was he whom he killed Oh his name 's here old lacomo sonne to the Florentine lacomo a dog that to meet profit would to the very eyelids wade in blood of his owne children Tell Mathaeo the Duke my father hardly shall deny his signed pardon 't was faire fight yes if rumors tongue goe true so writes he here To morrow morning I returne from Court Pray be you here then I le haue done sir straight But in troth say are you Mathaeos wife You haue forgot me Bel. No my Lord Hip. Your Turner That made you smooth to run an euen byas You know I loued you when your very soule Was full of discord art not a good wench still Bel. Vmph whē I had lost my way to heauen you shewed it I was new borne that day Enter Lodouico Lod. S'foot my Lord your Lady askes if you haue not left your Wench yet When you get in once you neuer haue done come come come pay your old score and send her packing come Hip. Ride softly on before I le oretake you Lod. Your Lady sweares she 'll haue no riding on before without ye Hip. Prethee good Lodonico Lod. My Lord pray hasten Hip. I come to morrow let me see you fare you well commend me to Mathaeo pray one word more Does not your father liue about the Court Bel. I thinke he does but such rude spots of shame Stick on my cheeke that he scarce knowes my name Hip. Orlando Friscabaldo Is 't not Bel. Yes my Lord Hip. What does he for you Bel. All he should when Children From duty start Parents from loue may swarue He nothing does for nothing I deserue Hip. Shall I ioyne him vnto you and restore you to wonted grace Bel. It is impossible Exit Bellaf Hip. It shall be put to tryall fare you well The face I would not looke on I sure then 't was rare When in despight of griefe 't is still thus faire Now sir your businesse with me Ant. I am bold to expresse my loue and duty to your Lordship in these few leaues Hip. A Booke Ant. Yes my good Lord Hip. Are you a Scholler Ant. Yes my Lord a poore one Hip. Sir you honor me Kings may be Schollers Patrons but faith tell me To how many hands besides hath this bird flowne How many partners share with me An. Not one in troth not one your name I held more deare I 'm not my Lord of that low Character Hip. Your name I pray Ant. Antonio Georgio Hip. Of Millan Ant. Yes my Lord Hip. I le borrow leaue To read you o're and then we 'll talke till then Drinke vp this gold good wits should loue good wine This of your loues the earnest that of mine How now sir where 's your Lady not gone yet Enter Bryan Bryan I fart di Lady is runne away from dee a mighty deale of ground she sent me backe for dine owne sweet face I pray dee come my Lord away wut tow goe now Hip. Is the Coach gone Saddle my Horse the sorrell Bryan A pox a de Horses nose he is a lowsy rascally fellow when I came to gird his belly his scuruy guts rumbled di Horse farted in my face and dow knowest an Irishman cannot abide a fart but I haue saddled de Hobby-horse di fine Hobby is ready I pray dee my good sweet Lord wit tow goe now and I will-runne to de Deuill before dee Hip. Well sir I pray le ts see you Master Scholler Bry. Come I pray dee wut come sweet face Goe Exeunt Enter Lodouico Carolo Astolpho Bercaldo Lod. Gods so Gentlemen what doe we forget Omnes What Lod. Are not we all enioyned as this day Thursday is 't not I as that day to be at the Linnen-drapers house at dinner Car. Signior Candido the patient man Asto. Afore Ioue true vpon this day hee 's married Berc. I wonder that being so stung with a Waspe before he dares venture againe to come about the eaues amongst Bees Lod. Oh 't is rare sucking a sweet Hony-combe pray Heauen his old wife be buried deepe enough that she rise not vp to call for her daunce the poore Fidlers Instruments would cracke for it shee 'd tickle them at any hand le ts try what mettle is in his new Bride if there be none we 'll put in some troth it 's a very noble Citizen I pitty he should marry againe I le walke along for it is a good old fellow Caro. I warrant the Wiues of Millan would giue any fellow twenty thousand Duckets that could but haue the face to beg of the Duke that all the Citizens in Millan might be bound to the peace of patience as the Linnen-draper is Lod. Oh fy vpon 't 't would vndoe all vs that are Courtiers we should haue no whoe with the wenches then Enter Hipollito Omnes My Lord 's come Hip. How now what newes Omnes None Lod. Your Lady is with the Duke her Father Hip. And we 'll to them both presently whoe 's that Enter Orlando Friscobaldo Omnes Signior Friscabaldo Hip. Friscabaldo oh pray call him and leaue me wee two haue businesse Car. Ho Signior Signior Friscabaldo The Lord Hipollito Exeunt Orla. My Noble Lord my Lord Hipollito the Dukes Sonne his braue Daughters braue Husband how does your honord Lordship does your Nobility remember so poore a Gentleman as Signior Orlando Friscabaldo old mad Orlando Hip. Oh sir our friēds they ought to be vnto vs as our Iewels as dearely valued being locked vp vnseene as when we weare them in our hands I see Friscabaldo age hath not command of your blood for all Times sickle has gone ouer you you are Orlando still Orl Why my Lord are not the fields mowen and cut downe and stript bare and yet weare they not pide coates againe tho my head be like a Leeke white may not my heart be like the blade greene Hip. Scarce can I read the Stories on your brow Which age hath writ there you looke youthfull still Orla. I eate Snakes my Lord I eate Snakes My heart shall neuer haue a wrinkle in it so long as I can cry Hem with a cleare voice Hip. You are the happier man sir Orla. Happy man I le giue you my Lord the true picture of a happy man I was turning leaues ouer this morning and found it an excellent Italian Painter drew it If I haue it in the right colours I le bestow it on your Lordship Hip. I stay for it Orla. He that makes gold his wife but not his whore He that at noone-day walkes by a prison doore He that 'i th Sunne is neither beame nor moate He that 's not mad after a Petticoate He for whom poore mens curses dig no graue He that is neither Lords nor Lawyers slaue He that makes This his Sea and That his Shore He that in 's Coffin is richer then before He that counts Youth his Sword and Age his Staffe He whose right hand carues his owne Epitaph He that vpon
