DOLL

Uds life, do you stand with your naked weapons in your hand, and do nothing with em? put one of em into my fingers, I'll tickle the pimple-nosed varlets. You cannot, you pasty-footed Rascals, you will stay one day in hell. Ime as melancholy now? This is the end of all whores, to fallen into the hands of knaves. Drawer, tie my shoe pry thee: the new knot as thou seest this: Philip is a good honest Gentleman, I love him be cause heel spend, but when I saw him on his Father's Hobby, and a brace of Punks following him in a coach, I told him he would run out, hast done boy? How now goodman rogue. Doll ! you reprobate! out you Bawd for seven years by the custom of the City. Prate you: the rotten toothd rascal, will for six pence fetch any whore to his masters customers: and is every one that swims in a Taffatie gown Lettis for your lips? uds life, this is rare, that Gentlewomen and Drawers, must suck at one Spigot: Do you laugh you unseasonable puck-fist? do you grin? Pox a your guts, your kidneys; mew: hang ye, rook: I'm as melancholy now as Fleetstreet in a long vacation. When begins the to me? My Suits you base ruffian have been tried at West minster already: so soon as ever the term begins, I'll change my lodging, it stands out a the way; I'll lie about Charing cross, for if there be any stirrings, there we shall have they: or if some Dutchman would come from the States! o! these Flemings pay soundly for what they take. At Tyburn will you not? a lodging of your proui ding? to be call worser a Lieutenants, or a Captains wench! o! I scorn to be one of your Low-country commodities, I; is this body made to be maintained with Provant and dead pay? no: the Mercer must be paid, and Satin gown be taken up. Stay: I have had a plot a breeding in my brains— Are all the Q est-houses broken up? What then? marry then is the wind come about, and for those poor wenches that before Christmas fled Westward with bag and baggage, come now sailing alongst the lee shore with a No therly wind and we that had warrants to lie with out the liberties, come now dropping into the freedom by Owl-light sneakingly. Marry this: Gentlemen, and Tobacco-stinckers, and such Like are still buzzing where sweet meats are (Like Flies) but they make any flesh stink that they blow upon: I will leave those fellows therefore in the hands of their Laundresses: Sil ver is the Kings stamp, man Gods stamp, and a woman is men stamp, we are not cum rant till we pass from one man to and other. For that, Saint Martins and we will talk: I know we shall have Gudgions bite presently: if they do boys, you shall live Like Knights fe lowes; as occasion serves, you shall wear liveries and wait, but when Gulls are my windfalls, you shall be Gentlemen, and keep them company: seek out Jack Hornet incontinently. Do so:— The world's a stage, from which strange shapes we borrow: To day we are honest, and rank knaves to morrow. Exeunt. Hornet, now you play my Father, take heed you be not out of your partly, and shame your adopted Daughter. The pox shall be in your lungs Hornet. Peace, somebody rings: run both, while he has the the rope in's hand if it b a prize, hale him, if a man a war, blow him up, or hang him out at the main yards end. O! why diverse: I have a Clothiers Factor or two; a Grocer that would feign Pepper me, a Welsh Gaptaine that lays hard siege, a Dutch Marcha ̄ to, that would spend all that he's able to make ith' low countries, but to take measu e of my Holland sheets when I lie in they: I hear trampling: it's my Flemish Hoy. Ick vare well God danke you: Nay Ime and apt schol ler and can take. 'Tis my father. No Father I understand him, but master Hans, I would not be seen hanging about any men neck, to be counted his Jewel, for any gold. Hers a pretty thing: do these wheels spin up the hours! what's a clock. Oh fie: I do but jest, for in truth I could never abide a watch. They say Whores and bawds go by clocks, but what a Manasses is this to buy twelve hours so dearly, and then be begged out of'em so easily? heel be out at heals shortly sure for he's out about the clocks already: Oh foolish young man how dost thou spend thy time? Theres a moral in that: flay off your skins, you precious Cannibals: Oh that the welch Captain were here a gain, and a drum with him, I could march now, ran, tan, tan, ta ra, ran, tan, tan, sirrah Philip has thy father any plate in's house. Is't a match Sirs? shalls be merry with him and his muse. I'll send then my vant-currer presently: in the mean time, march after the Captain, scoundrels, come hold me up: Look how Sabrina sunk ith' river Severn, So will we four be drunk ith' shipwreck Tavern. Exeunt. And by and by melancholic Like a Tilter that hath broke his staves foul before his Mistress. See who knocks: thou shalt see me make a fool of a Poet, that hath made five hundred fools. Is he? I should for the more state let him walk some two hours in and utter room: if I did owe him money, 'twere not much out of fashion; but come enter him: Stay, when we are in private conference send in my Tailor. Who's that keeps such a