TORMIELLA

Come it shall not: Here am I sphered for ever, thy fears (deer Love) Strike coldly on thy jealous breast I know From that my Father's promise to Gazetto That he should have me, contract is there none, For my heart loathed it, is there left and oath Fit for a Maid to swear by. Pray Heaven, I be not missed at home, deer Cordolente Thou shalt no farther, I'll venture now my self. My Father's man! I am betrayed. Bilbo! Whither art thou running? Good tell me whither art going? Would! I am undone for ever. O me, what help my dearest Soul? Dare! try me. Talk not, but do. Bilbo, thou seest me not. You dally with fire, haste, haste, Bilbo farewell. Where's your master. Whither, with whom? Would! my Father! when came her who was with him? What said he, how did my Husband use him? That's well, reach my work basket, is the embroidered Muff perfumed for the Lady? Bless me from that disease and I care not, one fit of him would soon send me to my graven; my heart so throbs? What stares the man at so. As you please sir. No sir very gently. Open more, you shall have what choice you please. Indeed we cannot, it stands my Husband in more. My Husband is from home, and I want skill To trade in such Commodities, but my man Shall wait upon your Ladyship. I'll wait upon you Madam, Sirrah your cloak. Make haste. No wines at all. Muse my man stays. As the Sun To the new married Spring, the Spring to the Earth. Mine shall show none, Umh! 'Twas well you were no City. It seems, You yielded ever you needed. I find they. My husband comes not, I dare not stay. What means this, are there bawds Ladies too Shall not a lamb tremble at the butchers knife. Let go your hold, keep off, what violent hands Soever force me, never shall touch woman more, I'll kill ten Monarchs ere I'll be ones whore. Avoid thou devil. O thou base Otter hound, help, help. The best in Spain shall know this. Good pitch let me not touch thee, Spain has a King: If from his royal throne Justice be driven, I shall find right, at the Kings hands of Heaven. The King, alas poor slave. A Raven stuck with Swans feathers, scarecrow dressed brave. O me! what way to heaven can be through hell. Kill me, for what cause? I know none, unless the Lamb should ask The Butcher why he comes to cut his throat. Why would you do all this? O never— Now you do it. Never by— Sure here. Alas the Court to me is and enchanted tower Wherein I'm locked by force, and bound by spells To Heaven to some, to me ten thousand Hels I drink but poison in gold, stick on the top Of a high Pinnacle, Like and idle vain (As the wind turns) by every breath being tossed And once blown down; not missed, but for ever lost. You will not murder me! To one woman Another should be pitiful, hear me speak? By Heaven, not any. They both fell from her side. None at all. I know not. I beseech you Let me shake off the golden fetters you tie About my body, you enjoy a body Without a soul, for I am now not here. At home in my poor husbands arms, This is your Court, that mine. Which of your subjects (which abroad adore Your state, your greatness, presence and your throne Of sun beams) think you now are with a wanton, Or working a chased wife to become one. What tree ever stood Long and deep rooted, that was set in blood; I will not be your whore to wear your Crown. Nor call any King my Husband, but mine own. No 'twere shame amongst all our City Dams If one could not escape free, their blasted fame's. O who can stifling escape in baser throngs, When Princes Courts threaten the selfsame wrongs! What the Church gave thee, thou hast still. Take me home with thee, I'll not stay here. Let me not come to Court. Sends the King you to blush in's room. Never thus, but thus a Princes whore. With me! Ha'st brought my shoes? You drew them not on last. I do not remember thee. A yellow! I never wore that cullor. A fault I cannot help, many Ladies beside me go so, I hope it'll grow to a fashion.. Thy Master thou sayest serves me, I should wrong him then. Softly good sweet. Danger throws eyes upon thee, Thus visit me, watch time for my escape To any Country, by thy dearest side I'll lackey all the world over, I'll not change Thee for a thousand Kings; there's gold. My Shoemaker. Angel from Heaven, fallen a Kings Concubine. A Gentleman of your Chamber. The very same. Yes, to her graven. O that I now were swallowed in some Wave. Are not you a woollen-Draper? Whither is a woman's life measured by the Ell or the Yard. I'm now near seventeen years old, if I should die at these years, am I not a fool. Out upon you, you are a Lawyer, pray get you hence, for you'll not leave me clothes to my back if I keep you company, I'm mad enough now, and you'll make me stark mad. You bob for Eels, do you not? Hist do you hear? Stay, I am not mad Yet I have cause to rave, my wits Like Bells Are backward rung, only to fright the Tyrant That while his wild lust wanders, I may fly To my sweet husbands arms, here I have hid The trains I mean to lay for mine escape. Should any watch us! For ever to thee. What's that you speak! Mercy. I am none, My Father swore that I should marry thee, And then a Tiger and a Lamb had met, I never was thine, nor ever will be. By heaven I am not, To prove I swear right to thee, change that weapon, See at my Girdle hang my wedding knives, With those dispatch me. Aim right I beseech thee. Then good villain spare me! Upon thy head be my confusion The King! I shall both feed his rage and lust, First doom me to any Tortures! By Heaven that night's his last, my joust heart keeps This vow graven there. I am well my fearful dream Is vanished, thanks to Heaven and that good man. It was my vow to do so. That Villain swore me To speed you, I had died else; me had he murdered, When in a Doctors shape he came to cure The madness which in me was counterfeit, Only to shun-your touches. Nor I ever happy until this hour. With all my heart. Yes, yes, good rest. That's well, my heart has so since I went forth, I am glad I was out of the peals of Thunder, asked he not for me, was Gazetto with him, Lycia was not he with him would! Are you sure Gazetto was not with my Father? If your Master come in, request him to stay till your fellow come for him. Run back sirrah. Not long. Some three times. I think him best worthy, To pluck the fruit, that sets it. Yes, for a whoremaster. Would! good fellow keep thy way. Th'art a base Knave, not the streets free! Farewell. I follow none. I do not. Then kill me. By mere force; a Bawd betrayed me to him. If ever I have wronged your royal bed In act, in thought, nail me for ever fast, To escape this Tiger of the Kings fierce lust I will do any thing, I will speak treason Or Drink a Cup of poison, which may blast My enticing face, and make it leprous foul: Ruin you all this, so you keep up my Soul; That's all the wealth I care for. I'll drink gall to cure me of this sickness. What shoe was the last you drew on?