BELLAFRONT

What are you playing the rogue about? How many Gentlemen hast thou served thus? Out of my sighed, thou ungodly puritanical creature. Oh by my soul! Not I: therein isle prove and honest whore, In being true to one, and to no more. Is my glass there? and my boxes of complexion? Where my ruff and poker you blockhead? I'll catch you, you dog by and by: do you grumble? Cupid is a God, as naked as my nail She sings. I'll whip him with a rod, if he my true love fail. What trade? goodman Abram. I'll fallen with you by and by. Like as you are: a panderly Sixpenny Rascal. Uds life, I'll stick my knife in your Guts and you prate to me so: What? She sings. Well met, pug, the pearl of beauty: umh, umh. How now sir knave, you forget your duty, umh, umh. Marry muff Sir, are you grown so dainty; fa, la, la, &c. Is it you Sir? the worst of twenty, fa la, la, leera la. Pox on you, how dost thou hold my glass? So Poke my ruff now, my gown, my gown, have I my fallen? Where's my fallen Roger ? One knocks. Gods my pittikins, some fool or other knocks. And all these babbles lying thus? away with it quick lie, I, I, knock & be dambde, whosoever you be. So: give the fresh Salmon line now: let him come a shore, he shall serve for my breakfast, though he go against my stomach. Well, Godamercy good pretty rascal. What? yond pied curtal, whats that you are neighi g? Go fetch some wine, and drink half of it. I there among your Punks, marry fah, hang-em: scorn't: will you never leave sucking of eggs in other folks hens nests. Nay, Gods my pity, what and ass is that Citizen to lend money of a Lord. Eene as my little pretty servant; sees three court di shes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now? why the devil standest thou so? Art in a trance? Why dost not fill out their wine? Spill that too: what Gentleman is that servant? your Friend? He's very welcome, pray Sir fit. The gentleman likes not the taste of our company, What sullen picture is this servant? Marymuffe a your counts, & be no more life in'em. Punk, you sowcde gurnet? A woman! some whore! what sweet Jewel is't? Nay good servant, what woman? Pry thee tell me, abusse and tell me: I warrant he's and honest fellow, if he take on thus for a we changed: good rogue who: I cannot be there to night. By the Lady I will not: shaall! Well. Enter Roger. Go, go, hang your self. Farewell boys: Roger what wine sent they for? A company of rooks! Oh good sweet Roger, run to the Poulters and buy me some fine Larks. Yes faith a couple, if they be not deer. His back is but new-turnd sir. I can direct you to him. If you please stay, heel not be absent long. Pray fit forsooth. At your best pleasure-whew-some rubbers there. Troth sir, he comes As other gentlemen, to spend spare hours; If your self Like our roof (such as it is) Your own acquaintance may be as old as his. Such as my present Fortune's can afford. What partly? I am in bonds to no man sir. Oh fate! Has never been my fortune yet to single Out that one man, whose love could fellow mine. As I have ever wished it: o my Stars! Had I but met with one kind gentleman, That would have purchacde sin alone, to himself, For his own private use, although sc rce proper: Indifferent handsome: meetly legd and Thy: And my allowance reasonable-i'faith, According to my body-by my troth, I would have been as true unto his pleasures, Yea, and as loyal to his afternoons, As ever a poor gentlewoman could be. Indeed not any. No, in truth not any. Shall I swear? Will you believe me then? Mathaeo ! thats true, but believe it, I No sooner had laid hold upon your presence, But straight mine eye conveyed you to my heart. I am content, I would feign loath my self, If you not love me. Oh me unhappy! Misery. Rank, S nking, and most loathsome misery. Yes my Lord. Not all in health my Lord. Yes my Lord, Matter of life it speaks, and therefore writ In hidden Character; to me instruction My master gives, And (less you please to stay Till you both meet) I can the text display. I am already out: Look on my face, and read the strangest story! Here me but speak, my words shall be all Music: Here me but speak. A nutting forsooth: how do you gaffer? how do you gaffer? theres a French curtsy for you too. Do not you know me? nor you? nor you, nor you? Then you are and Ass, and you are and Ass, and you are and Ass, for I know you. There fishwives: will you buy any gudgeons, gods santy yonder come Friars, I know them too, how do you Friar? Nay indeed you shall not go: weel run at barlibreak first, and you shall be in hell. fie! marry oh: they shall not go