SCIOLTO

A keen Guest, invited here— I am come to get your children for you. This I consider Sir, and therefore make Such haste to mingle with your wife; that the Kind world may have some issue from my Loins. If you advance one inch beyond that rush I'll amble through the Streets, and blow your Dirge With the great Horn that grows upon your Brow. 'Slight Sir; I come t'ease the labour of your Body; And you want courtship to return me thanks. But what hereafter I Perform, shall be for your good Ladies sake, And not for yours. Now Sir, you pour sweet Cassia in my Broth. My Blood affects to skirmish more With Ladies then with men. What would you speak? Who told you so? Not I believe it Sir! Sir I will doe't. Is your Lady fruitful? I would be loath t'loose my labour on her? Oh fie! You and Italian Sir, and thus Behave the knowledge of disgrace with loud And popular dislike? You think because You're cursed, we'll allow you short Horns: I'll grafted Upon your head a pair so tall, they shall Go near to prick the very Planet (Sir) Thet ruled at your nativity. Signior, go! take down a Cushion, and pray You cannot choose but know the frailty of The times: the surfeits of the womb, and how Great Ladies do relieve their Appetites. Your own confession of my parts commends Your wife in her sage choice. There be that sin With feeble ushers and the withered Dwarf. I merit better looks Sir, that must thrash All night for you, and without wages Sir! Had he the Devil for's Physician chosen, He could never have come by the Like Cordial.— Florence knows me well: I'm called Sciolto, Your mercy and your kindness (Lady) thus Advance my shape; your pleasure was I should despise your husbands frowns, and I behaved My self with terror masculine: but now We are peculiar and reserved, I know Humility, a soft and quiet garb; A distance that shall well become the state So eminent and rich a beauty claims. Madam, store me with arms and weapons to Resist his personal assault, and I Shall needs no more protection then my self. Las! not mine! 'Tis true, that if I Like my Opposite, I have a trick to give and easy fallen, And stand to't stiffly too when I ha'done— Excuse me Sir, th'are great by me! Madam—They are all wi'child! Blame the humorous Planets that orerule The blood. Ere yet this present Month expires; (Let's see—I,!) Some three and forty Ladies (Or there about) will quicken with male Twins. So wise Fame sings. I will make bold to gather my first fruits— Goes to kiss her. How deer Lady? Death, I'm Suitor unto Gallens widow! Madam, I know it not becomes the high Demeanour of your birth to dance (joust Like A Kid) to th'musicke of each wind that blows. Ere you admit of dalliance I should use Some industry of Tongue, and flexure of the pliant Joints, to court and woo consent. Only a little t'recreate the Chine— Hast no good book, whose comfortable use may fill th'expence of time? Any o'th Moderns. Rablays i'th praise of Midwives. Aretine on copulation. Or th'Odes of Theophile unto his whore. Think on the frailty of The flesh; and be not long unmerciful— Charintha within. Sister! Madam! And shall be still so (Sir) unless your wife Dismiss her pride, and vouchsafe to cool me. Take discipline awhile, Know if there be A boisterous motion used, I have for each Of you a round Cinnamon Plum, and they Shall enter your nice stomachs the wrong way— What, as to copulate and increase kind? It has been a vocation ever since The Sun spied man thus crawling on the Earth— My curses (Sir) have cause t'assault Her more then yours: for she has starved me here With want of natural delight. My free Large growth and tincture of my hair denote, My constitution cannot suffer me, To wear a surplesse, or proceed Eunuch. Though I should both and swim in Iulips Sir, I've still unruly heat about my Chine. Have I not equal reason to complain? In three Hours not so much as a dry kiss. Th'old amorous Deacon that embraced his Cow Was not so destitute. A Negro might be useful now, although Sh'ad but one eye, and that fixed on her heel. Signior, presume no more upon a found Easy nature. I have been abstinent Too long. Haste, and with pliant steps present Your wife; Ot else I'll assure you you shall seek Some other man to Cuckold you for me. I thank you (Signior) but We Florentines do sleep Like Leuorites, With our Eyes open: how ere, I could vouchsafe To shoot you now, and prevent your kindness.