ANTEROS

I knew there was a woman in the wind. I smelled her. Stay. —but now she's gone—I'll forward. Why I am not at leisure now to take And ounce of Tobacco in a week, they do So haunt me up and down. And this forsooth Is our Saint Valentine, wherein our lovers Do use to imitate Jackdaws, and Rooks, Do bill and couple. But (my star's be thanked) I'm now delivered from those petulant females. But stay, and let me recollect my self. What partly about me is't (I wonder) can Be guilty of their sin of loving me? In me thinks I am not very fair; A pretty winter countenance I wear After a cup: and I have often seen A better nose dwell better eyes between. As for my legs (not for to flatter them) Surely I think under a boot they might Become the Court, so I refrained to play At Goff — but o the traitor's apprehended, I have him fast. O thou pernicious nose, Rebellious member, have I so often raised Thy dull complexion with the spirits of sack Unto that height that thou hast dared to ourface The Sun in Cancer, and have I this reward? But if I do not humble thee again, Reduce thee to thy former state of paleness With rotgut, and cuds-nigs —let me be married. But whom have we here? 'Tis Lucius one of our loving fools: Oh ho? why then I must be tortured, That's all that I can say, I must be tortured. Now heavens be good unto me, this is called Lovers philosophy. Would brave, is not this dainty? for all this, Surely the man would take't unkindly now If I should go and tell him he was mad. Thou daring mortal: But where in this your Idol of the world Is Styx, Cocytus, or the blessed place Of the deer Furies? or the three chapt Dog? Are they without the verges of the World? Without all question this is Magic — o How I do fear a Metamorphosis. Oh how I sweat. 300000 fevers Are now upon me. Oh— Have pity (Grief) I can not pay The tribute which I owe thee, tears; Alas those Fountains are grown dry, And 'tis in vain to hope supyly From others eyes, for each man boars Enough about him of his own To spend his stock of tears upon: Oh Oh Oh. Will it be ever done? Woo then the heavens (gentle Love) To melt a Cloud for my relief Or woo the Deep or woo the Grave, Woo what thou wilt so I may have Wherewith to pay my debt, for Grief Has vowed, unless I quickly pay To take both life and love away. Gods, and the World! you everlasting Twanger— Avoid. I'll tell you. The Gentleman does mean for to consult With the entrails of your breeches, boy; the Gentleman Does mean to whip you boy, unless you straight Avoid the place with that seducing Fiddle. And you his Squire his Pandar that procures This bandy Cockatrice Music for him. fly. How fares it with our Lucius? Am I not yet transformed? me thinks I feel My self becoming Wolf — I am half Bear already. Shall I put forth my Paw, And so command him silence? Forget to love her? — o Not for a world. And er't be long we shall Have some decayed piece of Arras, that Is brought to his last suit, and has no more Lands for to fell or mortgage for new plush Will beg you for your fair revenues Sir —Death Sir I cannot flatter, Let me not live a minute if I can. You look not Like your self in that same passion; It is not manlike; ere I'de lose a sighs, Or set my soul one scruple of a note The lower for these scarecrows in clean linen These chippings of nature: I'de dam my self To a thatched Alchouse, and S to . Kitts Tobacco, And dabble there eternally: Pandora, ah Pandora. Does not this found deliciously from a man? Why so am I, And you, and every man beside, we all Are little world's. And for heavens cause why in her? Are we not all made of the self same clay? And of the same ingredients? by the same workman? It's madness Lucius this, it is not love. Nay but stay a while, I have not finished yet. Beside all this, If you do love her so, what hinders then But you might marry her, since (as I hear) The Girl is not composed of adamant Or flint, but of a supple and kind nature, And loves you too? O I am undone. Farewell. Yet stay a little, who is this? he's gone. Once more the coast is clear, now I'll adventure Towards the Shepherds door: not far from hence Hid in a thicket I have provided for me A Shepherds robes, these, if I can prevail With this same Stipes for to undertake A Servant of my commendation, Will I straight leap into, and so remain Disguised with him, for (as I understand) The family does consist of himself and's dog, As for his wife she seldom is at home Being a famous