man? what in a trance? What, shall we have a Pamphlet; that he begins to stum die? do you hear Ʋ alentiuss: here's a friend of yours would speak with you, when you are at leisure. What's this to the purpose? Let the Doctors wife bear with him, for mine own partly, without he renounce this mood, and become sociable, as he had wont, I defy his fellowship. Oh is the tide turned, is the wind come about, by this good day, and I were not cursing my self, for being accessary to this melancholy, I have no faith in me; if women can transmute men thus suddenly, hang me, if I keep not out of their clutches. Nay, I am soon persuaded. Stand as close as you can: If he have but the least suspi cion of and arrest, he's gone in a twinkling. Why? are you weary of Clariflora already? That's true, but any man may serve two Mistress's. Nay, i'll leave that to the performer. Briefly, directly, and learnedly spoken, sweet Fub. Go to, your are a Knave Fub. Report's a calumnious quean, and will abuse virtue it self you see, both what he is, and what he was? What's he that throws his Cloak about his nose? Is it not Julio? What should this mean? Yes, and the Arms they carried. He nam Franciscus. Here they are. My deer friend. Good Gentleman. I wonder how he came to be discovered? What, my sword, my word, or wealth can do is his, command it for him? I never thought Franciscus one so foul, as I behold him now. The most erroneous, execrable partly that ever was per formed. I'll be honester while I live for this trick. Even ready my Lord; but may be called a motion: for puppets will speak but such corrupt language, you'll never under stand without and interpreter, or a short plot; which I have drawn thus—Now the motion follows. Come sir, depart. Vallentius you must take some order for the Doctors cure: he befriended you in as great a courtesy. Come we are both— Who's that, Boots mounted in his Charles wain? does he cry Pippings, Carrets, or Turnips? Question that dares, th'art and arrant Cheater. Half the worth? I'll vow to lend the full worth, If that will pleasure thee. I verily think so too, but he will never be per swaded. Leav't off, leav't off, and study some other new passage. Come, you shall pardon him once: we all miss sometime. I am Lodwicke still. Make no doubt of that. Valiant a the sudden too. Will extract certain ways and carriages for Chea ters and Libertines. Strange course, pick Officers out of Felons. He says true: all times have been guilty of good fell lowship, why not this? I Like the Leaguer now so well, I care not if I buy a place of command in it my self. We'll pledge, we'll pledge: Victualed and Wined already? Any time after noon. Will you walk Tomaso?