CORDOLENTE

No more my Tormiella, night hath born Thy vows to heaven, where they are filed by this Either one day to crown thy constant Soul Or (if thou spot it with foul perjury,) For ever to condemn thee. How sweet! venture alone! By that are Lovers parted, seldom blessed. Fear nothing. Thou art not, peace. To desperate wounds Let's apply desperate cure, darest thou fly hence? Then farewell Cordova; Horses we'll forthwith hire, and quick to Sivell My birthplace, there thou shalt defy all storms. To shut thy lips fast, here are locks of Gold. Oh star-crossed Love! To find way to whose Heaven, man wades through Hell. You shall. Sir— What sir! She's my wife: She's in her Chamber, sirrah show the way. Cry to the whole City to stop her. Well, I will once be gulled in this your Comedy, A while I'll play the Wittal, I will wink Sir, One Bird you see is flown out of the nest, Not I sir; I married and honest wench that went in a cap, no whim whams; I did but shuffle the first dealing, you cut last, and dealt last, by the same token you turned up a Court Carded. No, but a little troubled with the yellow Iaundize, and you know if it get to the Crown of the head, a man's gone. Amongst the wild Irish Sir hereafter. O spiteful Comedy, he's not a Courtier of half and hours standing, and he's made a Vice already. A Cuckold do you not. Meddle with your own office; there's one will look that none meddles with mine. Yes, of a lousy shirt. I am indeed horn-mad, o me, in the holiest place of the Kingdom have I caught my undoing, the Church gave me my bane. Half parts, I thought one had taken thee up. What sir Pandarus! Into my mouth, I gape for they. Nothing, nothing, why Sir the powers above cannot please us, and can Kings think you, when we are brought forth to the world, we cry and bawl as if we were unwilling to be born; and when we are a dying we are mad at that. I am muzzled, but one word with your Majesty, I am sober sir. You oft call Parliaments, and there enact Laws good and wholesome, such as who so break Are hung by the purse or neck, but as the weak And smaller flies i'th Spiders web are taken When great ones tear the web, and free remain. So may that moral tale of you be told, Which once the Wolf related: in the Fold The Shepherds killed a sheep and eat him there The Wolf looked in, and seeing them at such cheer, Alas (quoth he) should I touch the least partly Of what you tear, you would pluck our my heart, Great men make Laws, that whosoever draws blood Shall die, but if they murder flocks it's good: I'll go eat my Lamb at home sir. Never! Thou darest not, if thou dost; my heart is great, Thus wronged, thou canst do little if not threat. At what dost-laugh? Because it makes a Doctor and Ass, nothing can cure it, are you answered Sir? Right sir, but could he choose no stock to grafted upon, but that which was planted in my nursery. Why? How nothing! o sir, the smallest Letters hurt your eyes most, and the least headache which comes by a woman's knocking hurts more then a cut to the scull by a men knocking. Would; swear; not I, no man durst ever swear for his wife but Adam, nor any woman for her husband but Eve, fare you well sir. In pieces dost not see I'm shot out of a Cannon. You are descended from the tankard generation. Yes Madam. I'm sorry you have forgotten me. A yellow. Yes Madam by that token when I fitted you first, you wore not your shoes so high i'th instep, but me thinks you now go clean awry. Yes sir, I have now done, I have a suit to you Madam, that none may be your shoo-marker but I. Yet do you me more wrong, o my Tormiella! Is the leaf torn out where our Love was writ, That I am quite forgotten! O misery, I make my self a thief, To steal mine own, another at my fire Sits while I shake with cold, I fatten a stranger, And starve my self. Yes sir, I'm only taking instructions to make her a lower Chopeene, she finds fault that she's lifted too high. As a worm on my belly, what should the Ant, On his poor Molehill brave the Elephant, No, Signior no, No brains to stay, but saves a head to go. Signior Lupo, why Done, not know me, I am the poor Shopkeeper, whose beware is taken up by the King. True, as Judges do with their wives, very seldom, I am Cordolente a poor Gudgin diving thus under water, to see how Neptune and his Mermaids swim together, but dare not come near him, for fear he sets Dogfish to devour me. He does that already, with the bodkin that sticks in my wives hair. Will she set her hands to my horns? Sworn! Wilt help me to a fit Circle to play the Devil in? And I will rid the world of one of his diseases, a lose woman. As we feed one upon another, hungerly— I had no power to kill her Charms of Divinity pulled back mine Arm, She had Armour of proof on, (reverence of the place) She is not married, is she, shorten my pains; Now do I look for a fig. I would warmed a Snake in my bosom. I do already, Feeling more joys then on my Wedding day, I never till now was married. Good sweet give over, What needs we binding oaths being fast before? I dare the crabbed'st Fate, she cannot spin A thread thus fine and rotten; how now! sad! Look to the shop. Trust me not well. She loved him not; was she contracted to him? Can he lay claim to her by Law? I will forbear Sir To vex you; what she spoke so, was for fear, But I have done, no Beggar has your child I crave no Dowry with her, but your Love, For hers I know I have it. You shall but now she's forth sir. Her love and duty shall I hope knit all more strongly Sir I beseech your patience, when my bosom Is laid all open to you, you shall find And honest heart there, and you will be glad You h'a met the These that robbed you, and forgive him, I am engaged to business craves some speed, Please you be witness to it. I dare now bestow on you a free, And hearty welcome to my poor house: Very well sir. Sirrah where's your Mistress? Pray do Sir, go call her? Right Sir. I hope she'l prove more constant: Thanks to your wishes. Where's thy Mistress? Departed! whither prithee! Here she comes now sir, Tormiella, call her. A strange dead palsy, when a woman's tongue Has not the power to stir, dumb! call her I say! What is't? That so strange? Troth not I sir, I'm amazed At this their strange arrival. Our Spanish Mercers say, th'are the bravest fellows. I'll close with them. Welcome Gentlemen. Pray sir what Ladies may these be with my Wife? In good time Sir, He means those they owe money too. 'Twas soundly, you see he's struck dead. Nothing but this, they have given it me soundly, I feel it under the lists of both ears, where's my wife! The Nightmare rides her. Thou liest. These her oaths, vows, protestations, damnations, a Serpent kissed the first woman; and ever since the whole sex have given suck to Adders. A wagtail, after, fly all the rest. Dost thou tell me of thy Proclamations that I am ba nisht from the Court, that Court where I came to thee, was none of thine, it belongs to a King that keeps open Court, one that never wronged a poor Beggar, never took away any men wife, unless he sent his Pursuivant death for her: o thou daring Sacrilegious royal Thief; wilt thou rob the Church too, as thou hast me! thrust me out of that house too in the Sanctuary, turned Devil in a crowd of Angels! No Madam, my Master that served you last has very good custom, and deals with other Ladies as well as you, but I have fitted you before now, I should know the length of your foot.