Midwife. Blessed house! Surely in such a place Hippolytus Did hunt away his solitary hours. But I forget (tick tock) why Shepherd, Stipes. How? Not yet awake? How I was dealt withal by nature when She moulded this same lump of clay together, And seasoned it with soul, I know not, but Let me get out o'th world with obloquy If ever I could find in all the heard Of womankind yet so much excellence As could procure a sighs, or kindle in me The least spark of a desire. I confess Like Whelps or Kitlings While they are young, and suck, and do not know The use of tongue, they're pretty creatures, and They may be looked upon without the danger Of either stool or vomit — but— What my little ubiquitary Loueall? my Page of the Smock? my commodity above stairs? my Court Shuttlecock? tossed from one Lady to and other? The Kernel of thy glove sweet lack. Why here's a Parcel of men flesh of another temper now, that has the art of placing his affections wisely, can love one because she's fair, a second because she's modest, and has his packets of reasons in readiness too; if he meets with a wanton Girl, that property takes him, there is hope of activity, she will not fill a bed Like Pygmalions Image before he sacrificed to Venus: if she be rude, and ignorant, her harmless simplicity catches him; he loves this for the graceful writhing of her neck; another because she can vail her borrowed teeth neatly with her Fan when she venters at laughter: nothing can escape him, every partly of woman is full of limetwigs to him: which though it be and humour contrary to mine, who care for none, yet I Like it far above your whining constancy as savouring more of the Man. Oh tanto e piu. First Cleopes your sisters Lover— I would he were. Is gone, has forsook her. And she forsooth Since his departure has betook her self Unto a veil, silence, and tears; in which Monastic habit she does spend her days. I do but tell you by tradition Sir, Not from my self; but this I can assure you, It is with us the Parenthesis of eating. Can you be quiet? next your fair Kinswoman Sweet Mistress Vrsly (who without all question Was Kitlin to Nib, o'th Queen of Fairies Kitchen, Sent to your Uncle for a Newyeeres gift Upon exchange by the Elf ) has the Parsonage Old Lively lives in hung on her crooked back; With which fair bait, your good and virtuous Uncle Does angle for some young and hungry Scholar, And daily expects the taking of the Gudgeon. This very hour no less then 6 or 7 Are nibbling at it, but the hook is seen; Your Uncle is not cunning in his fishing, And so I pray you tell him — But I have God a counter hope Against that hope of yours; I hope it is. Away, Keep back those common eyes, they be profane. Come you have learned such perfumed oaths at Court, By all their Feather-men and Tire-women, Boxes of sucus, cabinets for ceruse — Nay look you now— not for a million. Death! what a mad man's this? Why if you must and will, then see. Yes marry are they; why do you laugh so Loueall? For whom should I admire, Love, or adore more? I tell thee Jack, I care not For such poor weak Idolaters that lie prostrate To every little Star that can but twinkle; Those petty votaries of Egypt, which Worship this Onion and the Leek — for me I will not bend a knee unless it be Unto the Sun or Moon. I am mad, Yes, Yes, I am. You then that are so wise He puls him back. Enjoy your wisedomenesse alone—farewell. My company may infect you Sir, I am mad. Well, what then? I'm for you for a single game or so. Call you this a motion? One word before you travail, whither now? So you shall. He offers again and Anteros puls him back. Speak ere you go. Peradventure. Surely the man has Quicksilver in's heals. I pray thee tell me, what are they for creatures? Rather shall gain it Sir. Is a very ass, no more of him; but what's the other? And is this all? give me thy hand, I have a brace of the Like creatures at my service. I will play with thee from a Stiver to a Guilder, from a Guilder to a Doller, from a Doller to a French crown, from a French crown to a pound, from a pound, to a hundred (mark what I say) in the way of friendship, with those two grand coxcombs thou hast all to be worded so. Yes marry am I. Only I will not cloy you with and inventory of your dishes be before hand, take this in brief. One of them is a Scholar newly warm in a lambskin, Nephew to old bully Lively, at whose house they are both now, the other is and elder brother, and and heir, and he