prating? I'll have you preferred to be a Crier: you have and exlent throat for't: pox a the Poet is he not come yet? Cry you mercy: I would cursed my Monkey for shrewd turns a hundred times, and yet I love it never the worse I protest. You write the sweeter verse a great deal sir, I hau herd much good of your wit master Poet: you do many de vises for Citizens wives: I care not greatly because I have a City Laundress already, if I get a City Poet too: I have such a devise for you, and this it is. Enter Tailor. Oh welcome Tailor: do but wait till I dispatch my Tailor, and I'll discover my device to you. No: I pray thee stay: I must have you sweat for my device Master Poet. Scurvy, very scurvy. I'll sup in my bed: get you home to your odging and come when ̄ I send for you, o filthy rogue that I am. A leg and a Calf! I have had better of a butcher forty times for carrying a body! not worth begging by a Bar ber-surgeon. Wretchedness: grief: old fellow thou hast be witch me; I can neither eat for thee, nor sleep for thee, nor lie quietly in my bed for thee. I was born sure in the dog days me so unlucky; I, in whom neither a flaxen hair, yellow beard, French doublet, nor Spanish hose, youth nor personage, rich ace nor money cold ever breed a true love to any, ever to any man, am now besot ted, dote, am mad, for the carcase of a man, and as if I were a baud, no ring pleases me but a death's head. I confess it. I confess, I have been and Inn for any guest. I confess (for I would been taught to hide nothing from my Suergeon and thou art he) I confess that old stinking Surgeon Like thy self) whom I call father, that Hornet never sweat for me, Ime none of his making. Fiend art thou razed to torment me. This goats—peezle of thine — Out you base scums, come you to disgrace me in my wedding shoes? Never I protest, I will be as true to thee, as Beware and Wades-mill are one to another. I will therefore take a fair house in the City: no mat ter though it be a Tavern that has blown up his Master: it shall be in trade S ill, for I know diverse Taverns ith Town, that have but a Wall between them and a hothouse. It shall then be given out, that I'm a Gentlewoman of such a birth, such a wealth, have had such a breeding, and so forth, and of such a carriage, and such qualities, and so forth: to set it off the better, old Jack Hornet shall take upon him to be my Father. And under sheriff cannot cover a knave more cunningly. Why I tell thee Jack Hornet, if the Devil and all the Bro kers in long lane had rifled their wardrobe, they would would been damned before they had fitted thee thus. If thou Wertenberg hung in chains, thou couldst not show better. As they do upon banckrout retainers backs at Saint Georges feast in London : but at Westminster, It makes they scorn the badge of their occupation: there the bragging velure-cani and hobbi-horses, prance up and down as if some a the Ti ters had ridden they. The greatest what? Out upon him. We can hear neither clock, nor Jack going, we dwell in such a place that I fear I shall never find the way to Church, because the Bells' hang so far; Such a watch as this, would make me go down with the Lamb, and be up with the Lark. And other peal! good father launch out this hollander. My father could take up, upon the bareness of his word five hundred pound: and five toe. But he scorns to be—and I scorn to be— Alas Master Allom, 'tis but poor fifty pound. Sir, I know not how to repay this kindness: but when my father — Between one and two. You so bind me sir, —go sirrah: Master Allom, I would some Queen nces brought from our house ith Country to preserve, when shall we have any good Sugar come over? the wars in Barbary make S her at such and excessive rate; you pay sweetly now I warrant, sir do you not. Nay by my faith four or five loves wil-be enough, and I'll pay you at my fi st child Master Allom. You shall sir, I borrow more of you. Ex. Allo. & Leu. Welcome good captain Iynkins. A Barber he's may Taylor; I bid him measure how High, he would make the standing collar of my new Taffatie Gown before, and he as Tailors will be saucy and lickerish, laid me over the lips. You know 'tis not for a Gentlewoman to stand with a knave, for a small matter, and so I would not strive with him, one lie to be rid of him. Captain, isle be led by you in any thing! a Taylor! foh. Of the meanest stature Captain, not a S ze longer than your see fe, nor shorter. Because your smallest Arrows fly farthest; ah you little hard-fauord villain, but sweet villain, I love thee be cause thou'lt draw a my side, hang the rogue that will not fight for a woman. Pree the good Captain Jynki S, teach me to speak some welch, me thinks a Welshmans tongue is the neatest tongue! — How do you say, I love you with all my heart. Mi caram whee, en hellhound. Oh, my caram whee en hellon. Come tit me, come tat me, come throw a kiss at me, how is that? Say Captain that I should follow your colours into your Country how should I fare there? Not with your Shrop-sheire carriers, Captain. Bestow your Coach upon me, & two young white Mares, and you shall