his death-bead is a Swan And Dead no Crow he is a happy man Hip. It 's very well I thanke you for this Picture Orla. After this Picture my Lord doe I striue to haue my face drawne For I am not couetous Am not in debt Sit neither at the Dukes side Nor lie at his feete Wenching and I haue done no man I wrong No man I feare no man I fee I take heed how farre I walke because I know yonder 's my home I would not die like a rich man to carry nothing away saue a winding sheete But like a good man to leaue Orlando behind me I sowed leaues in my Youth and I reape now Bookes in my Age I fill this hand and empty this and when the bell shall toll for me if I proue a Swan go singing to my nest why so If a Crow throw me out for carrion pick out mine eyes May not old Friscabaldo my Lord be merry now ha Hip. You may would I were partner in your mirth Orla. I haue a little Haue all things I haue nothing I haue no wife I haue no child haue no chick and why should not I be in my Iocundare Hip. Is your wife then departed Orla. She 's an old dweller in those high Countries Yet not from me Here she 's here but before me when a Knaue and a Queane are married they commonly walke like Serieants together but a good couple are seldome parted Hip. You had a Daughter too sir had you not Orla. Oh my Lord this old Tree had one Branch and but one Branch growing out of it It was young it was faire it was straight I prunnde it daily drest it carefully kept it from the winde help'd it to the Sunne yet for all my skill in planting it grew crooked it bore Crabs I hewed it downe What 's become of it I neither know nor care Hip. Then can I tell you what 's become of it That Branch is witherd Orl. So 't was long agoe Hip. Her name I thinke was Bellafront she 's dead Orlando Ha dead Hip. Yes what of her was left not worth the keeping Euen in my sight was throwne into a Graue Orl. Dead my last and best peace goe with her I see deaths a good trencherman he can eat course homely meat as well as the daintiest Hip. Why Friscabaldo was she homely Orla. O my Lord a Strumpet is one of the Deuils Vines all the sinnes like so many Poles are stucke vpright out of hell to be her props that she may spread vpon them And when she 's ripe euery Slaue has a pull at her then must she be prest The yong beautifull Grape sets the teeth of Lust on edge yet to taste that lickrish Wine is to drinke a mans owne damnation Is she dead Hip. Shee 's turned to earth Orla. Wod she were turn'd to heauen Vmh is she dead I am glad the world has lost one of his Idols no Whoremonger will at midnight beat at the doores In her graue sleepe all my shame and her owne and all my sorrowes and all her sinnes Hip. I 'm glad you are wax not marble you are made Of mans best temper there are now good hopes That all these heapes of Ice about your heart By which a fathers loue was frozen vp Are thawed in these sweet showres fetcht from your eyes We are ne'r like Angels till our passion dyes She is not dead but liues vnder worse fate I thinke she 's poore and more to clip her wings Her Husband at this houre lies in the Iayle For killing of a man to saue his blood Ioyne all your force with mine mine shall be showne The getting of his life preserues your owne Orla. In my daughter you will say does she liue then I am sorry I wasted teares vpon a Harlot but the best is I haue a handkercher to drinke them vp sope can wash them all out agen Is she poore Hip. Trust me I thinke she is Orla. Then she 's a right Strumpet I ne'r knew any of their trade rich two yeeres together Siues can hold no water nor Harlots hoord vp money they haue many vents too many sluces to let it out Tauernes Taylors Bawds Panders Fidlers Swaggerers Fooles and Knaues doe all waite vpon a common Harlots trencher she is the Gally-pot to which these Drones flye not for loue to the pot but for the sweet sucket within it her money her money Hip. I almost dare pawne my word her bosome giues warmth to no such Snakes when did you see her Orla. Not seuenteene Summers Hip. Is your hate so old Orla. Older it has a white head and shall neuer dye till she be buried Her wrongs shall be my bedfellow Hip. Worke yet his life since in it liues her fame Orla. No let him hang and halfe her infamy departs out of the world I hate him for her he taught her first to taste poyson I hate her for her selfe because she refused my Physicke Hip. Nay but Friscabaldo Orl. I detest her I defie both she 's not mine she 's Hip. Heare her but speake Orl. I loue no Maremaides I le not be caught with a quaill pipe Hip. Y' are now beyond all reason Orl. I am then a Beast Sir I had rather be a beast and not dishonor my creation then be a doting father like Time be the destruction of mine owne broode Hip. Is 't dotage to relieue your child being poore Orl. Is 't fit for an old man to keepe a whore Hip. 'T is charity too Orl. 'T is foolery releeue her Were her cold limbes stretcht out vpon a Beere I would not sell this durt vnder my nailes To buy her an houres breath nor giue this haire Vnlesse it were to choke her Hip. Fare you well for I le trouble you no more Exit Orl. And fare you well sir goe thy waies we haue few Lords of thy making that loue wenches for their honesty Las my Girle art thou poore pouerty dwells next doore to despaire there 's but a wall betweene them despaire is one of hells Catch-poles and lest that Deuill arrest her I le to her yet she shall not know me she shall drinke of my wealth as beggers doe of running water freely yet neuer know from what Fountaines head it flowes Shall a silly bird picke her owne brest to nourish her yong ones and can a father see his child starue That were hard The Pelican does it and shall not I Yes I will victuall the Campe for her but it shall be by some stratagem that knaue there her husband will be hanged I feare I le keepe his necke out of the nooze if I can he shall not know how Enter two Seruing-men Orl. How now knaues whither wander you 1. To seeke your Worship Orl. Stay which of you has my purse what money haue you about you 2. Some fifteene or sixteene pounds sir Orl. Giue it me I thinke I haue some gold about me yes it 's well leaue my Lodging
vpon me and picke out mine eyes to my face I le strike my tallons thorow mine owne heart first and spit my blood in theirs I am here for shriuing those two fooles of their sinfull packe when those Iack-dawes haue cawde ouer me then must I cry guilty or not guilty the Law has worke enough already and therefore I le put no worke of mine into his hands the Hangman shall ha 't first I did pluck those Ganders did rob them Duke 'T is well done to confesse Mat. Confesse and be hanged and then I flie hie is 't not so that for that a gallowes is the worst rub that a good Bowler can meet with I stumbled against such a post else this night I had plaid the part of a true Sonne in these daies vndone my Father-in-law with him wud I ha run at leapefrogge and come ouer his gold tho I had broke his necke for 't but the poore Salmon Trout is now in the Net Hip. And now the Law must teach you to flie hie Mat. Right my Lord and then may you flie low no more words a Mouse Mum you are stop'd Bel. Be good to my poore husband deare my Lords Mat. Asse why shouldst thou pray them to be good to me when no man here is good to one another Duke Did any hand worke in this theft