JUSTINIANO

What are you? Say you? What my most happy wife? Iealiousie: in faith I do not fear to lose that I have lost already: What are you? Do not I know these tricks, That which thou makest a colour for thy sin, Hath been thy first undoing? painting, painting. Have you done? have you dispatch? 'tis well, and in troth what was the motion? Why look you, I am wondrous merry, can any man dis cerne by my face, that I am a Cuckold? I have known many sus pected for men of this misfortune; when they have walked though row the streets, wear their hats over their eyebrows, Like polli tick pen houses, which commonly make the shop of a Mercer, or a Linen Draper, as dark as a room in Bedlam. His cloak shrou ding his face, as if he were a Neopolitan that had lost his beard in April, and if he wa'k through the street, or any other narrow read (as 'tis rate to meet a Cuckold) he ducks at the penthouses, Like and Ancient that dares not flourish at the oath taking of the Praetor, for fear of the sign-posts? Wife, wife, do I any of these? Come what news from his Lordship? has not his Lordship's for tue once gone against the hair, and coveted corners. Except the forehead deer wife, except the forehead. I, I, provoking resistance, 'tis as if you come to buy wares in the City, bid money fort, your Mercer, or Goldsmith says, truly I cannot take it, lets his customer pass his stall; next, nay perhaps two, or three, but if he find he is not prove to return of himself, he calls him back, and back, and takes his money: so you my deer wife, (Oh the policy of women, and Tradesmen: theile bite at any thing.) No Laundress deer wife, though your credit would go far with Gentlemen for taking up of Linen: no Laundress? Very good, very good. I by this light also one, I have done as some Citizens at their ty, and most heirs at three and twenty, made all away, why do you not ask me now what you shall do? To his Lordship: will you not wife? So, so. Your worship is welcome to England: I poured out Ori sons for your arrival. Your worship is in the right way verily: they must so, but a number of better things between Westminster bridge and tem ple bar both of a worshipful, and honourable erection, are fallen to decay, and have suffered putrefaction, since Charing fell, that were not of half so long standing as the poor wry-neckt Monument. Both Wives, Maids, and Daughters: and I thank God, the very worst of them lie by very good men's sides: I pick out a poor living amongst em, and I am thankful for it. Come Michael-tide next, this thirteen year. Master Honisuckle I am in great hope she shall fructify: I will do my best for my partly: I can do no more then another man can. So far as my poor talent can stretch, It shall not be hid den from her. Truly sir she took her letters very suddenly: and is now in her Minoms. You sir, She fetches up you best of all: her single you she Can fashion two or three ways: but her double you, is as I would wish it. O! Your wife by ods: sheele take more in one hour, then I can fasten either upon mistress Tenterbooke, or mistress Wafer, or Mistress Flapdragon (the Brewers wife) in three. Is he departed? Is old Nestor marched into Troy? Why then clap up coppy-books: down with pens, hang up inckhornes, and now my sweet Honisuckle, see what golden winged Be from Hybla, flies humming, with Crura thymo plenam, which he will empty in the Hive of your bosom. At the skirt of that sheet in black work is wrought his name, break not up the wildfowl, till anon, and then feed upon him in private: theres other irons i'th fire: more sacks are come ming to the Mill, Oh you sweet temptations of the sons of A dam, I commend you, extol you, magnify you: Were I a Poet by Hipocrene I swear, (which was a certain Well where all the Muses watered) and by Pernassus eke I swear, I would ime you to death with praises, for that you can be content to lie with old men all night for their money, and walk to your gardens with young men i'th day time for your pleasure: O you delicate damnations: you do but as I would do: were I the properest, sweetest, plumpest, Cherry-cheeked, Corrall-lipt woman in a kingdom, I would not dance after one men pipe. Especially after and old men. Especially after and old Citizens. Marry because the Suburbs, and those without the bars, have more privilege then they within the freedom: what needs one woman do ate upon one Man? Or one man be mad Like Or lando for one woman. Why should I long to eat of Bakers bred only, when theres so much Sifting, and bolting, and grinding in every cor ner of the City; men and women are born, and come running into the world faster then Coaches do into Cheapside upon Simon and Jude's day: and are eaten up by Death faster, then Mut tun and porridge in a term time. Who would pin their hearts to any Sleeve: this world is Like a Mint, we are no sooner cast into the fire, taken out again, hamerd, stamped, and made Currant, but presently we are change: the new Money (Like a new Drab) is catched at by Dutch, Spanish, Welch, French, Scotch, and Eng lish: but the old cracked King