indeed till I would told em their Fortune's. I pray, good father, and I'll give you my blessing. Let me see 1.2.3. and 4. isle begin with the little Friendship er first, heres a fine hand indeed, I never saw Friar have such a dainty hand: heres a hand for a Lady, heres your fortune, You love a Friar better then a Nun, Yet long yowl love no Friar, nor no Friars son. Bow a little, the line of life is out, yet i'm afraid, For all your holy, yowl not die a maid, God give you joy. Now to you Friar Tuck. Am not I a good girl, for finding the Friar in the well? gods so you are a brave man: will not you buy me some Sum her plums because I am so good a fortune teller. Pretty soul, a pretty soul is better than a pretty body: do not you know my pretty soul? I know you: Is not your name Mathaeo. Baa, lamb! there you lie for I am mutton; look fine man, he was mad for me once, and I was mad for him once, and he was mad for her once, and were you never mad? yes I warrant, I had a fine jewel once, a very fine jewel and that naughty man stoale it away from me, a very fine jewel. Maid nay thats a lie, Oh it a very rich jewel, called a Maidenhead, and had not you it leerer. Shall he? o brave Arthur of Bradly then? I thank your grace, Mathaeo thou art mine, I am not mad, but put on this disguise, Only for you my Lord, for you can tell Much wonder of me, but you are gone: farewell. Mathaeo thou didst first turn my soul black, Now make it white again I do protest, Ime pure as fire now, chaste as Cynthia's breast. Fetch e'm: Is the pox in your hames, you can go no faster? Yes honest Fah, not I, makes your breath stink, Like the piss of a Fox. Acquaintance, where supped you last night? Oh, a pure beagle; that horseleech there? With me! I'll choke him then, hang him Mole-cat cher, its the dreamingst snotty-nose. I, and he has fellows: of all filthy dry-fisted knights, I cannot abide that he should touch me. Hang him, heel not live to be so honest, nor to the credit to have scabs about him, his betters have em: but I hate to wear out any of his course knighthood, because he's made Like and Alderman's nightgown, facest all with conny before, and within nothing but Fox: this sweet Oliver, will eat Mutton till he be ready to burst, but the lean iawde-slaue will not pay for the scraping of his tre ̄ cher. me a cursed to let such a withered Artichoke faced-rascal g owe under my nose: now you look Like and old e Can , going to the gallows: I'll be hanged if he would not put up the money to cony-catch us all. Oh yes, I pray proceed: Indeed it'll do me good to weep indeed. Stay yet a little longer. no: quite gone! Cursed be that minute (for it was no more. So soon a maid is changed into a Whore) Wherein I first fell, be it for ever black; Yet why should sweet Hipolito shun mine eyes; For whose true love I would become pure-honest, Hate the world's mixtures, & the smiles of gold: Am I not fair? Why should he fly me then? Fair creatures are desired, not scorned of men. How many Gallants have drunk healths to me, Out of their daggerd arms, & thought the ̄ blessed, Enjoying but mine eyes at prodigal feasts! And does Hipolito detest my love? O, sure their heedless lustest but flattered me, I am not pleasing, beautiful nor young, Hipolito hath spied some ugly blemish, Eclipsing all my beauty's: I am foul: Harlot! I, that's the spot that taints my soul: What! has he left his weapon here behind him, And gone forgetful? Oh fit instrument To let forth all the poison of my flesh! Thy M. hates me, cause my blood hath ranged: But when ̄ 'tis forth, then heel believe Ime cham ̄ g'd. Either love me, Or split my heart upon thy Rapiers point: Yet do not neither; for thou then destroyst That which I love thee for (thy virtues) here, here, Th'art crueler, and killest me with disdain: To die so, sheds no blood, yet 'tis worse pain. Exit Hipol. Not speak to me! not bid farewell! a scorn! Hated! this must not be, some means I'll try. Would all Whores were as honest now, as I. Exeunt. Hence, thou our sexes monster, poisonous Bawd, Lustest Factor, and damnations Orator, Gossip of hell, were all the Harlots sins Which the whole world contains, numbered together, Thine far exceeds them all; of all the creatures That ever were created, thou art basest: What serpent would beguile thee of thy Office? It is detestable: for thou livest Upon the dregs of Harlots, guardest the door, While couples go to dancing: Oh course devil! Thou art the bastards curse, thou brandest his birth, The lechers French disease; for thou dry-suckst him: The Harlots poison, and thine own