shall tell you so as soon as he sees you. But stay where shall our Campus Martius be? Let me see, [He looks upon his watch] it's joust eight now, some half and hour after nine I will not fail. Or else I'll make good the place my self, which I would be loath to do I tell you. Exit. The day's our own, we have the Sun, the wind, And all that can be called advantages, bear up. Nay sweet Master Mongrel Mistake me not, I do not go about, For to deprive you of that ornament, That fashionable quality: I but entreat you, For to be frugal in your language, and, To husband your lungs; you have and enemy That will require them all, had you more oaths. You that are grown a Time-observer, you With that fine pocket Saturn in your hand; Look this way. They are my Conqerours, if you please: but where are your employments? No more. Loueall, please you to take notice Of these Gentlemen, they are of rank, and my friends. Do not swear yet. Nay as you please. Only be sure you be not dashed. Signior mio molto honorifico, per testam deal mio padre, io non he altro, advffirirui, I me stesso, però fate capital di me, è splendetemi per quel Chio vaglio. And Inns oath Court man Sir? Gods my life! I should lose it all were my patrimony laid on't. Come on Sir, brace me your invention to the height, you see your Antagonist. Well done, 'twas smartly followed; but lets walk; You're beholding to your eyes for that. Loueall, look, look, look, another heat. Your hilt a little forwarder; very good, your very ra pier speaks French; I protest he shows in the graceful carri age of his leg, as though he had been a man of forty plays, fifteen moutings. Well, there's no remedy, I must go and relieve my Scholar.—Sir, a word in private, do you know that gentleman? Well sir, how ever you disesteem him, I could wish you would take heed of him; I wonder he did not strike you all this while. Go to, I say no more, I hold him to be the stou test man of his hands in all this side o'th country. Why he is sent for far and near by the valiant of the Parishes, to play matches at football: I tell you he is the only Hammershin this Shire can boast of; not a Servingman can keep a leg or and arm whole for him, he ha a pension from all the Surgeons within the compass of forty miles, for breaking of bones. Well, take heed, say I. Follow him, follow him, the exalted mushroom — a whoreson butterfly, he ha nothing to jeer you for but your borrowed cloak and boots; and I don't think but they be your own for all his talking. But why dost not Beatrice him man? Gods me! Beatrice him. Faith, to do them right, there be many of' um that have run through the discipline of a Bawdyhouse, & learned to quarrel there, and have seen the entrails of a Fence-school too, and in one word are sufficiently valiant; but that proves not a genera litie. There are of them (I'll warrant you) as there are of your scholars, some that wear swords, only to scare fools. Fear it not man, thou shalt live I warrant thee, to see thy good name buried before thee. Have you nothing about you to strike him with? Oh nothing better then that, follow him, to him, to him. Never stand, shall I? shall I? but do it. St, M r Mongrel. Can you but hold your peace, and follow them With your sweet William? nay, but will you go? Ex. Love. & William You'll lose the banquet if not presently. Oh — I am afraid They will offend, commit, commit before me. Why so then— What again? He speaks high, Pray heavens he does not look so high, for fear He should descry me. How's that? now all my stars be merciful! It is a vision sure, this cannot be. Nay, I'll help You with a far better expression, sir, That day that he does marry her, shall you Become and honest man; a harder Province Then to bring all the dead, to life again. (He does not see the wallet on her back.) Have the lest cause to hope. His traitorous nose: I, I, it's that I know, It's Like the Ivy-bush unto a Tavern, Which tells us there is Wine within; but I Will take and order with you Sir ever long, And have you pared. Oh! Could I commit a crime ever I was made, against nature worthy such a punishment? It is decreed, I will unman my self, immediately. Like enough. It's very likely Sir, but that this tree Does not afford any such fruit, I'ld throw He comes down. And old shoe after you,—such arguments As shall enforce him make his son, both love, And marry you—well how his pills may work Which the old man, I know not: for my self I will provide a quick