Harry groats are shoueld up, feel bruising, and battering, clipping, and melting, they smoke sort. Scurvy? worse then the conscience of a Broom man, that carries out new beware, and brings home old shoes: a naughty-pack? Why theres no Minute, no thought of time pass ses, but some villainy or other is a brewing: why, even now, now, at holding up of this finger, and before the turning down of this, some are murdering, some lying with their maids, some picking of pockets, some cutting purses, some cheating, some weighin out bribes. In this City some wives are Cuckolding some Husbands. In yonder Village some farmers are now-now grinding the Jaw bones of the poor: therefore sweet Scholar, sugared Mistress Ho nisuckle, take Summer before you, and lay hold of it? why, even now must you and I hatch and egg of iniquity. Its the fault of many that fight under this band. We are all weathercocks, and must follow the wind of the present: from the bias. I will so; and now for a good cast: theres the Knight, sir Gos n Glowworm. He took up Silks upon his bound I confess: nay more, he's a knight in print: but let his knighthood be of what stamp it will, from him come I, to entreat you, and Mistress Wafer, and mistress Tenterhook, being both my scholars, and your honest pew fellows, to meet him this afternoon at the Rhenesh-wine-house ith Stillyard. Captain Whirlpool will be there, young Lynstock the Alderman's Son and Heir, there too, will you steal forth, & taste of a Dutch Bun, and a Keg of Sturgeon. Few excuses: You must to the pawn to buy Lawn: to Saint Martins for Lace; to the Garden: to the Glass-house; to your Gossips: to the Powlters: else take out and old ruff, and go to your Sempsters: excuses? Why, they are more ripe then med le at Christmas. Two: the way-through Pauls: every wench take a pillar, there clap on your Masks: your men will be behind you, and before your prayers be half done, be before you, & man you out at several doors. Yowl be there? Buy any small Coal, buy any small Coal. What sayest boy. Oh boy the pillory assures many a man that he is no cukold, for how impossible wear it a man should thrust his head through so small a Loope-ho'e if his forehead were branched boy? I'll tell thee, the Term lying at Winchester in Henry the Thirds days, and many French Women coming out of the Isle of Wight thither (as it hath always been seen) though the Isle of Wight could not of long time neither in dure Foxes nor Lawyers. yet it could brook the more dreadful Cockatrice, there were many Punks in the Town (as you know our Term is their Term) your Farmers that would spend but three pence on his ordinary, would lavish half a Crown on his Lechery: and many men (Calves as they were) would ride in a Farmers foul boots before breakfast, the commonest sinner had more fluttering about her, then a fresh punk hath when she comes to a Town of Garrison, or to a university. Captains, Scholars, Servingmen, Jurors, Clark's, Townsmen, and the Blackguard used all to one Ordinary, and most of them were called to a pitiful reckoning for before two returns of Michaelmas, Surgeons were full of business, the care of most secrecy grew as common as Lice in Ireland, or as scabs in France. One of my Tribe a Collier carried in his Cart 40. maimed soldiers to Salsbury, looking as pitifully as Dutchmen first made drunk, then carried to bee-heading. Every one that met him cried, beware the Goose Collier, and from that day to this, the a re cord to be seen at Croiden, how that pitiful uva tage which in deed was virtue in the Collier, that all that time would carry no Coals, laid this Imputation on all the posterity. Boy where dwells master Wafer? Hath he not a child at nurse at More-clack? That I do, the Child is wondrous sick: I was wild to ac quaint thy master and Mistress with it. So, if all should fail me, I could turn Collier. Oh the villainy of this age, how full of secrecy and silence (contrary to the opinion of the world) have I ever found most women. I have sat a whole of ternoone many times by my wife, and looked upon her eyes, and felt if her pulses have Beatrice, when I have named a suspected love, yet all this while have not drawn from her the least scruple of confessi on. I have lain awake a thousand nights, thinking she would have revealed somewhat in her dreams, and when she has begun to speak any thing in her sleep, I have jogged he , and cried I sweet heart. But when will your love come, or what did he say to thee over the stall? Or what did he do to thee in the Garden-chamber? Or when will he send to thee any letters, or when wilt thou send to him any money, what and idle coxcomb jealousy will make a man. Enter Wafer and his wife. Well, this is my comfort that here comes a creature of the same headpiece. Here forsooth. Faith mistress I do not know the infirmity of it: will you buy any small Coal, say you? Admirable Mistress, how happy be our Englishwomen that are not troubled with Jealous husbands; why your Italians in general are so Sunburnt with these Dogdays, that your great La die there thinks her