confusion. And you, Knave Pandar, kinsman to a Bawd. Of the same blood and making, near allied, Thou, that slave to sixpence, base-mettald villain. I know not against which most to inveigh: For both of you are damned so equally. Thou never sparest for oaths: swearest any thing, As if thy soul were made of shoe-leather. God dam me, Gentleman, if she be within, When in the next room she's found dallying. Roger, you cheat kind gentlemen Slave, I casheere thee. As hell would have it, entertained by you! I dare the devil himself to match those two. Exit. Oh, I pray do, if you be Gentlemen: I pray depart the house; beshrew the door For being so easily entreated: faith, I lent but little ear unto your talk, My mind was busied otherwise in troth, And so your words did unregarded pass: Let this suffice, I am not as I was. I'll say I me worse, I pray forsake me then, I do desire you leave me, Gentlemen, And leave your selves: Oh be not what you are, (Spendthrifts of soul and body) Let me persuade you to forsake all Harlots, Worse the ̄ the deadliest poisons, they are worse: For over their souls hangs and eternal curse, In being slaves to slaves, their labours perish, Th'are seldom blessed with fruit; for ere it blossoms, Many a worm confounds it. They have no issue but foul ugly ones, That run along with them, e'ene to their graves: For stead of children, they breed rank diseases, And all, you Gallants, can bestow on them, Is that French Infant, which never acts but speaks: What shallow son & heir then, foolish galla ̄ to, Would waste all his inheritance, to purchase A filthy loathed disease? and pawn his body To a dry evil: that usury's worst of all, When interest will eat out the principal. Oh how many thus Moved with a little folly, have let out Their souls in Brothel houses, fell down and died Just at their Harlots foot, as 'twere in pride. Why are not you gone to, Signior Matheo ? I pray depart my house: you may believe me, In troth I have no partly of Harlot in me. Indeed I love you not: but hate you worse Then any man, because you were the first Gave money for my soul; you brake the Ice, Which after turned a puddle: I was led By your temptation to be miserable: I pray seek out some other that will fallen, Or rather (I pray) seek out none at all. 'Tis time to leave off jesting, I had almost Jested away Salvation: I shall love you, If you will soon forsake me. O, tempt no more wome ̄ : shun their weighty curse, Women (at best) are bade, make them not worse, You gladly seek our sexes overthrow: But not to raise our states for all your wrongs. Will you vouchsafe me but endue recompense, To mar y with me? Why la? these are your oaths you love to undo us, To put heaven from us, while our best hours waste: You love to make us lewd, but never chaste. Thy lust and sin speak so much: go thou my ruin, The first fallen my soul took; by my example I hope few maidens now will put their heads Under men's girdels: who least trusts, is most wise: Men's oaths do cast a missed before our eyes. My best of wit be ready: now I go, By some device to greet Hipolito. If woman were thy mother; if thy heart, Be not all Marble, (or ift Marble be) Let my tears soften it, to pity me, I do beseech the do not thus with scorn, Destroy a woman. She's dead you told me, she'll let fall her suit. Be greater then a king, save not a body, But from eternal shipwreck keep a soul, If not, and that again, sins path I tread, The grief be mine, the gilded fallen on thy head. The lowest fallen can be but into hell, It does not move him. I must therefore fly, From this undoing City, and with tears, Wash off all anger from my father's brow, He cannot sure but joy seeing me new born, A woman honest first and then turn whore, Is (as with me) common to thousands more, But from a trumpet to turn chased: that found, Has oft been herd, that woman hardly found. Exit. You love one, and one loves you. You are a false knave, and she's a Jew, Here is a Dial that false ever goes. Troth so does your nose, nay lets shake hands with you too: Pray open, heres a fine hand, Ho Fryer ho, God be here, So he had needs: yowl keep good cheer, Heres a free table, but a frozen breast, For yowl starve those that love you best. Yet you have good fortune, for if I am no liar, Then you are no Friar, nor you, nor you no Friar discovers them Haha haha. Dost think e pocket it up at thy hands? Fie, fie, cut my lace good servant, I shall would the more there presently Im e so vexed at this horse-pl mme. O, I pray stay. I do: Hard fate when women are compelled to woo. Nay pray thee sweet honey