but yours Mat. O yes my Lord yes the Hangman has neuer one Sonne at a birth his Children alwaies come by couples Tho I cannot giue the old dog my Father a bone to gnaw the Daughter shall bee sure of a Choke-peare Yes my Lord there was one more that fiddled my fine Pedlers and that was my wife Bel. Alas I Orl. O euerlasting supernaturall superlatiue Villaine Omnes Your wife Matheo Hip. Sure it cannot be Mat. Oh Sir you loue no quarters of Mutton that hang vp you loue none but whole Mutton she set the robbery I perform'd it she spur'd me on I gallop'd away Orl. My Lords Bel. My Lords fellow giue me speach if my poore life may ransome thine I yeeld it to the Law Thou hurt'st thy soule yet wipest off no offence By casting blots vpon my Innocence Let not these spare me but tell truth no see Who slips his necke out of the misery Tho not out of the mischiefe let thy Seruant That shared in this base Act accuse me here Why should my Husband perish he goe cleare Orl. A god Child hang thine owne Father Duke Old fellow was thy hand in too Orl. My hand was in the Pye my Lord I confesse it my Mistris I see will bring me to the Gallowes and so leaue me but I le not leaue her so I had rather hang in a womans company then in a mans because if we should go to hell together I should scarce be letten in for all the Deuils are afraid to haue any women come amongst them as I am true Thiefe she neither consented to this fellony nor knew of it Duke What fury prompts thee on to kill thy wife Mat. It 's my humor Sir 't is a foolish Bag-pipe that I make my selfe merry with why should I eate hempe-seed at the Hangmans thirteene-pence halfe-penny Ordinary and haue this whore laugh at me as I swing as I totter Duke Is she a Whore Mat. A sixe-penny Mutton Pasty for any to cut vp Orl. Ah Toad Toad Toad Mat. A Barbers Citterne for euery Seruingman to play vpon that Lord your Sonne knowes it Hip. I sir am I her Bawd then Mat. No sir but she 's your Whore then Orl. Yea Spider doest catch at great Flies Hip. My Whore Mat. I cannot talke sir and tell of your Reins and your fees and your whirligigs and deuices but my Lord I found em like Sparrowes in one nest billing together and bulling of me I tooke em in bed was ready to kill him was vp to stab her Hip. Cloze thy ranke Iawes pardon me I am vexed Thou art a Villaine a malicious Deuill Deepe as the place where thou art lost thou lyest Since I am thus far got into this storme I le thorow and thou shalt see I le thorow vntoucht When thou shalt perish in it Enter Infaelice Infae. 'T is my cue To enter now roome let my Prize be plaid I ha lurk'd in Cloudes yet heard what all haue said What Iury more can proue she has wrong'd my bed Then her owne husband she must be punished I challenge Law my Lord Letters and Gold and Iewels From my Lord that woman tooke Hip. Against that blacke-mouthed Deuill against Letters and Gold And against a iealous Wife I doe vphold Thus farre her reputation I could sooner Shake the Appenine and crumble Rockes to dust Then tho Ioues showre rayned downe tempt her to lust Bel. What shall I say Hee discouers himselfe Orl. Say thou art not a Whore and that 's more then fifteene women amongst fiue hundred dare sweare without lying this shalt thou say no let mee say 't for thee thy Husband 's a Knaue this Lord 's an honest Man thou art no Puncke this Lady 's a right Lady Pacheco is a Thiefe as his Master is but old Orlando is as true a man as thy Father is I ha seene you flie hie sir I ha seene you flie low sir and to keepe you from the Gallowes sir a blue Coat haue I worne and a Thiefe did I turne mine owne men are the Pedlers my twenty pound did flie hie sir your wiues Gowne did flie low sir whither flie you now sir you ha scap'd the Gallowes to the Deuill you flie next sir Am I right my Liege Duke Your Father has the true Phisicion plaid Mat. And I am now his Patient Hip. And be so still 't is a good signe when our cheekes blush at ill Const. The Linnen Draper Signior Candido He whom the Citty tearmes the Patient man Is likewise here for buying of those Lawnes The Pedlers lost Infae. Alas good Candido Exit Constable Duke Fetch him and when these payments vp are cast Weigh out your light Gold but let 's haue them last Enter Candido and Constable Duke In Bridewell Candido Cand. Yes my good Lord Duke What make you here Cand. My Lord what make you here Duke I 'm here to saue right and to driue wrong hence Cand. And I to beare wrong here with patience Duke You ha bought stolne Goods Cand. So they doe say my Lord Yet bought I them vpon a Gentlemans word And Imagine now as I thought then That there be Theeues but no Theeues Gentlemen Hip. Your Credit 's crack'd being here Cand. No more then Gold Being crack'd which does his estimation hold I was in Bedlam once but was I mad They made me pledge Whores healths but am I bad Because I 'm with bad people Duke Well stand by If you take wrong wee 'll cure the injurry Enter Constable after them Bots after him two Beadles one with Hempe the other with a Beetle Duke Stay stay what 's he a prisoner Const. Yes my Lord
within this two houres I le be your Prentice the Hen shall not ouercrow the Cocke I le sharpen your spurres Cand. It will be but some iest sir Lod. Onely a iest farewell come Carolo Exeunt Omnes Wee 'll take our leaues Sir too Cand. Pray conceite not ill of my wiues sodaine rising This young Knight Sir Lodouico is deepe seene in Phisicke and he tells me the disease call'd the Mother hangs on my wife it is a vehement heauing and beating of the Stomacke and that swelling did with the paine thereof crampe vp her arme that hit his lips and brake the glasse no harme it was no harme Omnes No Signior none at all Cand. The straightest arrow may flye wide by chance But come we 'll cloze this brawle vp in some dance Exeunt Enter Bellafront and Matheo Bell. Oh my sweet Husband wert thou in thy graue and art aliue agen O welcome welcome Mat. Doest know me my cloake prethee lay 't vp Yes faith my winding sheete was taken out of Lauender to be stucke with Rosemary I lackt but the knot here or here yet if I had had it I should ha made a wry mouth at the world like a Playse but sweetest villaine I am here now and I will talke with thee soone Bel. And glad am I th' art here Mat. Did these heeles caper in shackles A my little plumpe rogue I le beare vp for all this and flye hye Catzo Catzo Bel. Matheo Mat. What sayest what sayest Oh braue fresh ayre a pox on these Grates and gingling of Keyes and rattling of Iron I le beare vp I le flye hye wench hang Tosse Bel. Matheo prethee make thy prison thy glasse And in it view the wrinkles and the scarres By which thou wert disfigured viewing them mend them Mat. I le goe visit all the mad rogues now and the good roaring boyes Bel. Thou doest not heare me Mat. Yes faith doe I Bel. Thou hast beene in the hands of misery and tane strong Physicke prethee now be sound Mat. Yes S'foot I wonder how the inside of a Tauerne lookes now Oh when shall I bizle bizle Bel. Nay see th' art thirsty still for poyson come I will not haue thee swagger Mat. Honest Apes face Bel. 