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My loved Lord? They shall be used my Lord, and any thing That comes to using, let it come to me. Exit. My Lady is scarce perfect in her thoughts How ere she framed a smile upon the Tyrant. I have some skill in faces, & yet they never were more deceit full; A man can scarce know a Baud from a Midwife by the face; And hypocritical Puritan from a devout Christian If you go by the face; well all's not straight in my Lady. She hath certain crooked cogitations if a man had the liberty to search they: If ought point at my advice or performance, she may fortu nately Disclose it: she knows my mettle, and what it yields to and ounce, She cannot be deceived in't: here's service, and secre ̄ cy, and no Lady can Wish more, beside a Monkey; she is assured of our faculties, there's none Of us all that stand her smock Centinels, but would ven ter a joint To do her any pleasurable service, and I think thats as much As any woman desires — mass here she comes. 'Tis so me strange Physic I know by the working. None that's good, Madam. The worst of all is, Madam, you are sad. Would I knew the means would make you so, I would turn my self into any shape or office To be the Author of it, sweet Lady. Think it? sfoot, you might swear safely in that Actium And never hurt your oath — I never failed yet. Nay I know I did not. Not one, that's strange, I would 'twere put to me, I'll make it arrive safe what ere it be. Admit you love? why all's safe enough yet. Nay, now we are all spoiled Lady, I may look for my brains in my Boots— now you have put Home to me indeed, Madam; A stranger? there's a hundred Death's in the very name, beside vantage. Faith no fool ̄ can fright me, Madam, commonly called a stranger. Do thee good, sweet Lady? as far as I am able never doubt it; Let me but cast about for safety, and I'll do any thing, Madam, What is he? and his name? Hum, is that the most fortunate, spider catching, smock wrapped Gentleman? What then? And is it possible a man should lie with a woman and yet not know her? And yet 'tis possible too—thank my Invention, follow that game still. Lady, Madam, do you hear? Have you leisure to swoon now, when I have taken such pains in the business? To take order for your safety, set all things right; why Madam? Why he says Like a Gentleman every inch of him, And will perform the office of a gentleman; bring you to gether; Put you together, and leave you together: what gentleman can do more? And all this safely? I by this hand will I, Or else would I might never do any thing to purpose; If he have but the first partly of a young gentleman in him. 'Tis granted Madam; I have crotchets in my brain That you shall see him and enjoy him, and he not know where he is, nor who it is. Why 'tis the least partly of my meaning he should Lady. Do you think you could possibly be safe and he know you? Why some of your young Gallants are of that vainglorious and preposterous Humour, that if they lay with their own Sisters you should hear them prate of't, This is too usual, there's no wonder in't: what I have said I will swear to perform, you shall enjoy him ere night And he not know you next morning. I am your creature Lady; pretty gold, And by this light me thinks most easily earned, There's no faculty, say I Like a Pander, and that makes so many Now adays die in the Trade: I have your gold Lady, And eke your service; I am one step higher, This office makes a gentleman a Squire. Exit. Mass here a walks; I am far enough from my self, I challenge all disguises except drinking To hide me better; I give way to that, For that indeed will thrust a white gentle ̄ man Into a suit of mud, but whist I begin to be noted. Good your honours, your most comfortable charita ble relief And devotion to a poor star crossed Gentleman. Ime bore enough already if it Like your honour. Pox on thee? your young gallants love to give no Alms But that that will stick by a man, that's one virtue in them: He's not content to have my hat off, but he would have my hair off too. Thank your good Lordship. Good your honours! I have been a man in my time. Kept goodly beasts, had 3. wives, 2. men uprising, 3. maids down lying; o good your kind ho nours. Perhaps your Lordship gets by it; Good your sweet honour Your Lordship has forgotten since you were a Beggar. But now you are in private, shut your purse, and open ̄ n your ear sir. I am not literally a Beggar, as Puritanical as I appear The naked Truth is you are happily desired. Of the most Sweet, delicate, divine, pleasing, ravishing creature That ever made men wishes perfect. This for white and read sir, her honour and my oath sue for that pardon, You must not know her name nor see her face. She rather chooseth death in her neglect Than so to hazard life or loose respect. Let your will Subscribe to the sure means already wrought, She shall be safely pleased, you safely brought. Let me perish in this office else; and I need wish No more damnation than to die a Pander. Five is the fixed hour, upon to morrows Evening. Near to the further lodge. Else does there live no honesty but in Lawyers. Enjoy the sweetest Treasure in a woman. Exit. This is the farther Lodge, the place of meeting; The hour scarce come yet—well— I was not born to this, There's not a hair to choose betwixt me and a Pander in this case, shift it off as well as I can: I do envy this fellows hap pinesse now; and could cut his throat at pleasure: I could ene gnaw feathers now to think of his downy felicity. I that could never aspire above a dairy wench, the very cream of my Fortune's; that he should bath in Nectar, and I most un fortunate in Buttermilk, this is good dealing now, is't? Who's this? my Lord Mazeres discontent He has been to seek me twice, and privately, I wonder at the business; I'm no Statesman; If I be, 'tis more than I know; I protest therefore I dare not call it in question; what should he make ̄ with me? I'll discover my self to him—if the oath ̄ r come