husband loves her not if he be not ealious: what confirms the liberty of our women more in England, then the Italian Proverb, which says if there were a bridge over the narrow Seas, all the women in Italy would show their husbands a Million of light pair of heals, and fly over into England. Seven. In Blackfriars, there take Water, keep a loof from the shore, on with your Masks, up with your sails, and Westward Hoe Oh the quick apprehension of women, the'ile groape out a men meaning presently, well, it rests now that I discover my self in my true shape to these Gentlewomen's husbands: for though I have played the fool a little to beguile the memory of mine own misfortune, I would not play the knave, though I be taken for a Bankrupt, but indeed as in other things, so in that, the world is much deceived in me, for I have yet three thousand pounds in the hands of a sufficient friend, and all my debts discharged. I have re ceiued here a letter from my wife directed to S ode, wherein she most repentam tly intreateth my return, with protestation to gyve me assured trial of her honesty. I cannot tell what to think of it, but I will put it to the test, there is a great strife between beauty, & Chastity, and that which pleases many is neue free from em tation: as for Jealousy, it makes many Cuckolds, many fools, and many bankrupts: It may have abused me and not my wives honesty: I'll try it: but first to my secure and do king Company on. God save you. Why Gentlemen I never came there. Marry your daily guest I thank you. I yours. I was the pedant that learned your wives to write, I was the Colliar that brought you news your child was sick, but the truth is, for ought I know, the Child is in health, and your wives are gone to make merry at Brainford. You little dream what gallants are with them. Four Gallants by this light, Mai Monopoly is one of them. Would you laugh at that! why do you laugh at it then, they are there by this time, I cannot stay to give you more particular in telligence: I have received a letter from my wife hear, if you will call me at Putney, I'll bear you company. I met Sergeant Ambush, and wild him come to this house to you presently, so Gentlemen I leave you Bawd I have nothing to say to you now; do not think to much in so dangerous a matter for in women's matters 'tis more dangerous to stand long delibera ting then before a battai e. Whats he? complexion to? you are a bawd. Do you hear, if you have any business to dispatch with that deaf goodness there, pray you take leave: opportunity, that which most of you long for (though you never be with Child) opportunity? I'll find some idle business in the mean time, I will, I will in truth, you shall not need fear me, or you may speak French, most of your kinds can understand French: God buy you. Being certain thou art false: sleep, sleep my brain, for doubt was only that, which fed my pain. Motion, why Like the motion in law, that stays for a day of hearing, yours for a night of hearing. Come lets not have Apri l in your eyes I pray you, it shows a wanton month follows your weeping? Love a woman for her tea es? Let a man love Oist rs for their water, for women though they should weep cour enough to serve a Dyer, or a Brewer, yet they may be as stale as Wenches, that travail every second tied between Graves end, and Billingsga e. Any thing: I have sold my House, and the wares int? I am going for Stoad next tide, what will you do now wife? Go, no longer will I make my care thy prison. So, farewell the acquaintance of all the mad Devils that haunt Iealiousie, why should a man be such and ass to play the antic for his wives appetite? Imagine that I, or any other great man have on a velvet Nightcap, and put case that this nightcap be to little for my ears or forehead, can any man tell me where my Nightcap wrings me, except I besuch and ass to proclaim it; Well, I do play the fool with my misfortune very hand some lie. I am glad that I am certain of my wives dishonesty; for a see cret strumpet, is Like mines prepared to ruin goodly buildings. Farewell my care, I have told my wife I am going for Stoad; thats not my course, for I resolve to take some shape upon me, and to live disguised here in the City; they say for one Cuckold to know that his friend is in the Like head-ake, and to give him counsel, is as if there were two partners, the one to be arrested, the other to bail him: my estate is made oue to. My friends, that do verily believe, I mean to leave England. Have amongst you City dams? You that are indeed the fittest, and most proper persons for a Comedy, nor let the world lay any imputation up on my disguise, for Court, City, and Country, are merely as masks one to the other, envied of some, laughed at of others, and so to my comical business. Salve tu quo que Jubeo to salvere plurimum. The more is the pity, if any daws do come into the tem ple, as I fear they do. Sir, your vulgar and foure-peny-pen-men, that Like your London Sempsters keep open shop, and fell learning by retail, may keep their beds, and lie at their pleasure: But we