BOY

It great valour but little policy my Lord. Ever since I practised to play the knave my Lord, As near, as penury and gentry, a degree and half remou'de no more. Then thou art fit for any gentleman's company. I say a servingman is and Antecedent. He is likewise a nominative Case, and goes before his mi strisse. If not, he turns Aocusatiue and follows his master. God a mercy bagpudding. Yare not wise then what do you take her for? Some woman great with child, be ruled, she's a pynk board her. Make but a shot of flattery at his broad side, and sheele strike sail presently. I flattery, women are Like fiddlers, speak them fair theile play of any instrument. She's a butcher cannot play a little of all Nay you must first have means to give her. The Grammarians are fools that plac'de them so; for in Re rum Naturam, the Dative goes before the genitive, you must all ways give before you can get, lovers are fools, and fools must be liberal. yes, some few; but all for his good gifts, a gentleman with his good gifts fit at the upper end of the table on a chair and a cushion, when a scholar with his good parts will be glad of a joined stool in the Lobby with the Chambermaids. I think that will be the end, for penury has taken a leaf of your pocket to keep Court in this Christmas. And you be not fitted in Venice 'tis strange, for 'tis counted the best flesh shambles in Italy: but here's no notable coward, that having suffered wrong by a man, seeks to right himself of a woman. More then his death, J have been in his bosom sir, and this day she intends your execution. His humour, nothing but a kind of strange cross humour in that you rejected his love. Not to cross a great ones humour? no treason more great personages humours are puritans, thei'l as live endure the devil as soon as a cross, and can away with him better. Is your proud humour come down i'faith, your high humour that would not stoop and ynch of the knees; isle helped up again, an't be but to uphold the jest; I must bring her as low ere I have done; Oh base, J would rather lay my neck under the Axe of her hate, then my sport under the feet of his humour; but be counseled, isle teach you to prevent both, & per chance make her upstarted humour stoop gallant too. And pawn me as poor Lords do their jewels too, will you not? receive me; you shall counterfeit your self dead. It may be she dissembles all this while, loves you, and puts on this show of hate of purpose to humble you: she may, and I believe— That most intelligencers are knaves, and some women dis see ̄ blers; being thought dead (as let me alone to buz that into the credulous ear of the Court) if she have any sparks of love, theil kindle and flame bright through the cinders of her heart. If not, 'twill be a means for your escape: isle say you reque stead at your death to be buried at your native City: and what Courtier, if a Christian can deny that? And if I do not kill it, I am not worthy to be your physician. Well madam he. Very well. Where none of your proud sex will ever come, I think: in heaven. See madam, and seeing blush, and blushing shame, that your ungentle humour should be the death of so good and gene rous a spirit. Look to your self my Lord, I lay my life, my Lady means to steal you away to night. Udsfoot break prison my Lord, 'tis but swimming the River. I'll look for my Fee then. Thats and exception Lawyers never respect, but come my lord, leap, as we have risen together, weel fallen together, Yes faith, there had been a Counsellors fee cast away now. My Lord, your keeper hath brought a Lady or two to see you. Here. Here. J am ready for you sir; Oh for a bulrush to run a tilt at's nose. Oh strange, cannot you get up without help? there's my glove, but come no nearer, as you love me. O blind love. Not till they be Nine days old my Lord, And the whole body to pleasure you my Lord, but let me go a little. But you shall my Lord; hist, then keep me still. He fastens the glove to a post. Udsfoot your jailer my lord Here. My Lady cannot choose but dance well, she's so full of pre ty changes. Jt bears no relish of disloyalty: being in prison you live as far from love as liberty: being abroad, you may by letters, or a thousand means purchase his company, and compass your content.