see how I'll ride. Oh good Captain, 'tis my Cozen. Oh sweet villain, set it up. Exit, and Enter presently. A Captain, a Captain: but hast scaped the Dunkerks ho nest Philip? Philip ryalls are not more welcome: did thy father pay the sho ? Canst not borrow some of it? we shall have guests to morrow or next day and I would serve the hungry rag-a-muffins in plate, though it none of mine own. Why pree the, let me be one of thine Ants, and do it for me then. As Ime virtuous and a Gentlewoman isle restore. What manner of man is thy father? Sfoot idem feign see the witty Monkey because thou sayest he's a Poet: isle tell thee, what isle do: Lever-poole or Chartly, shall Like my Gentleman us her go to him, and say such a Lady sends for him, about a son net or and epitaph for her child that died at nurse, or for some device about a mask or so; if he comes you shall stand in a cor ner, and see in what State isle bear my self: he does not know me, nor my lodging. So sir: if you have a sweet breath, and do not smell of sweaty linen, you may draw nearer, nearer. A cup of wine there: what fashion will make a woman have the best body Taylor. And what meat will make a woman have a fine wit Master Poet. Foul sayest thou: I know them that feed of it every meal, and yet are as arrant fools as any are in a kingdom of my c edit: hast thou done Taylor? now to discover my device sir: I'll drink to you sir. I'll have you make 12. poesies for a dozen of cheese tren chers. Why in welch sir. I will bestow them indeed upon a welch Captain: one that loves cheese better than venison, for if you should but get 3. or 4. Cheshire cheeses and set them a running down High gate-hill, he would make more hast after the ̄ than after the best kennel of hounds in England ; what think you of my device? Faith I paid sweetly for the cup, as it may be you and some other Gentleman have done for their Arms. To make a device for cheese-trenchers. Pree the Poet what dost thou think of me. Nay sir, I was told you would rail: but what do you think of my device sir, nay: but you are not to depart yet Mai ster Poet: wut sup with me? I'll cashier all my young barnicles, & weel talk over a piece of mutton and a partridge, wisely. Saint Antony's fire light in your Spanish slops: uds life, ille make you know a difference, between my mirth and mell ancholy, you panderly rogue. I'll humour you and you pox me: uds life have I lain with a Spaniard of late, that I have learned to mingle such water with my Malago, Other's some scurvy thing or other breeding; how many several loves of Players of Vaulters, of Lieutenants have I entertained beside a runner a the ropes, and now to let blood when the sign is at the heart? should I send him a letter with some Jewel in't, he would requite it as lawyers do, that re-returne a woodcock pie to their clients, when they send them a Basin and a Eum e, I will instantly go and make my self drunk, till I have lost my memory, live a scoffing Poet? Exit. Now Master Poet, I sent for you. My Ladyship and your Lordship lie both in one man ner; you have conjured up a sweet spirit in me have you not Rimer? So would I, for then thou couldst do me no hurt; now thou dost. Thou hast a filthy foot, a very filthy carriers foot. And which most turns up a woman's stomach, thou art and old hoary man: thou hast gone over the bridge of many years, and now art ready to drop into a graven: what do I see then in that withered face of thine? He's but a cheater, and I the false die he plays with all, I power all my poison out before thee, because hereafter I will be clean: shun me not, loath me not, mock me not, plagues confound thee, I hate thee to the pit of hell, yet if thou goest thither, isle follow thee, run, aid do what thou canst, isle run and ride over the world after thee. Dost not? am I but and implement? by all the maiden heads that are lost in London in a year (& thats a great oath) for this trick, other manner of women than my self shall come to this house only to laugh at thee; and if thou wouldst labour thy heart out, thou shalt not do withal. Exit. Enter Servant. If we ave but good draughts in my peeter-boate, fresh Salmon you sweet villains shall be no meat with us. All the lessons that I would pricked out for they, is when the Weathercock of my body turns towards them, to stand bore. Nay Sfoot, then isle change my tune: I may cause such leaden-heeld rascals; out of my sighed: a knife, a knife I say: Oh Master Allom, if you love a woman, draw out your knife and undo me, undo me. O I shall burst, if I cut not my lace: I'm so vexed! my father he's rid to Court: one was about a matter of a 1000. pound weight; and one of his men Like a rogue as he is is rid another way for rends, I looked to have had him up yesterday, and up to day, and yet he shows not his head; S e he's run away, or r bd & run through; and here was a scrivener but even now, to put my father in mind of a bound, that will be forfeit this night if the money be not paid Mais er Allom. Such cross fortune! Pree the comb thy beard with a comb of black lead, it may be I shall affect thee.