'T is that sharpned an axe to cut thy throate Good Loue I would not haue thee sell thy substance And time worth all in those damned shops of Hell Those Dycing houses that stand neuer well But when they stand most ill that foure-squared sinne Has almost lodg'd vs in the beggers Inne Besides to speake which euen my soule does grieue A sort of Rauens haue hung vpon thy sleeue And fed vpon thee good Mat if you please so base as Scorne to spread wing amongst these By them thy fame is speckled yet it showes Cleare amongst them so Crowes are faire with Crowes Custome in sinne giues sinne a louely dye Blacknesse in Mores is no deformity Mat. Bellafront Bellafront I protest to thee I sweare as I hope my soule I will turne ouer a new leafe the prison I confesse has bit me the best man that sayles in such a Ship may be lowsy Bel. One knockes at doore Mat. I le be the Porter they shall see a Iayle cannot hold a braue spirit I le flye hye Exit Bel. How wilde is his behauiour oh I feare He 's spoyld by prison he 's halfe damned comes there But I must sit all stormes when a full sayle his Fortunes spred he loued me being now poore I le beg for him and no wife can doe more Enter Matheo and Orlando like a Seruingman Mat. Come in pray would you speake with me sir Orl. Is your name Signior Matheo Mat. My name is Signior Matheo Orl. Is this Gentlewoman your wife sir Mat. This Gentlewoman is my wife sir Orl. The Destinies spin a strong and euen thread of both your loues the Mothers owne face I ha not forgot that I 'm an old man sir am troubled with a whoreson salt rhewme that I cannot hold my water Gentlewoman the last man I serued was your Father Bel. My Father any tongue that sounds his name Speakes Musicke to me welcome good old man How does my father liues he has he health How does my father I so much doe shame him So much doe wound him that I scarce dare name him Orl. I can speake no more Mat. How now old Lad what doest cry Orl The rhewme still sir nothing else I should be well seasond for mine eyes lye in brine looke you sir I haue a suite to you Math. What is 't my little white pate Orl. Troth sir I haue a mind to serue your Worship Mat. To serue me Troth my friend my fortunes are as a man may say Orl. Nay looke you sir I know when all sinnes are old in vs and goe vpon Crutches that Couetousnesse does but then lie in her Cradle 'T is not so with me Letchery loues to dwell in the fairest lodging and Couetousnesse in the oldest buildings that are ready to fall but my white head sir is no Inne for such a gossip If a Seruingman at my yeeres be not stored with bisket enough that has sayled about the world to serue him the voyage out of his life and to bring him East-home Ill pitty but all his daies should be fasting daies I care not so much for wages for I haue scraped a handfull of gold together I haue a little money sir which I would put into your Worships hands not so much to make it more Mat. No no you say well thou sayest well but I must tell you How much is the money sayest thou Orl. About twenty pound Sir Mat. Twenty pound Let me see that shall bring thee in after ten per centum per annum Orl. No no no sir no I cannot abide to haue money ingender fye vpon this siluer Lechery fye if I may haue meat to my mouth and rags to my backe and a flock-bed to snort vpon when I die the longer liuer take all Mat. A good old Boy yfaith if thou seruest me thou shalt eat as I eat drinke as I drinke lye as I lye and ride as I ride Orl. That 's if you haue money to hire horses Mat. and Front What doest thou thinke on 't This good old Lad here shall serue me Bel. Alas Matheo wilt thou load a backe That is already broke Mat. Peace pox on you peace there 's a tricke in 't I flye hye it shall be so Front as I tell you giue me thy hand thou shalt serue me yfaith welcome as for your money Orl. Nay looke you sir I haue it here Mat. Pesh keepe it thy selfe man and then th' art sure 't is safe Orl. Safe and 't were ten thousand Duckets your Worship should be my cash-keeper I haue heard what your Worship is an excellent dunghill Cocke to scatter all abroad but I le venture twenty pounds on 's head Mat. And did'st thou serue my Worshipfull Father-in-law Signior Orlando Friscabaldo that mad man
once Orl. I serued him so long till he turned me out of doores Mat. It 's a notable Chuffe I ha not seene him many a day Orl. No matter and you ne'r see him it 's an arrant Grandy a Churle and as damnd a cut-throat Bel. Thou villaine curb thy tongue thou art a Iudas To sell thy Masters name to slander thus Mat. Away Asse he speakes but truth thy father is a Bel. Gentleman Mat. And an old knaue there 's more deceit in him then in sixteene Poticaries it 's a Deuill thou maist beg starue hang damne does he send thee so much as a cheese Orl. Or so much as a Gammon of Bacon Hee 'll giue it his Dogs first Mat. A Iayle a Iayle Orl. A Iew a Iew sir Mat. A Dog Orl. An English Mastiffe sir Mat. Pox rot out his old stinking garbage Bel. Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus Art not ashamed to let this vild Dog barke And bite my Father thus I le not indure it Out of my doores base slaue Mat. Your dores a vengeance I shall liue to cut that old rogues throat for all you take his part thus Orl. He shall liue to see thee hangd first Enter Hipollito Mat. Gods so my Lord your Lordship is most welcome I 'm proud of this my Lord Hip. Was bold to see you Is that your wife Mat. Yes sir Hip. I le borrow her lip Mat. With all my heart my Lord Orl. Who 's this I pray sir Mat. My Lord Hipollito what 's thy name Orl. Pacheco Mat. Pacheco fine name Thou seest Pacheco I keepe company with no Scondrels nor base fellowes Hip. Came not my Footman to you Bel. Yes my Lord Hip. I sent by him a Diamond and a Letter Did you receiue them Bel. Yes my Lord I did Hip. Read you the letter Bel. O're and o're 't is read Hip. And faith your answer Bel. Now the time 's not fit You see my Husbands here Hip. I le now then leaue you And choose mine houre but ere I part away Harke you remember I must haue no nay Matheo I will leaue you Mat. A glasse of wine Hip. Not now I le visit you at other times Y' are come off well then Mat. Excellent well I thanke your Lordship I owe you my life my Lord and will pay my best blood in any seruice of yours Hip. I le take no such deare payment harke you Matheo I know the prison is a gulfe if money runne low with you my purse is yours call for it Mat. Faith my Lord I thanke my starres they send me