— I meant not to give fire. There is a trick of gravity i'th state Called Law. Beside, you dead, the children which I chance to get upon your bucksome wife, I should go near to keep at my own charge. I'll to my chamber now, and fortify There, I remain (during the pleasure of Your wife) your Tenant (Signior) in fee tail. — Exit. Calls he her, his concubine? By this hand There's not a Prince in all the East, has such Another. This Altamont still gripes'em In the flank; he knows to choose his cattle. Be thou pleased, Oh young and wholesome Lady! The fumes of spicery? you must not now — I sighs my first salute Was so intempratly performed. But Oh! The justice of my Stars! My love is now Revenged upon my lust. With pure chaste flame I Court the Mistress unto Altamont ; One here reserved for sinful use. Stay, stay!— Hast thou not herd my vows, whose violence And number well might satisfy suspect in wayward Kings. With what advice of modesty canst thou Accuse my blood; when in this Mansion th'art Contained for the Like sin? If ere I practice impious heat again, Some long armed Fiend that in the Centre dwells Reach at my foot, and pull me into flames. Thy name, and then my doubts I will forsake? Oh dire affinity! my love is now Allied unto my hate. Yet Altamont Near merited my wrath. It is the wit The policy of sin, to hate those men We have abused. When first I spied the grace And lustre of thy shape; me thought I loved, And my sick heart informed me love was good: Her beauty's so increase; that they do make My comprehension poor. Oh stay, until my vows Afford a larger warrant of my faith— Go noble Maid, Wertenberg thou divided from My reach, by Sheets of Elemental fire, By streams of recking blood, by purple mists (Which Cannons in their acclamation breath) Or winds (when met to blow each other from The Earth) yet I would pull thee to my Heart. False lust, I take of thee eternal leave— For what are these designed? Now am I As rascally a sinner, as ever. Oh Love! A little grace. Shall we be wrap't in curlings intricate? And shall we between two shady Poplars hang I'th Indian-Net, whose slippery closures may Entangle us so fast, we never shall be Untied again Yes, much! Not and inch.— And shall my Actium more. It mightiness And state, taught me to fast from flesh; and now, I am well pleased to make't perpetual Lent. Go, kneel to your husband, and beg from him Lawful recreation: My self intend To purchase a few Beads, and turn Votary. She'll never move hence, Till I've enraged her spleen. Why—you are not handsome. Thy aged skull in stead of hair Oregrowne with Moss, and looks as if had been, A Thousand years entombed. Thy solitary Teeth, in distance stand Like the decayed Arches of a Bridge. Wilt not yet go? Thy Fingers are all crooked, Like the Tallans Of a Griffon. Thou walkest on Cloven-feete. Thy Bones are piled across Much Like the Sticks on a Conjurers fire. It must not be. For with these two (of which I mean to rob your armoury) there shall Be passage forced broad enough for a Teem Of Southern Elephants. Farewell Oyster! — Exit. I'll not be trus'd (Sir) Like a Pullet thus— Pare my nails too.— There is some danger in this chance, my dull Heart beats with slow, and ominous leisure. — Hah! Scoperta? A cruel destiny Would murdered all our joy. endeavouring and Add for stealth of thee, I was surprised, Disa md; even here 'ith presence of my Stars. Oh none! Or if there be, They influence is so weak that at This distance Babes may blow'em out. Sure ou Creation we have took unknown to Fate. That fatal Prophecy Will shake my Soul from out my flesh; and Like Some tame Hermit I shall unwounded die. Grim wild horror! Hast thou no weapons there that I may use T'anihilate their vigor and their shape? This sudden elevation of the Soul Presages death: as if it practised how To rise, and climb ere she begins her flight. I'll be as calm as are Arabian winds. Scoperta, stay; Unheard we will converse. — Oh for the Giant raze, to help me heave Those Mountains up; that I might bury this Proud Structure and my self! Yond burly Oak (Whose Roots reach hell) I'll manage till I pound And batter all the Marble into Flower.