deliverance. Why shepherd? Stipes? [tic toc:] now I must, and will Go forward in this plot, of my disguise. Why nothing Jack. But have they done it finely? Would, would, he, but how was my Gentleman, and my elder brother employed all this while? Death! that I had but seen this. I wonder what His brain is now so hight in travail with. How now? What do you bleed Mr. Noddle? Did not you tell me, all his French ends were gone? un peu will not forsake him. S'me, it's somewhat deep I doubt. Faith if you had done as that good blood does, Mr. Noddle, it had been better for you. Come on Mr. Wiseacres, I believe you and your Kinse man are much of a complexion. I but you must take heed of these fits, they'll spoil you, I herd say, that you crept into a private, retired room e'ne now, and there conversed with spiders and crickets, fie up on it, you must labour against that humour; but indeed me thinks your Cousin is of a very deep sanguine. Come, come, I Like him well for it, the Gentleman does weigh how much the Republ. might be impeached, by the lose of a man. I, I betwixt friends, and kinsmen; you two are all one I know. Your Cousin is very choleric now. Why how now Jack? what inauspicious wind Ha raised this cloudy weather in thy face? Whats the matter? I pray thee speak. He feigns to hear some bo die coming. Is this in jest (I wonder) or in earnest? What say I? I say thou art and arch-dissembler, A workman in the trade: By all that's good, I should have been thus gulled my self, thou didst So smoothly act it, with such passion, And anger at their incredulity. I was afraid thou wouldst have Beatrice the fool, Because he would not let himself be gulled So soon as thou wouldst have him, but stay now— How shall we dress our other brace? Right, but I fear, it's not capacious Enough for both. I do. St, not a word, for a million of world's. Hark you Scholar. [He whispers with the Scholar.] It's as I tell you, his wound ha been searched by a very skilful Surgeon, and his Pia mater is found to be perished, and when that's gone, you know there is small hope. As true as you're a Gentleman. Take heed what you do, the least protraction is full of danger. Loveall stir the door a little — passion Oh me! there's some body at the door, look, look, creep into this chest, I'll shut you in. He shuts up the Scholar. Well adieu sweet Sir. Exit. I must be sudden, or I'm lost for ever. [tic. toc.] By this time sure my father melts (why Shepherd.) The ample benefit, that shall acrew Unto him by this worthy match, this instant Arrives at is weatherbeaten apprehension; (I do but know it, am but sure of it) Oh, what a dainty pleasant thing it is For to be free from care! to sleep a night, Without the dreaming of a Creditor, Or the disturbance of that gobbling Forfeit! It cannot but be so, upon my soul, He trades in this same cogitation, This very minute — Stipes. I ti venga l' cancro. Well, if he be above ground, I will find him, Or lose my self, I'll seek him in the pastures. Exit. Why so, I me fairly accoutered, as becomes a Sheep heards servant — But swig for see my Master. Here must I quite disrobe my self of all my former manners, garb, behaviour, and put the plod o'th Cou try on.— What say you, you? I seek a Shepherd you. But I seek a Shepherd, whose name is Stipes. Yea. Yea. Has he a daughter? and are there women here? oh oh oh— Oh I am fallen from heaven into a Colepit! My name is Ieoffry. Oh I could creep into a catskin purse, Endure the sent of a Court-fardingall For a concealment now. What have we now to do? No not I, I can't tell how. I, am I arrived at this?— whoffer did you strike one? Oh, Oh, the whole torrent of all woman kind is broke in upon me, what shall I do? And Amazon, by heavens and Amazon, a Penthiseleia. Now comes my Cue. I can't dance. What a murren ails you? can't you let one alone? Can't dance. Let one alone, I can't I tell you, I won't dance. Pish, 'won't dance. Pish I can't dance. What shall I say? you'll laugh at one. Come on then, since there is no remedy. they dance I never was miserable Till now Merda wipes her mouth, and expects I won't, I can't kiss. They live in Paradise that thrash. I'm weary, I can't dance no more. This is the second time; this once I'll suffer: But by yond palace of the Gods I swear, Let him but once more touch me with the top Of his least finger, and I'll ram his trunk Into the centre: I have said it. What gaping knave is that? Yes a mouse trap. Nay it's no