MISO

Why how now madam, Ladies gadding, is this the obe dience of your father's charge. Speak softly in the Lobby there, for waking my Ladies foisting hound. Dorus, how now Dorus ' What time a day is't with you? How, a dish of Crevices? nay and that be the worst, good enough: I am glad a falls to Fish, for he was given to Flesh a late too too bade. I hold my Ladyship to some strumpet. Nay I thought as much: he was wont to kiss me, and do all kindness a man could do, till he came to the Court; and now he will not lie with me forsooth: and why? 'tis the Court fashion. He will not love me, and why? 'tis the Court fa shion. I must not come near him at his down lying, nor his uprising, ctc. And this be the Court fashion, would I were and ho nest woman of the Country again, be Courtiers who list. I, I, Dorus, I tell thee in tears, he hath not done by me, as a Hus band should do. Manasses wife? marry fire Master gunner; a Putitane turned Punk: Gods my precious. I'll slit her nose, as I am a Lady will I: is she the party you wot on? what do I want, the chief implement a woman should have I want that as a woman cannot be without, I mean my husband, I want. But the Duchess w l Like neither the Dukes doings nor yours neither in this case I can tell you. The Duke stays your coming & yet the duchess is very desirous ont, my husbands is in the next Ar bor to man you. For you Lady, my presence be your privilege. Look well to mine Ass there, lord how I sweat with anger; this sames the house sure, and now Like a wise Lady let me count my hurts, and see how I shall be revenged: it shall be so, isle have em both carted, and manasses shall go afore Like a whifler and make way with his horns, where be these whores: open the door, where be these pan dears: Oh that I were not a lady: I could scold Like a butter-whore, Not know him thou liest in every vain ith heart thou liest, thou knowest him, and as Adam knew Eve thou knowest him, he hath be as inward with thee, as ever he was with me, he hath by his own confession he hath, & thou deniest it, thou liest in thy throat Like a Puritanical whore as thou art, Oh that I were a butter-whore for and hour I might scold alittle. withal my heart mistress, what Dorus hath given me, isle give my friend, no fool to company. Mopsa, Oh insufferable wrong, make thine own natural child thy bawd, What mistress Amazon, would you such a cocking spirit, honest Women cannot keep their husbands at home for you: 'tis not for nothing now I see, that the Duchess looks yellow on you, but isle tear that painted whores face of yours (by this light) and yet I will not scold neither. yes I thank you fort: horn mad, where your companion whetes the old lecherous goat my husband, open the door I say. No more words sweet woman I confess I was in the wrong, there is not the hold the Fox hides his head in: and therefore for the love of womanhood conceal mine errors, for howsoever I complained 'tis thy forehead aks, thy temples would the terrible blow as the say, thy husband is a bade man. I, I, good woman thy husband: he is as I say a fleshly member and I fear he hath overcome the foolish thing my daugh ter. I do good woman tell em ont, & spare not but in any case do not scold. I know not what a gentlewoman do in a good case, but a lady must not in any case: that may you do law, isle mad you with a vengeance. Marry let him chosen daughter, when I was as thou art. not as you are and honest, so I think, but as you are and arrant whore you did, you must have your Creuishes with a pox cannot City Manchet and fresh cod-serue your turn, but you must have Court cakebread and Creuishes with a vengeance, but come give me my husband, or isle have him out of the flesh on thee, and yet I will not scold neither. That which he should do at home with his wife, and he were worth his ears. Men bring tales to me, I defy thee in thy guts, I defy thee, men bring tales to me, thou takest me to be one of thine own church dost: they are no honest men that bring tales to thee and would wives of their own, and my husbands one of them, go thy ways now. My man. Hear thee, I have herd too much of thee, too too much too much, where my husband, bring forth my husband, isle teach him to put a difference betwixt Joan and my lady I hold him ten pound ont, and yet I will not scold neither, and I had been and old hag passed tea ming as his whore is a puritan, it had bid somewhat, but being a woe man of Gods making, and a lady of his own, and wearing mine own hair which is much in a lady of my standing I can tell you, to use me thus, flesh and blood canot induer , let me come in, open the door let me come in, Oh that I were any vile thing in the world but a la die that I might scold a little. Sleeping time Dorus, what dost thou mean by that? No good Dorus, I do not love a man should go long about my bush: What is she for a woman? I'll spoil their sport, saddle my Mule there, have and eye to the princess: shalt would my daughter and be but to spite him withal, faith Fox isle would you out of your hold, or isle fire you out. Godamercy for that Dorus, I'll not lose my beauty for twenty on'em: saddle my Mule, bring me my chopping knife, I'll gold the lecherous Goat, and mince his Trull, as small as herbs to the pot. This is not scolding Dorus, is't? Nay then I care not, saddle my Mule I say, let her pray God her feeling be good, for as I am a Lady, I'll not leave her and ele to see withal, and yet I will not scold neither. Yes marry mayest thou Dorus; thou mayest, and shalt do withal too and thou wilt: but as thou lookest to enjoy my daugh ter Mopsa, acquaint me with the old Foxes starting hold. Why may not a Lady scold Dorus? doubtless theres some villainy in this, Mepso wheres Hipolita? What with a brace of wenches, I faith old brock, have I taken you in the manner, is this the fruits of your lying alone? is this your court custom with a wanion, lend me thy knife, though I had neither house, nor land to give em, isle bestow a whores make be betwixt you and yet I will not scold neither.