downe some I cannot sinke so long as these bladders hold Hip. I will not see your fortunes ebbe pray try To starue in full barnes were fond modesty Mat. Open the doore sirra Hip. Drinke this and anon I pray thee giue thy Mistris this Exit Orl. O Noble Spirit if no worse guests here dwell My blue coate sits on my old shoulders well Mat. The onely royall fellow he 's bounteous as the Indies what 's that he said to thee Bellafront Bel. Nothing Mat. I prethee good Girle Bel. Why I tell you nothing Mat. Nothing it 's well trickes that I must be beholden to a scald hot-liuerd gotish Gallant to stand with my cap in my hand and vaile bonnet when I ha spred as lofty sayles as himselfe wud I had beene hanged Nothing Pacheco brush my cloake Orl. Where is 't sir Mat. Come wee 'll flye hye Nothing there is a whore still in thine eye Exit Orl. My twenty pounds flyes high O wretched woman This varlot 's able to make Lucrece common How now Mistris has my Master dyed you into this sad colour Bel. Fellow be gone I pray thee if thy tongue itch after talke so much seeke out thy Master th' art a fit instrument for him Orl. Zownes I hope he will not play vpon me Bel. Play on thee no you two will flye together Because you are rouing arrowes of one feather Would thou wouldst leaue my house thou ne'r shalt Please me weaue thy nets ne'r so hye Thou shalt be but a spider in mine eye Th' art ranke with poyson poyson temperd well Is food for health but thy blacke tongue doth swell With venome to hurt him that gaue thee bread To wrong men absent is to spurne the dead And so did'st thou thy Master and my Father Orl. You haue small reason to take his part for I haue heard him say fiue hundred times you were as arrant a whore as euer stiffned tiffany neckcloathes in water-starch vpon a Saturday 'i th afternoone Bel. Let him say worse when for the earths offence Hot vengeance through the marble cloudes is driuen Is 't fit earth shoot agen those darts at heauen Orl. And so if your Father call you whore you 'll not call him old knaue Friscabaldo she carries thy mind vp and downe she 's thine owne flesh blood and bone troth Mistris to tell you true the fireworkes that ran from me vpon lines against my good old Master your father were but to try how my young Master your Husband loued such squibs but it 's well knowne I loue your father as my selfe I le ride for him at mid-night runne for you by Owle-light I le dye for him drudge for you I le flye low and I le flye hye as my Master saies to doe you good if you 'll forgiue me Bel. I am not made of marble I forgiue thee Orl. Nay if you were made of marble a good Stone-cutter might cut you I hope the twenty pound I deliuered to my Master is in a sure hand Bel. In a sure hand I warrant thee for spending Orl. I see my yong Master is a madcap and a bonus socius I loue him well Mistris yet as well as I loue him I le not play the knaue with you looke you I could cheat you of this purse full of money but I am an old Lad and I scorne to cunny-catch yet I ha beene Dog at a Cony in my time Bel. A purse where hadst it Orl. The Gentleman that went away whisperd in mine care and charged me to giue it you Bel. The Lord Hipollito Orla. Yes if he be a Lord he gaue it me Bel. 'T is all gold Orl. 'T is like so it may be he thinkes you want money and therefore bestowes his almes brauely like a Lord Bel. He thinkes a siluer net can catch the poore Here 's baite to choake a Nun and turne her whore Wilt thou be honest to me Orl. As your nailes to your fingers which I thinke neuer deceiued you Bel. Thou to this Lord shalt goe commend me to him And tell him this the Towne has held out long Because within 't was rather true then strong To sell it now were base Say 't is no hold Built of weake stuffe to be blowne vp with gold He shall beleeue thee by this token or this if not by this Orla. Is this all Bel. This is all Orl. Mine owne Girle still Bel. A
Colts 't is he Can tame the mad folkes and curst wiues Bride Who your man Cand. My man my Master tho his head be bare But he 's so courteous he 'll put off his haire Lod. Nay if your seruice be so hot a man cannot keepe his haire on I le serue you no longer Bride Is this your Schoolemaster Lod. Yes faith wench I taught him to take thee downe I hope thou canst take him downe without teaching you ha got the conquest and you both are friends Cand. Beare witnes else Lod. My Prentiship then ends Cand. For the good seruice you to me haue done I giue you all your yeeres Lod. I thanke you Master I le kisse my Mistris now that she may say My man was bound and free all in one day Exeunt Enter Orlando and Infaelice Infae. From whom saiest thou Orla. From a poore Gentlewoman Madam whom I serue Infae. And what 's your businesse Orla. This Madam my poore Mistris has a waste piece of ground which is her owne by inheritance and left to her by her mother There 's a Lord now that goes about not to take it cleane from her but to inclose it to himselfe and to ioyne it to a piece of his Lordships Infae. What would she haue me doe in this Orla. No more Madam but what one woman should doe for another in such a case My Honourable Lord your Husband would doe any thing in her behalfe but shee had rather put her selfe into your hands because you a woman may doe more with the Duke your Father Infae. Where lyes this Land Orl. Within a stones cast of this place my Mistris I think would be content to let him enioy it after her decease if that would serue his turne so my Master would yeeld too but she cannot abide to heare that the Lord should meddle with it in her life time Infae. Is she then married why stirres not her Husband in it Orl. Her Husband stirres in it vnder hand but because the other is a great rich man my Master is loth to be seene in it too much Infae. Let her in writing draw the cause at large And I will moue the Duke Orl. 