matter I deserve it all, Troth I do hope that he will baste me soundly. Beshrew his fingers if he does not, soundly. I must be in my tricks, forsooth, my tricks: Have my devices, and my turns, my changes. Enter Loueall. But torment of all torments! here comes Loueall. Why this is worse then five and twenty beatings; Oh that some greedy undertaker of lives Would give me but a double Stiver now For mine, that I might cozen him. As sure As Death, or Justice Hooks devouring paws, I shall be jeered to death, immediately. Now it begin's. I would your tongue Was tied as fast; then there was hope I might Escape with life. You may go look, go meddle with your own. Redeem your own land's I pray you, Let me alone or else I'll spurn the u— yet He knows me not. Oh, Oh, Oh — No more. Death not a word. Wilt thou untie me? I will tell thee all. But pray thee Jack Thou wilt undo me quite by thy delays, Wilt thou undo me? Pox of that jest, as common as a woman, Or her Synonomy; wilt thou untie me? He unties him. Thou art my Patron Loueall, So. But stay a while, I must desire your aid A little further. Can you become a peaceable man? Can you be quiet yet? That slipper tongue of yours I doubt will spoil all. Thus far it prospers, once more your help sweet Jack, Nay come, and take me that same rope again, And bind me as I was before, directly In the same garb you found me — Do not stand Gazing, but do it. If I be mad, I will not trouble you For counsel, nor for Physic; nay wilt thou come? But hold a little, I must first borrow of you Your Hat, and Sword. [He lends him his hat and sword.] Why now thou'rt right, thou'rt right, No more, St. hark. The Shepherds door. Trouble us not good Loueall. Only stand close and hear. Stipes, Stipes I say. St. Stip. him, him, him. A sword too? a sword too? a whiniard too? Stipes. Come nearer to me. My hands are bound man. St'. Stip. If your feet were bound too, I'll not trust you As long as you have a Sword by your side, a Whiniard. Do but hear me. Had not you a man to day called Ieoffry? But what's become of that same Ieoffry? Do you desire to know? I am that Ieoffry, but no servant now Of your's, but mine own man: and am become Since your departure, noble, rich, valiant, Am formed a new out of the Mint, —behold me. And this great miracle Obron the Fairy King Has wrought upon me. But shall I tell thee stranger things the ̄ these? And such as shall be for thy benefit?— You know I was your servant to day. Poor, ill appareled. But now you see how strangely altered. What will you say now to the man that shall Pet you into the same condition? Recover you from rag's and Russet, and Die you in scarlet: lick that rude lump your body Into the shape, and garb o'th court? or (once) Make you a gentleman as I am now? Would you not thank him Stipes? would? would you not thank him? Set him at liberty then that will perform it. Quickly unloose me? [He unties him.] So, now will I unfold the mystery. But first you here shall promise me that you Will take no prentices to learn your trade, When I have taught you the art; you will impoverish The herald's office, and forestall his market. I am satisfied; Seest thou that tree? 'twas made for thy advancement. Give me thy hands that I may tie them quickly. What do you mean? You'll be prevented by another—death! Yonder comes one will be before you—quickly There's such a virtue (man) in this same tree, That who-soere is bound unto it, shall Be turned immediately to a gentleman. Nay come. believe your eyes. Heart of my father, man! yowl be prevented. Oh, and enclose; it's all in fashion. Nay you are Like to stay now, I have you fast enough You must take gentleman first 'ith way. A gentlewoman Stipes I can. Oh for some nimble pated fellow now To make and Ob'ron of. If thou dost love me, do.— Exit Loueall. How Ieoffry? That's another thing. But here is not rope enough. Good. Stipes, but one word more and then I'll leave you Unto your new creation—have you nothing Within your house to cover you? the crows Perhaps may be too impudent and saucy With you, and now you can not help your self you know. It's of a swooping cut, but new be sure You do not speak a word what noise so ere You chance to hear, perhaps the fairy King Will take some pause, study a while, consult With his Queen Mab about you how to polish And frame you of a purer shape then ordinary. Do you mark that? St, not a word good Stipes. Peace and catch a mouse cry I. A most authentic rogue, how