CHLOE

Come, bring those Perfumes forward a little; and strew some Roses, and Violets here; Fie, here be rooms sa warrant the most pitifully rank that ever I felt: I cry the Gods mercy, my Husband's in the wind of us. For Vulcan's sake, breath some where else; in troth you overcome our Perfumes exceedingly, you are to peredo minant. A pin for your Pinion. In sincerity, if you be thus fulsome to me in every thing, I'll be divorced; Gods my body! you know what you were, before I married you; I was a Gen tlewoman born, I: I lost all my friends to be a Citizens wife; because I herd indeed, they kept their wives as fine as Ladies; and that we might rule our husbands, Like Ladies; and do what we listed: do you think I would have married you else? Yet again? I'st not grace enough for you, that I call you Husband, and you call me wife: but you must still be po king me, against my will to things? In sincerity, did you ever hear a man talk so Idly? You would seem to be Master? You would have your spoke in my cart? you would advise me to Entertain Ladies, and Gentlemen? because you can marshal your Packneedles, Horsecombes, Hobby-horses, and Wall-Candlesticks in your beware house better then I; therefore you can tell how to Enter taine Ladies, and Gentlefolks better then I? Marry fough: You fell snuffers to, if you be remem bred, but I pray you let me buy them out of your hand; for I tell you true, I take it highly in snuff, to learn how to Enter taine Gentlefolks, of you, at these years, I faith: Alas man; there was not a Gentleman came to your house in your tother Wives time, I hope? nor a Lady? nor Music? nor Masques, Nor you, nor your house were so much as spoken of, before I disbast my self, from my Hood and my Fartingall, to these Bumrowles, and your Whalebone Bodies. S'body, give Husbands the head a little more, and they'll be nothing but Head shortly; whats he there? Is she your Cousin Sir? She is a Gentlewoman? Are you a Gentleman born? No, your legs do sufficiently show you are a Gen tleman born Sir: for a man born upon little legs, is always a Gentleman born. Then you are welcome Sir; now you are a Gentleman born, I can find in my heart to welcome you: for I am a Gen tlewoman born too; and will bear my head high enough, though it my fortune to marry a Flat-cappe. God's my passion! Go, go, meddle with your Bedchamber only, or rather with your Bed in your Chamber, only; or rather with your Wife in your Bed only; or on my faith, I'll not be pleased with you only. Go, I needs your instructions indeed; Anger me no more, I advise you. Citi-sin quotha'! she's a Wise Gentlewo man i'faith, will marry her self to the Sin of the City. 'Spretious, never have done! Do I not be are a reasonable corrigible hand over him, Crispinus? Again! would the Andyrons were in your great guts, for me. How shall I do, Master Crispinus? here will be all the bravest Ladies in Court presently, to see your Cousin Cy theris: Oh the Gods! how might I behave my self now, as to entertain them most Courtly? BUT sweet Lady, say: am I well enough attired for the Court, in sadness? This straight-bodied City attire (I can tell you) will stir a Courtiers blood, more, then the finest lose Sacks the Ladies use to be put in; and then you are as well Iewelld as any of them; your Ruff, and linen about you, is much more pure then theirs: And for your beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defy the Painter, if they could change with you. Marry, the worst is, you must look to be envied, and endure a few Court-frumps for it. Oh God! Madam, I shall buy them too cheap: Give me my Muff, and my Dog there. And will the Ladies be any thing familiar with me, think you? Oh, Cupid! Give me my Fan, and my Masque too: And will the Lords, and the Poets there, use one well too, Lady? Thank you, sweet Lady. Oh Heaven! And how must one behave her self amongst them? you know all. Oh intolerable Jupiter! By my troth Lady, I would not for a world, but you had lyen in my house: and faith you shall not pay a farthing, for your board; nor your Chambers. I faith, you shall not Lady; nay good Lady, do not offer it. Are we invited to Court, Sir? In sincerity, I thank her, Sir. You have a Coach? have you not? Oh Venus! that's well: I do long to ride in a Coach most vehemently: A pretty fiction in truth. A God? o my God! In sincerity, it will be sugared. Good Jove, what a pret ty foolish thing it is to be a Poet! But hark you, sweet Cythe ris; could they not possibly leave out my Husband? me thinks a Bodies Husband do's not so well at Court; A bodies Friend, or so: But Husband, it's Like your Clog to your Marmaset, for all the world, and the heavens. Nay, then I am certified: he shall go. My name is Chloë, Sir; I am a Gentlewoman. That's sure, Sir; let me crave your Name, I pray you, Sir. In good time: a Gentleman, and a Commander? that's as good as a Poet? Ha Mars any thing to do with Venus? Nay, then I pray let him be invited: and what shall Crispinus be? Mercury? that's a Poet? is't? A Herald at Arms? good: and Mercury? pretty: he ha to do with Venus too? It's very well; pray let's go, I long to be at it. I play Venus, forsooth. Your Citizen, and Jewellers wife, Sir: Is that the fashion of Courtiers, Crispinus? A pox on them: what do they here? Come? come, you are a fool, you: He knows not the trick on't. Call Cytheris I pray you: and good master Crispinus, you can observe, you say; let me entreat you for all the Ladies behaviours, Jewels, Jests, and Attires, that you marking as well as I, we may put both our marks together, when they are gone, and confer of them. Observe Chrispinus. With all my heart, I assure your Ladishippe. Well, we shall see your cunning: yet if you can cham ̄ ge your Hair, I pray: do. Is that hard favoured Gentleman a Poet too; Cytheris? A Musician? then he can sing. For your Pox Sir, it is easily hit upon; but, it's not so eam sie to speak fair after, me thinks? Gods my life! how he shames me! Oh, they do so commend me here, the Courtiers! what's the matter now? Yes; and I must needs come to Court; and be welcome, the Princess says. Exit Have you marked every thing, Crispinus? What Gentlemen are these? do you know them? Poets? they did not talk of me since I went, did they? Now in sincerity, they be the finest kind of men, that e ver I knew; Poets? Could not one get the Emper to make my husband a Poet, think you? What shall they? and such a one as these? And shall your looks change? and your Hair change? and all, Like these? Oh, passingly. I beseech your Grace entreat this Gentleman to sing. I think so Madam: for he entreated me, to entreat you, to entreat him to sing. Are you a Puet, so soon, Sir? No: let me alone with him, Jupiter: I'll make you take heed, sir, while you live again; if there be twelve in a company, that you be not the wisest of them. Oh no: will he be entreated, think you? That he shall in truth sir, if he can sing. 'Thanke you, good Father Jupiter.