'T is set downe Madam here in blacke and white already worke it so Madam that she may keepe her owne without disturbance grieuance molestation or medling of any other and she bestowes this purse of gold on your Ladyship Infae. Old man I le pleade for her but take no fees Giue Lawyers them I swim not in that flood I le touch no gold till I haue done her good Orl. I would all Proctors Clearkes were of your minde I should law more amongst them then I doe then here Madam is the suruey not onely of the Mannor it selfe but of the Grange house with euery Medow pasture Plough-land Cony-borough Fish-pond hedge ditch and bush that stands in it Infae. My Husbands name and hand and seale at armes to a Loue-letter Where hadst thou this writing Orla. From the foresaid party Madam that would keepe the foresaid Land out of the foresaid Lords fingers Infae. My Lord turnd Ranger now Orl. Y' are a good Huntresse Lady you ha found your Game already your Lord would faine be a Ranger but my Mistris requests you to let him runne a course in your owne Parke if you 'll not doo 't for loue then doo 't for money she has no white money but there 's gold or else she praies you to ring him by this token and so you shall be sure his nose will not be rooting other mens pastures Infae. This very purse was wouen with mine owne hands This Diamond on that very night when he Vntyed my Virgin girdle gaue I him And must a common Harlot share in mine Old man to quit thy paines take thou the gold Orl. Not I Madam old Seruingmen want no money Infae. Cupid himselfe was sure his Secretary These lines are euen the Arrowes Loue let flies The very Incke dropt out of Uenus eyes Orla. I doe not thinke Madam but hee fetcht off some Poet or other for those lines for they are parlous Hawkes to flie at wenches Infae Here 's honied poyson to me he ne'r thus writ But Lust can set a double edge on wit Orla. Nay that 's true Madam a wench will whet any thing if it be not too dull Infae. Oathes promises preferments Iewels gold What snares should breake if all these cannot hold What creature is thy Mistris Orl. One of those creatures that are contrary to man a woman Infae. What manner of woman Orl. A little tiny woman lower then your Ladiship by head and shoulders but as mad a wench as euer vnlaced a petticote these things should I indeed haue deliuered to my Lord your Husband Infae. They are deliuered better Why should she send backe these things Orl. Ware ware there 's knauery Infae. Strumpets like cheating gamesters will not win At first these are but baites to draw him in How might I learne his hunting houres Orl. The Irish Footman can tell you all his hunting houres the Parke he hunts in the Doe he would strike that Irish Shackatory beates the bush for him and knowes all he brought that Letter and that Ring he is the Carrier Infae. Knowest thou what other gifts haue past betweene them Orl. Little S. Patricke knowes all Infae. Him I se examine presently Orl. Not whilest I am here sweet Madam Infae. Be gon then what lyes in me command Exit Orl. Enter Bryan Infae. Come hither sirra how much cost those Satins and cloth of Siluer which my husband sent by you to a low Gentlewoman yonder Bry. Faat Sattins faat Siluers faat low Gentlefolkes dow pratest dow knowest not what yfaat la Infae. She there to whom you carried letters Bry. By dis hand and bod dow saist true if I did so oh how I know not a letter a de Booke yfaat la Infae. Did your Lord neuer send you with a Ring sir set with a Diamond Bry. Neuer sa crees sa me neuer he may runne at a towsand rings yfaat and I neuer hold his stirrop till he leape into de saddle By S. Patricke Madam I neuer touch my Lords Diamond nor euer had to doe yfaat la with any of his precious stones Enter Hipollito Infae. Are you so close you Bawd you pandring slaue Hip. How now why Infaelice what 's your quarrell Infae. Out of my sight base varlet get thee gone Hip. Away you rogue Bry. Slawne loot fare de well fare de well Ah marragh frofat boddah breen Exit Hip. What growne a fighter prethee what 's the matter Infae. If you 'll needs know it was about the clocke how workes the day my Lord pray by your watch Hip. Lest you cuffe me I le tell you presently I am neere two Infae. How two I am scarce at one Hip. One of vs then goes false Infae. Then sure 't is you Mine goes by heauens Diall the Sunne and it goes true Hip. I
ha giuen fire already and the hook to draw him hither is to see certaine pieces of Lawne which I told him I haue to sell and indeed haue such fetch them downe Pacheco Orl. Yes sir I 'm your Water-spanniell and will fetch any thing but I le fetch one dish of meat anon shall turne your stomacke and that 's a Constable Exit Enter Bots vshering Mistris Horsleach Omnes How now how now Car. What Gally-foist is this Lod. Peace two dishes of stew'd prunes a Bawde and a Pander My worthy Lieutenant Bots why now I see th' art a-man of thy word welcome welcome Mistris Horsleach Pray Gentlemen salute this reuerend Matron Hors. Thankes to all your Worships Lod. I-bade a Drawer send in wine too did none come along with thee Grannam but the Lieutenant Hors. None came along with me but Bots if it like your Worship Bots. Who the pox should come along with you but Bots Enter two Uintners Omnes Oh braue march faire Lod. Are you come that 's well Mat. Here 's Ordnance able to sacke a Citty Lod. Come repeat read this Inuentory 1. Uint. Imprimis a pottle of Greeke wine a pottle of Peter sa meene a pottle of Charnico and a pottle of Ziattica Lod. Y' are paid 2. Uint. Yes Sir Exeunt Vintners Mat. So shall some of vs be anon I feare Bots. Here 's a hot day towards but zounds this is the life out of which a Soldier sucks sweetnesse when this Artillery goes off roundly some must drop to the ground Cannon Demy-cannon Saker and Basalisk Lod. Giue fire Lieutenant Bots. So so Must I venture first vpon the breach to you all Gallants Bots sets vpon you all Omnes Its hard Bots if we pepper not you as well as you pepper vs Enter Candido Lod. My noble Linnen Draper Some wine Welcome old Lad Mat. Y' are welcome Signior Cand. These Lawnes sir Mat. Presently my man is gone for them we ha rigged a Fleet you see here to saile about the world Cand. A dangerous Voyage sailing in such Ships Bots. There 's no casting ouer boord yet Lod. Because you are an old Lady I will haue you be acquainted with this graue Cittizen pray bestow your lips vpon him and bid him welcome Hors. Any Cittizen shall be most welcome to me I haue vsed to buy ware at your shop Cand. It may be so good Madam Hors. Your Prentices know my dealings well I trust your good wife be in good case if it please you beare her a token from my lips by word of mouth Cand. I pray no more forsooth 't is very well indeed I loue no sweet meats Sh 'as a breath stinkes worse then fifty Polecats Sir a word is she a Lady Lod. A woman of a good house and an ancient shee 's a Bawde Cand. A Bawde Sir I le steale hence and see your Lawnes some other time Mat. Steale out of such company Pacheco my man is but gone for em Lieutenant Bots drinke to this worthy old fellow and teach him to flie hie Omnes Swagger and make him doo 't on his knees Cand. How Bots now blesse me what doe I with Bots no wine in sooth no wine good Master Bots Bots. Gray-beard Goats pizzle 't is a health haue this in your guts or this there I will sing a bawdy song sir because your vergis face is melancholly to make liquor goe downe glib will you fall on your maribones and pledge this health 't is to my Mistris a whore Cand. Here 's Ratsbane vpon Ratsbane Master Bots I pray sir pardon me you are a Soldier presse me not to this seruice I am old and shoot not in such pot-gunnes Bots. Cap I le teach you Cand. To drinke