he does stretch it? paratragoediate? St. Stip. Peace and catch a mouse cry I, but once more good Mr. Ieoffry. Let me have but Ant lifts up the cloak again. one sighed more of him. Mr. Ieoffry does he use to give away his clothes when he makes gentlefolks? God-save I doubt he has none left for me. What do you mean? Did you hear that Stipes? But see my father, The Justice too, it's so. Now am I hunted for about a wedding. I am a witch, A witch, a witch a rank, stark stinking witch. Sir had you taken and oath upon the same I would have born your sin, had you been perjured. Oh you Gods! Can you permit this Villain to profane The sacred name of Virtue thus, who himself Is nothing elss but a mere heap of vices? I? is it come to that already? well Prepare thy self now Anteros for the encounter. I am not well sir. Ther's something in my eyes that troubles me. A mote, a woman. I would I could not. That I was old, That must be next. Good, struck in years; And could he not as frugally have dispatched it In that one word of old? A pox upon that thumb under the girdle, There is mischief ever toward's: I never knew One of that garb that proved and honest man. It's the graven cheating posture of the city. I am contented sir. But upon this condition, that it shall Be lawful too for me to sacrifice Unto the aforesaid fire a certain trifle Of mine. Sir, by yea and nay It cannot be afforded cheaper. But father, if I marry her to day, When must the wooing be? to morrow sir? Is she so? Would you was hanged sir for the nowes. It is determined By all the stars, they have consulted, plotted To make me miserable. Good Master Sucriledge, a word in private: (A little farther, yet a little farther) How came you by that strange exotic word You used but now? had you're on interest? Or was it lent you gram of a friend? Religion, For I am sure yet thou never hadst, Nor ever wilt have any of thine own. What shall I answer him? I shall be disinherited that's certain. But why so suddenly? Good sir, at least give me some time to think. But why sir to day? Do but defer it till to morrow sir, (Could I obtain but this request, I was happy, aside. I'de keep to morrow in another world) But father, I beseech you hear. Oh that mine arms are now at liberty! Oh Stipes, happiest man alive, thou hast No hands to make a contract, —is there never A Mousehole hereabout to creep into? But stay a while, my paper portion. The writings. You're and honest man. 'Tis right. I wish you a Barber sir. Is that fair Edifice yours? Gooder and gooder still; my son? then take My counsel sir, go to your house and purge, You will be mad else presently; prevent The current of the humour, for I see (With that poor little reading which I have I'th volume of man) by your distempered looks, That some strange deep, and conquering Melancholy Ever long will seize you: why do you follow me Thus with your braided beware? nay never frown, Good M r Justice, let's have no Warrants made, Nor Mittimuses with your distorted looks; We have a forehead too, and can look grim, And make as ugly and prodigious faces, As the most ignorant Justice of you all. But shall I tell you (sweet M r Velvet-hose ) What I will do, because you were so kind, For to deliver in the Bonds for nothing? Nay sir, I must transplant these thumbs, before I can resolve you: so.—Thou be a damned rascal, And I will cut that throat of thine (do you mark?) And when I've done, will fillip that morsel, woman, On and embassage to my Hawks, no more; By heavens I'll do it. Sir, you must pardon him, the man is mad. On my virginity sir, he does me wrong; I did not charge a syllable upon him, But fell as coolly from me as a Due. Upon a drooping field; each word I vented Was steeped in and honeycomb. I did but bid him In a plain, civil dialect to provide And other husband for his daughter: for I doubted that I should not be at leisure This brace or two of years to marry her. And I may tell you sir, indeed I cannot. I would you could sir, I would thank you for't: But fie M. Hook, a head of that silver die, A beard of such and honourable length, For to be gulled? and so egregiously? By a young man with never a hair o'ns face? Without all question I am the first, the first That ever piety has made miserable. Well Master Hook, you see what may be done, What angry spirits a man may lay, while he Does stand secure within the circle of father. Your daughter I will have; only know this, There is another thing which