that edi fie in private, and traffic by whole sale, must be up with the lark, because Like Country Attorneys, we are to shuffle up many mat ters in a forenoon. Certes master Honisuckle, I would sing Laus Deo, so I may but please all those that come under my fingers: for it is my duty and function, Perdy, to be fervent in my vocation. She leans somewhat too hard upon herpen yet sir, but practice and animadversion will break her from that. Its but my pains to mend the neb again. Sir so long as your mirth be void of all Squirrility, 'tis not unfit for your calling: I trust ere few days be at and end to have her fall to her joining: for she has her letters and unguem: her A. her great B. and her great C. very right Worser. and E. delicate: his double F. of a good length, but that it straddels a little to wide: at the G. very cunning. But her: double LL is well: her Oh. of a reasonable Size: at her p. and Q. neither Merchants Daughter, Alderman's Wife, young country Gentlewoman, nor Courtiers Mistress, can match her. A small fault: most of my scholars do so: look you sir, do not you think your wife will mend: mark her dashes, & her strokes, and her breakings, and her bendings? Puple. Which room? where are they? woe ho, ho, ho, so, ho boys. Not till I am in: and then lock out the devil though he come in the shape of a puritan. Who would not be scratched with the briers and brambles to have such burrs sticking on his breeches: Save you gentlemen: Oh noble Knight. Am not I (gentlemen) a Ferret of the right hair, that can make three Conies bolt at a clap into your pursenets? would? little do their 3. husbands dream what copies I am setting their wives now? Wertenberg not a rare Jest if they should come sneaking upon us Like a horrible noise of Fiddlers. Whose there? Peepers: Intelligencers: E esdroppers. O Lord? Oh Gentlemen, Knight, Ladies, that may be, Citizens wives that are, shift for your selves, for a pair of your husbands heads are knocking together with Hans his, and inqui ring for you. Omni. Keep the door locked. I did but make a false fire, to try your vallor, because you cried let em come. By this glass of woman's wine, I would not would seen their Spirits walk here, to be dubbed deputy of a Ward, I, they would would Chronicled me for a Fox in a Lambs skin: But come: Is this merry Midsummer night agreed upon? when shall it be? where shall it be? Thats the block now we all stumble at: Wind up that ring well, and all the consorts in tune. Nay if he be and Ass he will keep his countenance. I see I'm born still to draw Don out ath mire for you: that wise beast will I be. I'll be that Ass that shall groan under the burden of that abominable lie. Heaven pardon me, and pray God the infant be not punished fort. Let me see: I'll break out in some filthy shape Like a Thrasher, or a Thatcher, or a Sowg lder, or something: and speak dreamingly, and swear how the child pukes, and eats nothing (as perhaps it does not) and lies at the mercy of God, (as all children and old folks do) and then scholar Wafer, play you your partly. Where will you meet ith morning? The Greyhound, the Greyhound in Blackfriars, and ex cellent Rendezvous. And then you may whip forth two first, and two next, on a sudden, and take Boat at Bridewell Dock most privately. I'll go make ready my rustical properties: let me see schol ler High you home, for your child shall be sick within this half hour. Will it please your Lordship to it, I shall receive small plea sure if I see your Lordship stand. Kissed me last morning. Gave me this Jewel last morning. To me upon mine honesty, swore you would built me a lodging by the Thames side with a watergate to it: or else take me a lodging in Cole-harbor. Or keep me in a Labyrinth as Harry kept Ro amond where the Minotaur my husband should not enter. To me upon my honour, hard was the siege, which you laid to the Crystal walls of my chastity, but I held out you know: but because I cannot be too stony hearted, I yielded my Lord, by this token my Lord (which token lies at my heart Like led) but by this token my Lord, that this night you should commit that sin which we all know with me. Do I look ugly, that you put thee upon me: did I give you my hand to horn my head, thats to say my husband, and is it come to thee: is my face a filthy face, now it is yours, then when it was his: or have I two faces under one hood. I confess I have laid mine eyes in brine, and that may change the copy. But my Lord I know what I am. I can pray but I will not die, thou liest: My Lord there drops your Lady; And now know, Thou unseasonable Lecher, I am her husband Whom thou wouldst make whore, read: she speaks there thus, Unless I came to her, her hand shou worser free Her Chastity from blemish, proud I was Of her brave mind, I came, and seeing what slavery Poverty, and the frai tie of her Sex H worser, and was Like to make her Subject to, I begged that she would die, my suit was granted, I poisoned her, thy lust there strikes her dead, Horns feared, plague worse, than sticking on the head. My Lord. That borrowed