GAZETTO

Woe, ho, ho, ho,—whew. Bilbo! How now! Is the Dy-dapper above water yet? On, take my Torch, apace: the nearest way home. Fluttering abroad by Owl-light! Prithee do what thou wilt, the Devil! where is she? The wedding (meanest thou) on Saint Lukes day next, It's mine own name thou knowest: but now I fear She's lost, and the day too. If she dares let her, I have her Father's promise, nay oath that I shall have her. Stay she's at home sure now: I'll slip aside, Knock thou, and if she answers (as it's likely) Weel try if still the old fencing be in use, That faulty women never want excuse. Signior Malevento open the door pray. Not yet come home! Not yet! uds death When I shall take the Villain does this wrong, Had better stolen away a Star from Heaven No Spaniard sure dares do it. All Cordova search ere morning, if not found I'll ride to Seville, I'll mount my Jennet Sir And take the way to Madrill. Agreed: Keep it, lustful maiden! Hight Spanish vengeance follows thee, which flies Like three forked Lightning, whom it smites, he die. I have a warrant you see from the King to search all Si well for the woman that did this murder, the act of which has made me mad, miss no shop, let me have that, which I can buy in some Country for seven groats Justice! Well shot Sagitarius, I'll nock as thou bidst me, A rope—would—puff—is the wind with me. Would would would would. No, but I saw a dove fly by that had eaten Carrion it showed Like a corrupted Churchman farewell. As hail shot at a dunghill where Crows are. Th'art mine; thanks vengeance; thou at last art come, (Though with wolly feet) be quick now and strike home. Speak with you. You're a whore. Though dead, from vengeance earth thee shall not save, Hyaena Like, I'll eat into thy Grave. My deeds and speeches Sir, Are lines drawn from one Centre, what I promise To do, I'll do, or lose this. I bid you set up none Sir, you may choose. You may read in my paper. Any, but one of your turn broaches; I would not be one of your black Guard, there's too much fire in me already. Yes. To the Gallows, I love not to be hanged in State. Had the confusion of all tongues began In building me, could I sing sweet in all, I might go beg and hang, I have seen Turks And Jews, and Christians, but of all, the Christians Have driest hands, they'll see a Brother starve, But give Ducks to a water-spaniel. I do speak English When I'de move pity, when dissemble, Irish, Dutch when I reel, and though I feed on scalions, If I should brag Gentility, I'de gabble Welch, If I betray, I'm French, if full of braves, They swell in lofty Spanish, in neat Italian I Court my Wench, my mess is all served up. Of yours. French. In thy bosom, for thy Pistolets I'll give thee Pistols, in a piece might would been mine Thou shootest or meanest to shoot, but I'll charge thine; Thy heart off goes it in thunder. Leave have you— Would, would, would, would. At a thing of nothing, at thee; why shouldst thou be a fraid to fallen into the Cuckolds disease. Come th'art a fool, to grieve that thy wife is taken a way by the King to his private bedchamber, Now Like a book called in, shee'l fell better then ever she did. I'll show thee a reason for that. Leachers coming to women, are Like Mice amongst many Cheeses, they taste every one, but feed upon the best: horns rightly weighed are nothing. Yet I warrant thou darest swear the party's honest? Whither art flying? Downwards I'll shoot thee, but as Devils use I'll tickle at thy tortures, dance at thy stumbling, Play with thee, and then paw thee, shalt make me merry The Crown of black deeds that are hatched in Hell Is to outlive and laugh, and all's played well. Yes. After my hearty Commendations, so sir. Mired Mistress, Still I am burned: Climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Be confounded for ever. Mine yours. And I die—until I be in your bosom. So. Here sir. Without Sir? I shall. Did your Highness call! I am strongly charmed. To the threshold of hell. Else employ me not. Never, I would been stung by one. That's the pastime I most love and follow. Were they Devils With heads of Iron, and Claws jointed with brass, Encounter them I shall, in what Park run they? No, in a muse, I'm plotting how to doe't, and to come off. As Powder does the Bullet. To gallows. I scorn to be thy blood hound Why should I vex a Soul did never grieve me? The Queen and honest Lady: should I kill her, It were as if I pulled a Temple down, And from the ruins of that built up a stews, She lives, but Butcher Like the Ox I'll use. May it please your Majesty- It is dispatched, the Queen is lost, never to be found. Commend me to the King And tell him this, mine honour is not wracked, Though his Love be. Mad! Mad, shall I work upon her? Give me the key, make all fast, leave us, I'll skrew her wits to the right place. Yes. All women by the Yard sure, it's no life else. Yes marry are you, for the Law allows none to be of discretion, till they come to twenty one. I am not what I seem, no Doctor I But by your Husband sent in this disguise To found your bosom. Here has he locked his mind up, but for me To put a burning linstock in a hand That may give fire, and send my Soul in powder, I know not, pardon me, fare you well Lady. The eyes of mercy guard thee Were't known for what I ventured thus, 'twere death, I'll to your husband. Excellent, he shall second you. All's fast, run mad again then, the King thinks Me some rare fellow, you shall leave the Court Now if you'll taste my counsel. Fit then down here I'll bind you fast because it shall appear, That you grow worse and worse, then will I tell The King, the only course to leave you well, Is to remove you home to mine own Lodging, I'll bind you. Once hence, you may fiye To the Straights, and then cross over to Barbary: So, the art a Strumpet. A damned one; Dost thou not know me! I am Gazetto! Who Like a ball of wildfire have been tossed To make others sport, but here I burst and kill: A perjured Strumpet. Swear thou art not mine, That when I see thy heart drunk with hight oaths, This Fiend may pitch thee reeling into Hell, Swear that thou art not mine. To the heart? I'll not kill thee now for spite Because thou beggest it. Neither, here's that shall sink thee; to the King Thy juggling and these Letters shall be shown. Thou shalt then swear— Because I know he'll force the tie a knot, The Church must see and figh at, if he marries thee, Swear when he comes to touch thy naked side, To bury him in those sheets, thou art his Bride. Till then my vengeance sleeps, Where is the King? I have refined That Chaos which confounded her fair mind. You lie. And excellent mask against the marriage, now get a pri vate Coat, the King means to have you stabbed. He has not the patience to stay the dressing of his meat of thy providing, he will have it taken up, and eat the flesh raw, he will be married incontinently. Yes, and set them to your head, she follows the steps of her old grandam, all evils take their names from her, the ills of Eve, thy wife for the hoop ring thou marriedst her withal, hath sworn to send thee a Deaths head. Sworn, were thy case my case; I would set a Devil at her elbow in the very Church, I would kill her as she gave a way her hand. I'll place thee, I'll put thy foot into the stirrup. Farewell, eat her very heart. Exit. Why didst not kill her? Heaven came it self down, and forbade the Banes. Must! we are for him. Chew none, fear nothing. Has she betrayed me, yes, hence Antic vizors I'll now appear my self. The same. And were not my hands tied by your prevention: It should go forward yet, my plot lay there (King) to have her kill thee; this Cuckold her, Then had I made him Hawks-meat. The laughing days I wished for, are now come sir I am glad that leaping into such a Gulf, I am not drowned, your Queen lives. She lives; I had no reason to kill her. I had not the heart to hurt a woman, if I had, your little face had been malled ere this, but my Anger's out, forgive me.