belongs to her, Which I must have too, that's the Parsonage; 'Twas ever yet allotted for her portion, And I expect my right. Before I stretch forth a paw Towards her, i'll have it. My law does tell me it will do. Come on, Since there's no remedy, let's even to't. Yes hangman, I forgive thee heartily, It's but thy office. Follow, follow, follow, follow, I will be there immediately: nay go. Stipes adieu, I am exceeding sorry I cannot stay to see you a Gentleman. Spruce M. Noddle, even adieu to you. Good M. Mongrel, kind Sir Hammershin. Sweet M. William, I am Melancholy To partly with you as I am a living saul. To banishment. My name is written in the oyster shell; I am too happy in a wife Jack Loueall, My fellow Citizens do envy me. Farewell. By my best wishes Jack I thought not of them; pray thee take them to thee. Let me alone good Loueall, Dost thou not hear how with and even gale That Southwest wind murmers amongst the trees? Within these four and twenty hours I may Touch on the Belgic shore. I'll trail a pike, Turn Lanceprezado, or Bedee, or any thing To patch up a wretched life. I never shall endure to live a husband The very name of wife will turn my stomach. I shall have threescore vomits in a day. Thou canst not. Thou canst nor man, it's passed recovery. Give thee? I'll sacrifice my self unto thee My Jupiter, built up a Temple for thee Shall take the heavens from Atlas shoulders, and Give him a Jubilee for ever—Speak. He shall be at leisure all the rest of's life, For to catch Butterflies — But you do mock me, Farewell. Do but effect it Jack. And I will straight make war upon the Turk, Give thee his Diadem and Sceptre — Speak. The Persian shall be the Master of thy Horse, The Germane I will make thy cupbearer. Nay wilt thou speak, or else Let me be gone. — The Dukes of Italy Shall be thy footboys. Nay troth I know not, But I will do it, and let that suffice. How? my Sister? Stay. as silent as a midnight minute, Or else a Counselor without a fee, I'll stand and hear, and suck it in, and — I've done. And with it heaven, And immortality: Oh Loveall, Loveall; By all the Deities I could embrace thee For this thy happy news, were't thou a woman. Oh 'tis a taste, a spice of greatness, Jack, To promise. You do not hear me say so. What's the matter? Would, would, he. Loveall, these men are mine; I am the Patron of the living now, Dost thou see this? I will behave myself most scurvily, Like to some surly crabbed Patron now, That has some 6, or 7 tired horses tied At door. How now? What says my Client? Loveall, I pray thee catechise this box, Ther's good stuff in it I warrant thee. Who! now the sent grows hight, it's rank, The game's in view. Haup,— rate them there—no more You Sir, that are the ringleader of this rout.— God's-death! what a pack of rogues Are God together here? what is your name? Zealous Knowlittle? good; Of which University? A very likely thing: good M r Knowlittle Separate your self a little from the people. Your name? How? Tempest Almouth? where are thy brains man? Bear him company. You that are next him? You there Collosse? Troth, and thou art well underlaid indeed, A couple of football players I warrant them. Meddle not with me A wife? a thunderbolt Is entered me, pray thee no more. I am undone again! what shall I do Loveall? And other tempest! where shall I shelter me? Cleopes! Sir I beseech you do not Harken to him. A pox upon this honesty, It will undo us all: it's ten to one But that his tender Conscience will persuade him To pay in the money for all this. Loueall, a word: nay troop on, let them troop. In-faith nothing but to take my leave, Bid you far well. What among such a kennel Of women? no, adieu. Not for the Fay'ry Kingdom. How now? Death! our fools, Our dish of buffles: as I hope to prosper My thoughts had lost them quite. But how shall we dispose of them? A pox there's fools enough already there. Let's pickle them for winter Salads. Hark, there's another egg sprung, my shepherd and his fair daughter. Now all the world! what shall we do with them? But stay, a word,—perform it, I'll take order [He whispers with Loveall] to uncase vm' to your hands.