name is mine. Sh ft for your selves: Away, shift for your selves; fly, I am taken. I will tell thee, Those three are partners with me in the murder, We four commixed the poison, shift for your selves. See Gentlemen, the Italian that does scorn, Beneath the Moon, no baseness Like the horn, Has poured through all the veins of yond chased bosom, Strong poison to preserve it from that plague, This flesh'y Lord: he doted on my wife, He would have wrought on her and played on me. But to pare off these brims, I cut off her, And gulled him with this lie, that you had hands Dipped in her blood with mine, but this I did, That his stained age and name might not be hid. My Act (though vild) the world shall crown a joust, I shall die eleere, when he lives soiled with lust: But come: rise Moll. Awake sweet Moll, th'ast played The woman rarely, counterfeited well. See, Lucrece is not slain, Her eyes which lust called Suns, have their first beams, And all these fr ghtments are but idle dreams: Yet (afore Jove) she had her knife prepared To let his blood forth ere it should run black? Do not these open cuts now, cool your back? Methinks they should: when Vice sees with broad eyes Her ugly form, she does h rselfe despise. Fortune favors fools, your Lords a wise Lord: So: how now? would? This is that makes me fat now, is't not Ratsbane to you Gentlemen, as pap was to Nestor, but I know the invisible sins of your wives hang at your eye-lides, and that makes you so heavy headed. Would would, sound I: come Moll: the book of the siege of Oftend, writ by one that dropped in the Actium, will never fell so well, as a report of the siege between this Gr e, this wicked elder and high self, and impression of you two, would away in a May-morning: was it e er herd that such tirings, were brought away from a Lord by any wench but thee Moll, without paying, unless the wench connycatcht him? go thy thy ways: if all the great Turks Concubines were but Like thee, the ten-penny-infidell should ne ver need keep so many geldings to ney overem: come shall this Western voyage hold my hearts? Yes, yes: Sfoot you speak as if you had no hearts, & look as if you were going westward indeed: to see how plain deam ling women can pull down men: Moll yowl help us to catch Smelts too? Never better since I wore a Smock. If they have, would where might give them the Bottle: come march while the women double their files: Married men fee, theres comfort: the Moons up: before Done Pha us, I doubt we shall have a Frost this night, her horns are so sharp: do you not feel it bite. But weel fit upon one another's skir ith Boat, and lie close in straw, Like the hoary Courtier. Set on to Brainford now: where if you meet frail with es, Near swear gainst horns, invaine dame Nature strives. Would, would, purgation. Are you mad? do you know what you do? whither will you run? And uproar will you make the Town men think, that Londoners never come hither but upon Saint night? Say you should rattle up the Constable: thrash all the Con trey together, hedge in the house with Flails, Pike-staves, and Pitchforks, take your wives napping, these Western Smelts nibbling, and that Like so many ; every Smith should discover his Venus dancing with Mars, this plaster cure the head-ake. Nego, Nego, no no, it shall be proved unto you, your heads would ache worse: when women are proclaimed to be light, they strive to be more ight, for who dare disprove a Proclamation. My wife you, and I entreat you to have mercy on your , though you have none over the women. I'll tell you a tale: this last Christmas a Citizen and his wife (as it might be one of you) were invited to the Revels one night at one of the a Court: the husband (having business) trusts his wife thither to take up a room for him before: she did so: but before she went; doubts a rising, what blocks her husband would stumble at, to hinder his entrance, It was consulted upon, by what token, by what trick,, by what ban ner, or brooch he should be known to be he when he wrapped at the Gate: The crowd he was told would be greater, their clamours greater, and able to droune the throats of a shoule of fish wives: he himself therefore and excellent watchword, and the sigue at which he would hang out himself, should be a horn: he would wind his horn, and that should give them warning that he was come. The torchmen and had and Item to receaiue him: he comes, rings out his horn with and alla rum, enters with a shout, all the house rises (thinking some sowgelder pressed in) his wife blushed, the company Jested, the sim ple man Like a beggar going to the stocks laughed, as not being sensible of his own disgrace, & hereupon the punies set down this decree that no man shall hereafter come to laugh at their revels (if his wife be entered before him) unless he carry his horn about him So if you trumpet a broad and preach at the market cross, you wives shame, 'tis your own shame. Take my council, I'll ask no fee sort: bar out host: banish mine hosts, beat a way the Chamberlin, let the ost ers walk, enter you the changed mbers