BRABANT SENIOR

You shall see his humour, I pray you be fa miliar with this Gentleman master Puff, he is a man of a well grown spirit, richly worth your. I assure you, would, would, would. Of Katherine, M. Planet observe the next, M. John, what makes you so melancholy? He looks as demurely as if he were asking his Father blessing. He shall be your Fool, and you shall be his Coxe-come. Would, would, I have a simple wit, would, would. Nay stay, stay, I will help you to a delicate plump-lipt wench. O stay Mounsieur, how do you pronounce Demurra? Would, would, I'll plague him. Why this is sport imperial, by my Gentry, I would spend forty Crowns, for such and other feast of fools. Would, would. Why 'tis the recreation of my Intellect, I think I speak as significant, would, would, these are my zanies, I fill their paunches, they seed my pleasures, I use them as my fools faith, would, would. Troath I think you have a good wit, would? pray you sup with me, I love good wits, because mine own is not unfortunate: pray you sup with me. Come along then, you shall have a Capon, a Tansey, and some kick-showes of my wits, would, would, some toys of my spirit. Good morrow Sir, who lies there murdered? O for our compliment. Compliment, is as much as (what call you it) 'tis derived of the Greek word, a pox ont. You shall see M. Puff and me toss it, I'faith mark with what grace I encounter him. M. Puff, I long to do fair service to your love. I protest your abilities are infinite, your per fections matchless, your matchless perfection infinite in ability, and your infinite ability, matchless in per fection. Let us press our hairs then, with and uni form consent. Sir, I can rest but truly thankful, for your more then good conceit of my no less then little worth. And now fir for the consequent hours of the day; how stands your intention for employment? Nay I'll follow you to your graven. Gentle men yowl not accompany the coarse? A slight bubbling spirit, a Cork, a Husk. Oh filthily, he is as blunt as Pawles. A surreinde Jaded wit, but a rubs on. See who comes yonder sweating with a pack. Come, there's some knot of knavery in this trick. Come Mounsieur, come, I'll help you to a Go down the hill before, I'll follow you. Wench, Gentlemen will you laugh heartily now? I will strait frame the strongest eternal Jest That ever was built by Invention: My wife lies very private in the Town, I'll bring the French man to her presently, As to a lose lascivious Courtesan: Nor he, nor you, nor she, shall know the rest, But it shall be immortal for a Jest. It is, it is, and she is in the Inner Chamber: Boy call her forth. Well to make thee amends, boy fetch us a quart of Canary Sack. Pry thee Mall entertain this French Gentleman. Gods precious 'tis true: Boy go with me to Billingsgate. Mall I'll return straight. Brother I'll get you pardon, fear it not. I and they had good Plays, but they pro duce Such musty fopperies of antiquity, And do not suit the humorous ages backs With clothes in fashion. Faith Gent. I would brewed such a strong headed Jest Will make you drunk, and reel with laughter: You know Mounsieur John foe de king? I to gull the Fool, have brought him to my wife, as to a lose lascivious Courtesan, she being a mere stranger to the Jest, and there some three hours ago left him: but I am sure she hath so cudgeld him with quick sharp Jests, and so battered him with a volley of her wit, as indeed she is exceeding witty, and admirable chaste, that in my conscience heel never dare to court women more. Would to God he were returned. He would persuade you now that he touched her, with and immodest hand. Would, would, would. Why faith Gentlemen I am Cuckold, by this light I am. Wear the horn? I, spite of all your teeth I'll wear this Crown, and triumph in this horn. Now to the last course: Monsieur John foe de King, I will help you to a wench Mounsieur. Good faith, troth is, they are all Apes & gulls, Vile imitating spirits, dry heathy Turfs. Gentlemen, as ever you loved wench, observe M. Puff and me.