healths is to drinke sicknesse Gentlemen pray rescue me Bots. Zounds who dare Omnes We shall ha stabbing then Cand. I ha reckonings to cast vp good Master Bots Bots. This will make you cast em vp better Lod. Why does your hand shake so Cand. The palsie Signiors danceth in my blood Bots. Pipe with a pox sir then or I le make your blood dance Cand. Hold hold good Master Bots I drinke Omnes To whom Cand. To the old Countesse there Hors. To me old Boy this is he that neuer drunke wine once agen too 't Cand. With much adoe the poison is got downe Tho I can scarce get vp neuer before Dranke I a whores health nor will neuer more Enter Orlando with Lawnes Mat. Hast bin at Gallowes Orl. Yes sir for I make account to suffer to day Mat. Looke Signior here 's the Commodity Cand. Your price Mat. Thus Cand. No too deare thus Mat. No O fie you must slie higher yet take em home trifles shall not make vs quarrell we 'll agree you shall haue them and a penniworth I le fetch money at your shop Cand. Be it so good Signior send me going Mat. Going a deepe bowle of wine for Signior Candido Orl. He wud be going Cand. I le rather stay then goe so stop your Bowle Enter Constable and Bilmen Lod. How now Bots. Is 't Shroue-tuesday that these Ghosts walke Mat. What 's your businesse Sir Const. From the Duke you are the man wee looke for Signior I haue Warrant here from the Duke to apprehend you vpon fellony for robbing two Pedlers I charge you i' th Dukes name goe quickly Mat. Is the winde turn'd well this is that old Wolfe my Father-in-law seeke out your Mistris Sirra Orl. Yes Sir as shafts by piecing are made strong So shall thy life be straightned by this wrong Exit Omnes In troth we are sorry Mat. Braue men must bee crost pish it 's but Fortunes Dice rouing against me Come sir pray vse me like a Gentleman let me not be carried through the streets like a Pageant Const. If these Gentlemen please you shall goe along with them Omnes Bee 't so come Const. What are you sir Bots. I sir sometimes a figure sometimes a cipher as the State has occasion to cast vp her accounts I 'm a Soldier Const. Your name is Bots is 't not Bots. Bots is my name Bots is knowne to this Company Const. I know you are Sir what 's she Bots. A Gentlewoman my Mother Const. Take em both along Bots. Me Sirrr Billmen And Sirrr Const. If he swagger raise the street Bots. Gentlemen Gentlemen whither will you drag vs Lod. To the Garden house Bots are we euen with you Const. To Bridewell with em Bots. You will answer this Exeunt Const. Better then a challenge I haue warrant for my worke sir Lod. Wee 'll goe before Exeunt Const. Pray doe Who Signior Candido a Cittizen of your degree consorted thus and reuelling in such a house Cand. Why sir what house I pray Const. Lewd and defamed Cand. Is 't so thankes sir I 'm gone Const. What haue you there Cand. Lawnes which I bought sir of the Gentleman that keepes the house Const. And I haue warrant here to search for such stolne Ware these Lawnes are stolne Cand.
Indeed Const. So he 's the Thiefe you the Receiuer I 'm sorry for this chance I must commit you Cand. Me sir for what Const. These Goods are found vpon you and you must answer 't Cand. Must I so Const. Most certaine Cand. I le send for Bayle Const. I dare not yet because you are a Cittizen of worth you shall not be made a pointing stocke but without Guard passe onely with my selfe Cand. To Bridewell too Const. No remedy Cand. Yes patience being not mad they had mee once to Bedlam Now I 'm drawne to Bridewell louing no Whores Const. You will buy Lawne Exeunt Enter at one doore Hipollito at another Lodouico Astolfo Carolo Beraldo Fontinell Lod. Yonder 's the Lord Hipollito by any meanes leaue him and me together Now will I turne him to a Madman Omnes Saue you my Lord Exeunt Lod. I ha strange newes to tell you Hip. What are they Lod. Your Mare 's i' th pound Hip. How 's this Lod. Your Nightingale is in a Limebush Hip. Ha Lod. Your Puritanicall Honest Whore sits in a blue gowne Hip. Blue Gowne Lod. She 'll chalke out your way to her now she beats chalke Hip. Where who dares Lod. Doe you know the Bricke-house of Castigation by the Riuer side that runnes by Millan the Schoole where they pronounce no letter well but O Hip. I know it not Lod. Any man that has borne Office of Constable or any woman that has falne from a Horse-load to a Cart-load or like an old Hen that has had none but rotten egges in her nest can direct you to her there you shall see your Puncke amongst her back-friends there you may haue her at your will for there she beates Chalke or grindes in the Mill with a whip deedle deedle deedle deedle ah little monkey Hip. What Rogue durst serue that Warrant knowing I loued her Lod. Some Worshipfull Rascall I lay my life Hip. I le beat the Lodgings downe about their eares That are her Keepers Lod. So you may bring an old house ouer her head Hip. I le to her I le to her stood armed Fiends to guard the doores Exit Lod. Oh me what Monsters are men made by whores If this false fire doe Kindle him there 's one Faggot More to the bonfire now to my Bridewell Birds What Song will they sing Exit Enter Duke Carolo Astolfo Beraldo Fontinell three or foure Masters of Bridewell Infaelice Duke Your Bridewell that the name for beauty strength Capacity and forme of ancient building Besides the Riuers neighbourhood few houses Wherein we keepe our Court can better it 1. Master Hither from forraigne Courts haue Princes come And with our Duke did Acts of State Commence Here that great Cardinall had first audience The graue Campayne that Duke dead his Sonne That famous Prince gaue free possession Of this his Palace to the Cittizens To be the poore mans ware-house and endowed it With Lands to 'th valew of seuen hundred marke With all the bedding and the furniture once proper As the Lands then were to an Hospitall Belonging to a Duke of Sauoy Thus Fortune can tosse the World a Princes Court Is thus a prison now Duke 'T is Fortunes sport These changes common are the Wheele of Fate Turnes Kingdomes vp till they fall desolate But how are these seuen hundred Markes by 'th yeere Imployde in this your Worke-house 1. Master Warre and Peace Feed both vpon those Lands when the Iron doores Of warres burst open from this House are sent Men furnisht in all Martiall Complement The Moone hath thorow her Bow scarce drawn to 'th head Like to twelue siluer Arrowes all the Moneths Since 1600 Soldiers went aboord Here Prouidence and Charity play such parts The House is like a very Schoole of Arts For when our Soldiers like Ships driuen from Sea With ribs all broken and with tatterd sides Cast anchor here agen their ragged backes How often doe we couer that like men They may be sent to their owne Homes agen All here are but one swarme of Bees and striue To bring