peaceably, lock the doors gin gerly, look upon your wives woefully, but upon the evildoers, most wickedly. And excellent harvest, this, you shall hear the poor mouse-trapt-guilty-gentlemen call for mercy; your wives you shall see kneelig at your feet, and weeping, and wringing, and blushing, and cursing Brainford and crying pardona may pardon nam may, pardona may, while you have the choice to stand either as Judges to condemn them, beadles to torment them, or con fessors to absolved them: And what a glory will it be for you 3. to kiss your wives Like forgetful husbands, to exhort and for give the young men Like pitiful father's; then to call for ears, then to cry hay for London, then to make a Supper, then to drown all in Sack and Sugar, then to go to bed, and then to rise and open shop, where you may ask any man what he lacks with your cap off, and none shall perceive whither the brims wring you. Yes. Both are in the field: will you open your door? Sfoot you would spoiled half already, & yowl spoil all, if you dam not up your villainy! nothing but villainy, Ime afraid they have smelled your breathes at the key hold, & now they set you to catch Flou ̄ dears, while in the mean time, the con piscentious Ma efactors make they ready & take Lo ̄ do ̄ napping. Break open doors, & show your selves to be beasts: if you break open ̄ doors, your wives may lay flat burglary to your charge. Why then two of them have pitched their tents there & yours lies in Ambuscado with your enemy there. Hold, I'll speak in a small voice Like one of the women; here's a friend: are you up? rise, rise; stir, stir. Mol, mask thy self, they shall not know thee. Excellent; peace, why M. Tenterhook, if the diamonds be of the reported valve, I'll pay your money receive em, keep them till Mayest. Monopoly be fatter ith purse: for Mayest. Mono poly I know you will not be long empty Mast. Monopoly. To be damned once is enough, for any one of her coat. Thy Coat is and ancient Coat, one of the seven deadly sins, put thy coat first to making; but do you hear, you more there of Iniquity, you that can lose and find your ears when you list go, sail with the rest of your baudie-traffikers to the place of sixpenny Sinfulness the suburbs. Right, I know thou hast, I'll tell you Gentlefolks, theres more resort to this Fortuneteller, then of forlorn wives married to old husbands, and of Greensickness Wenches that can get no husbands to the house of a wisewoman. She has tricks to keep a vaulting house under the Laws nose. Let that ruin of intemperance be rakt up in dust and ashes, and now tell me, if you had raised the Town, had not the tiles tumbled upon your heads: for you see your Wives are chased, these Gentlemen civil, all is but a merriment, all but a May-game; she has her Diamonds, you shall have your more ney the child is recovered, the false Collier discovered, they came to Brainford to be merry, you were caught in Birdlime; and therefore set the Hares-head against the Goose-giblets, put all instruments in tune, and every husband play music upon the lips of his Wife while I begin first. Gentlemen hasten to his rescue some, while others call for Oars. Farewell Brainford. Gold that buys health, can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless meryment. A Merchants wife. For a banquet. My fa e is as God made it my Lord: I am no devil unless women be devils, but men find em not so, for they daily hunt for them. A Merchants wife I say: Iustinianos wife. She, whom that long burding piece of yours, I mean that Wicked mother Bird lime caught for your honour. Why my Lord, has your Lordship forgotten how you courted me last morning. Will you then turn Coridon's because you are among lowns? shall it be said you have no brains being in Brainford. Well do so: but enter not so that all the country may cry shame of your doings: knock them down, burst open ̄ Erebus, and bring and old house over your heads if you do. Look you, your Schoolmaster has been in France, and lost his hair, no more Parenthesis now, but Iustiniano, I will now play the Merchant with you. Look not strange at her, nor at me, the story of us both, shall be as good, as and old wives tale, to cut off our way to London. Enter Chamberlain, How now? You may follow your Lord by the smoke, Badgers. For either a cunning woman has a Cham ̄ ber in her house or a Physician, or a picture maker, or and Attorney, because all these are good Cloaks for the rain. And then if the female party that's cliented above-stairs, be young, She's a Squires daughter of low degree, that lies there for physic, or comes up tobe placed with a Countess: if of middle age, she's a Widow, and has suits at the term or so. Heres a wench has simple Sparks in her: she's my pupile Gallants: Good-god? I see a man is not sure that his wife is in the Chamber, though his own fingers hung on the Padlock: Trapdoors, false Drabs, and Spring-locks, may cozen a Counterfeit y of Constables. How the silly Husbands might here would been gulled with Flemish money: Come: drink up Rhine, Thames and Meander dry, Theres Nobody.