— Speak what thou art? Not thy tame sacrifice, but victory I'll be. For naked as I am I will Resist my death; and since unfurnished to Revenge, yet I shall trouble thy best strength.— False tyranny! There's relish of intent! Miracle of bounty! With solemn penitence I could accuse My crimes against thee: but grief's akin to fear. This great demeanu e of thy spleen divides Intent of Gratitude. I know not which T'affoord thee most, my envy, or my love. A little respite give,— Must we needs ight? Yet stay! — Know I do love thy Sister well. Stiff as a column! — I'll work thy strength so low, that Virgins shall Have power to shackle thee with spinners Thrids— This closure hath Entangled us, let's make another charge? Wilt thou not bleed? Not yet?—I skirmish with unbodied Air. That Wound gapes Like to a yawning Giant. I reel Before thy breast, and stumble at a Wart— My wounds closed up, what means this courtesy? Can thy young honour stoop to such low flight? Oh sooth my last ambition then be thou My Executioner. Thy spirit Altamont ascended with The love of all my chiefest orisons. Scoperta, Oh my Girl! I thought thy beauty's had been dark and cold, And th'adst (ere this) begun and easy sleep Within thy silent Grave. Since this sad night, did blind the drowsi world, They thus have manacled my strength. They'ue watched My hardy violence so tame, that now Each feathered Forester roosts in my Beard. I do confess m'imagination once Did sin against them both: but if it ere Extended unto act; let me loose Heaven If in thy functions, gentle Nature claim And interest, let us embrace, and use Solemnity, before we do forsake Each others view. Oh Scoperta! this is the last of all Our busy dreams; what we possess is but Imaginary now: Thy shadow I, Embrace, not thee: for Like to it, thou'lt fly From my enjoyment, and no more be seen!— Ere long we must be cold, Cold, cold my Love, and wrapped in stubborn sheets Of led: hows'd in a deep, a gloomy vault; Where no society will mix with us, But what shall quicken from our tainted limbs. But Oh! how many Ages may succeed In Heavens dark Calendar; ere we again Material be, and meet in our warm flesh? Philosophy does seem to laugh upon Our Hope's, and wise Divinity belies Our knowledge, with our Faith: jealous Nature, Hath locked, her secrets in a Cabinet, Which Time never saw: and he that in it prys Unto Religion forfeits his bold Eyes. Oh sad acomp . How is my bounty now Exhaust: This is the last I ere shall give— Slaves. Stretch now your Cordage out, Pull till my Eyes do start Like Bullets from my Skull, Murdering where they fly— This deceit brings wonder, great as our joy. They that divide us now, must use the strength Of swelling floods, and help of Thunder too — 'Tis I, that have most eedfull use of your Kind charity: forget my errors passed, And to oblige my future gratitude Give Hymen leave to know your sister for My wife. y Uncles death hath lent me power Still to maintain her in such quality As shall become my deer respects to you, The greatness of her virtue, and her blood. You shall be precious to my eyes as day. To taste—your wives Gammons. The better shaped I am (Sir) the more cause You'll find, to love the Issue I shall get Upon your wife. I have and odd humour, not to be killed. Question your Glass! Your Face was carved—out of A Blue Cabidge; and it's contracted now To one, oblique Wrinkle. Oh my hight rage! I could Spit fire till I enkindle yonder Grove, Raising a flame that might perplex the Earth, And make'em think Heaven had dropped a Planet. have some courage yet, le to in my Teeth, If thou art kind, come nearer with my Throat— Scoperta, stay. My Soul shall hover strait With thine. Stay for me in the Milky-path.