in the me ̄ ane time so I may be caught bravely, yet 'tis scarce the hour, I'll put it to the trial. My loved Lord. The same my Lord. As far as life my Lord. Touch me then my Lord, and try my mettle. Well my Lord. Hum, what news is here now? thou art wise farewell. By my troth I think it is a partly of wisdom to take gold When it is offered, many wise men will do't: that I learned Of my learned Council: this is worth thinking on now. To kill Tymethes, so strangely beloved by a Lady, and so mon strously detested by a Lord? here's gold to bring Tymethes, and here's gold to kill Tymethes. I, let me see, which weighs heaviest; by my faith I think the killing gold will carry't: I shall Like many a bade Lawyer, run my Conscience upon the greatest fee; who gives most is Like to fare best. I Like my safety so much the worse in this business in that Lord Ma zeres is his professed enemy: he's the Kings bosom, he blows his thoughts into him; and I had rather be torn with whirlwinds than fallen into any of their furies. Troth as far as I can see, the wisest course is to play the knave, lay open this Venery, betray him; but see my Lord again. My Lord? It will appear I am so; be proud of your revenge be before I name it; Never was man so fortunate in his hate, I'll give you a whole Age but to think how. Tymethes meets me here. I meant at first to betray all to you sir: understand that my Lord. Then thus my Lord — he comes. My Lord I'll make your way. I but you'll play the better jumper of the two. I shall not jump so near as you by a handful. That is more hard; At a running leap you may give me a handful. Nothing but put this hood over your head. You never went otherwise sir; for all folly is blind; Beside sir, when we see the sin we act, We think each trivial crime a bloody fact. Servingmen always follow their Master's sir, There I leave you sir. Honestly, if protestation be not honest, I know not what to call it. Sheele trust you the worse for that sir. Oh sir, 'tis most common, He that loves women, is near true to woman. Experience daily proves he loves none With a true heart, that affects more than one. Why then goodnight sir. He puts on the hood. O sir the better sports taste best in the night, And what we do in the dark we hate i'th'light. O sir, first try me, But we protract good hours, come follow me sir, Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize, Before they'le lose their sport theyle lose their e ̄ you ̄ S. Exeum. You are at your— In my Lord, away, I'll help You to a disguise. And now your long lost eyes again are found: good morrow sir. Puls off the hood. Rest here my Lord and you shall find content, Catch your desires, stay here, they shall be sent. Valesta ? yes, the same; 'tis my Ladies pleasure, You give to me your coat, and vizarded attend without Till she employ you — so now, this disguise Serves for my Lord Mazeres, for he watches But fit occasion: Lecher, now beware, Securely fit and fearless quaff and eat, You'll find sour sauce still after your sweet meat. Exit. This banquet from her own hand received grace Her self prepared it for you; as appears By the choice sweets it yields, able to move A man passed sense, to the delights of love, I bid you welcome as her most prized guest, First to this banquet, next to pleasures feast. That speaks her sexes rareness, for to woman, The darkest path love treads is clear and common; She wishes your content may be as great As if her presence filled that other seat. My Lord Mazeres caught the Office I can't but laugh to see how well he plays The Devil in a vizard; damn ̄ S where he crouches; little thinks the Prince Under that face lurks his lives enemy, Yet he but keeps the fashion; great men kill As flatterers stab, who laugh when they mean ill. That cup hath quite dashed my Lord Mazeres. I would not taste of such a Banquet to feel that which follows it, For the love of and Empress. 'Tis more dangerous to be a let cher Than to enter upon a breach; yet how securely he munches His thoughts are sweeter than the very meats before him: He little dreams of his destruction; His horrible fearful ruin which cannot be withstood, The end of Venery is disease or blood The wind and tide serve sir, you have lighted upon A Sea of pleasure; here's your sail sir, and your top streamer A fair wrought shirt and a nightcap. I, if you knew all sir. Five hundred Crowns in the shirt sleeve in gold. 'Tis my good Ladies pleasure, No Clouds eclipse her bounty, she shines clear, Some Like that pleasure best that costs most deer; Yet I think your Lordship is not of that mind now; You Like that best that brings a Banquet with it, and 500. Crowns. We jump somewhat near sir. O sir, I never knew any of your hair but he was ab solute at the game. Nay sir I think you may see a thousand faces better cheap. O sir, you'll groape to purpose. Exit. Let me alone my Lord; doubt not I'll train him: Perhaps sir I have the Art. The further lodge? Why so; I Like one that will make and end of himself at few words; A man that hath a quick perseverance in ill: A leaping spirit; he'll run through horrors jaws To catch a sin; but to oretake a virtue He softly paces, Like a man that's sent Some tedious dark, unprofitable journey. Corrupt is nature, she loves nothing more Than what she most should hate, there's nothing springs Apace in man but grey hairs, cares, and sins. Exit Pleasures once tasted makes the next seem worse. O sir, experience proves it, You came at first to enjoy what you never knew, Now all is but the same what ere you do. I have forgotten a business to my Lord Mazeres, My safety to the King relies upon't, You are in the house my Lord, this is the withdrawing Room. No matter sir, as long as you have Feeling enough. 'Tis here in my hand sir, I must crave pardon, leave you here a while, But as you love my safety and your own Remove not from this room till my return. 'Tis enough sir. Exit. Now I expect reward. Would? what was that? there's a reward with a venge ance.