— Now quickly Nodle, all is quiet now,— Exit Loveall. Come Mr. William — Not a mouse is stirring— Safe, safe, all is safe. Would, he, he. What is my Scholar returned? prithee go in Jack Loveall, I'll change but two words with him Exit Love. And follow. Well said, nay look not sowerly on the matter. He give thee satisfaction my rowser My Hit-her better, nay put off these frowns; What sayest thou to my sister, and the Living? I know you have herd the news from out the Cabin, And you was once a Suitour to her; speak, Will that content thee? come you are not the first Has God a Parsonage with fooling Sir, I will procure it for thee, fear it not: Nay spare your Hat, it will be tedious, My thanks shall be in Oats. Follow Jack Loveall in. [Exit Ham.] Well put the case. Put the case again. Put the case the third time. Stipes, no more, advance thy duller eye, Knowest thou what all those blazing stars portend? 'Tis a hundred to nothing, but these are they, look to your standing, and be sure you suffer him to offer first; you have the more advantage. Oh, Oh. — Would I could lose my self, become a Mouse, Or fly, that I might find a cabin here, To hide my self from these same women. Oh, — He climbs the tree. But I will climb this tree— St, not a word. O, hold, hold, hold. Oh, Oh, Oh. By my indad law, you'll spoil all, why you'll spend all before the time. But see your adversaries are at hand. This is their Captain, their Conductor. Love. Stay. Enter Loueall. and puls out his watch. I've hit the very punto, this same minute, Do's cut the hour into two equal portions. It's no great matter, if you throw away Cudnig , Or beswiggers, or some such innocent oath upon him. Sir I shall count my self fortunate in their acquain tance; Sweet Sir— worthy Sir. Signior, io mi terrei ricco shall io hanessi solamente le decime de I vostri favori. May I be so bo as to bear your name Sir? In good time Sir. Like enough Sir Loueall, this heat is done, lets rub, and walk. Should you but see them walk in Pauls, or in the Temple, with what a ravishing garb—you would admire. They're Dog-kennels I take it. Stay, stay, stay. In good sooth Mr. Constable here's no such men this way— what say you, you threepenny crack crown? I tell you, they have already taken horse. Here, here, here, creep in, stoop man, stoop. [He shuts Must. into the hogsty.] Those happy Paracelsians are in heaven, That trade by night i'th minerals of the city. So, I have made a fine days work of this:— Well, there's no remedy, it must be so. But I must take my leave in form: Farewell Ye chimney gods, protectors of our family; Stipes. Oh your walking faculty, it is the only thing, now adays your Gentlemen practice. That it will be a comfortable sighed To see you married before I die. I told you so, it is the common road Which they all use when they would pin a wife Upon the son. I wonder all this while The staff of's age, prop of his family Did not come in. And what must we call you? Thou shouldst be a good fellow by thy name. Come on; what glorious title I beseech you Has bounteous Nature fixed on you: nay open. How? Hugo obligation? pray thee Loveall Is not this shorn beard villain the precise Scriveneur, Would feign turn Priest? Do not entreat me Loveall, He die: this hat is not more mortified. Hang him, a death's too good For such a rascal. — Sirrah, 'le cut indentur's Upon your skin. And here's another Villain, Whose very countenance speaks Servingman, Filpot come hither. Death man! our Universities do swarm, They have more Scholars then they know to spend While they are Sweet: and must such Rogues as these, Whose height of knowledge, is to spit and snuffle, And talk some 3. hours nonsense, shoulder them Out of their places? what is it that makes so many Of our quick wit's turn Jesuits, and forsake Both their Religion, and their Country think you? Sirrah no more then thus, lie and thou diest. Have not you been a Serving man sometime? I told you so. The very chipping's hang in's eye-brow's still. His face unto this instant minute shines With broken beer that was his fees, stand by, And do not hope so large a benefit From me as to be killed, live, live, unhappy. You M. know little know you whose box is this? Away you stinkards, I will be visited no more to day. Avoid I say. Have I not done it well? Exeunt Suitors. O, that's for old living brokers, I'm a young one. Sister God save you, — and as much to you My never-to-be-hereafter father in law. A valiant act believed. Good sir, let's go. Sir, I beseech you — We shall be poisoned with these women's sighs He offers to go. It's worse then a German hothouse. Here's a sweet office! My wife, & your fair daughter. Well said my Loueall, I perceive thou wilt never die for love then. High, high, how now? what? tricks? how now?