with wearied thighs honey to the Hiue The sturdy Begger and the lazy Lowne Gets here hard hands or lac'd Correction The Vagabond growes stay'd and learnes to bey The Drone is beaten well and sent away As other prisons are some for the Thiefe Some by which vndone Credit gets reliefe From bridled Debtors others for the poore So this is for the Bawd the Rogue and Whore Car. An excellent Teeme of Horse 1. Master Nor is it seene That the whip drawes blood here to coole the Spleene Of any rugged Bencher nor does offence Feele smart or spitefull or rash euidence But pregnant testimony forth must stand Ere Iustice leaue them in the Beadles hand As Iron on the Anuill are they laid Not to take blowes alone but to be made And fashioned to some Charitable vse Duke Thus wholsom'st Lawes spring from the worst abuse Enter Orlando before Bellafront Bel. Let mercy touch your heart-strings gracious Lord That it may sound like musike in the eare Of a man desperate being i' th hands of Law Duke His name Bel. Matheo Duke For a robbery where is she Exit Bel. one of the Masters of Bridewell Bel. In this House Duke Fetch you him hither Is this the Party Orl. This is the Hen my Lord that the Cocke with the Lordly combe your Sonne-in-law would crow ouer and tread Duke Are your two Seruants ready Orl. My two Pedlers are pack'd together my good Lord Duke 'T is well this day in Iudgement shall be spent Vice like a wound launc'd mends by punishment Infae. Let me be gone my Lord or stand vnseene 'T is rare when a Iudge strikes and that none dye And 't is vnfit then women should be by 1. Master Wee 'll place you Lady in some priuat roome Infae. Pray doe so Exit Orl. Thus nice Dames sweare it is vnfit their eyes Sould view men caru'd vp for Anatomies Yet they 'll see all so they may stand vnseene Many women sure will sinne behind a Skreene Enter Lodouico Lod. Your Sonne the Lord Hipollito is entred Duke Tell him we wish his presence A word Storsa On what wings flew he hither Lod. These I told him his Larke whom he loued was a Bridewell Bird he 's mad that this Cage should hold her and is come to let her out Duke 'T is excellent away goe call him hither Exit Lod. Enter one of the Gouernours of the House Bellafront after him with Matheo after him the Constable Enter at another doore Lodouico and Hipollito Orlando steps forth and brings in two Pedlers Duke You are to vs a stranger worthy Lord 'T is strange to see you here Hip. It is most fit That where the Sunne goes Attornyes follow it Duke Attornyes neither shape nor honour beare Be you yourselfe a Sunne-beame to shine cleare Is this the Gentleman Stand forth heare your accusation Mat. I le heare none I flie hie in that rather then Kites shall seize
Hip. He seemes a Soldier Bots. I am what I seeme Sir one of Fortunes Bastards a Soldier and a Gentleman and am brought in here with Master Constables band of Bilmen because they face mee downe that I liue like those that keepe Bowling-alleyes by the sinnes of the people in being a Squire of the body Hip. Oh an Apple-squire Bots. Yes sir that degree of scuruy Squiers and that I am maintained by the best part that is commonly in a woman by the worst players of those parts but I am knowne to all this company Lod. My Lord 't is true we all know him 't is Lieutenant Bots Duke Bots and where ha you serued Bots Bots. In most of your hottest Seruices in the Low-countries at the Groyne I was wounded in this thigh and halted vpon 't but 't is now sound In Cleueland I mist but little hauing the bridge of my nose broken downe with two great stones as I was scaling a Fort I ha beene tryed Sir too in Gelderland and scap'd hardly there from being blown vp at a Breach I was fired and lay i' th Surgeons hands for 't till the fall of the leafe following Hip. All this may be and yet you no Soldier Bots. No Soldier sir I hope these are Seruices that your proudest Commanders doe venture vpon and neuer come off sometimes Duke Well sir because you say you are a Soldier I le vse you like a Gentleman make roome there Plant him amongst you we shall haue anon Strange Hawkes flie here before vs if none light on you You shall with freedome take your flight But if you proue a Bird of baser wing Wee 'll vse you like such Birds here you shall sing Bots. I wish to be tried at no other weapon Duke Why is he furnisht with those in payments 1. Master The Pander is more dangerous to a State Then is the common Thiefe and tho our lawes Lie heauier on the Thiefe yet that the Pander May know the Hangmans ruffe should fit him too Therefore he 's set to beat Hempe Duke This does sauour Of Iustice basest Slaues to basest labour Now pray set open Hell and let vs see The Shee-Deuils that are here Infa. Me thinkes this place Should make euen Lais honest 1. Master Some it turnes good But as some men whose hands are once in blood Doe in a pride spill more so some going hence Are by being here lost in more impudence Let it not to them when they come appeare That any one does as their Iudge sit here But that as Gentlemen you come to see And then perhaps their tongues will walke more free Duke Let them be marshall'd in be couerd all Fellowes now to make the Sceane more Comicall Car. Will not you be smelt out Bots Bots. No your brauest whores haue the worst noses Enter two of the Masters a Constable after them then Dorathes Target braue after her two Beadles th' one with a wheele the other with a blue Gowne Lod. Are not you a Bride forsooth Dor. Say yee Car. He wud know if these be not your Bridemen Dor. Vuh yes sir and looke yee doe you see the Bride-laces that I giue at my wedding will serue to tye Rosemary to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab Orl. Fie Puncke fie fie fie Dor. Out you stale stinking head of Garlicke foh at my heeles Orl. My head 's clouen Hip. O let the Gentlewoman alone she 's going to shrift Ast. Nay to doe penance Car. I I goe Puncke goe to the Crosse and be whipt Dor. Mary mew mary muffe mary hang you goodman Dog whipt doe yee take me for a base Spittle whore in troth Gentlemen you weare the cloathes of Gentlemen but you carry not the mindes of Gentlemen to abuse a Gentlewoman of my fashion Lod. Fashion pox a your fashions art not a whore Dor. Goodman Slaue Duke O fie abuse her not let vs two talke What mought I call your name pray Cor. I 'm not ashamed of my name Sir my name is Mistris Doll Target a Westerne Gentlewoman Lod. Her Target against any Pike in Millan Duke Why is this wheele borne after her 1. Master She must spinne Dor. A coorse thred it shall be as all threds are Ast. If you spin then you 'll earne money here too Dor. I had rather get halfe a Crowne abroad then ten Crownes here Orl. Abroad I thinke so Infae. Doest thou not weepe now thou art here Dor. Say yee weepe yes forsooth as you did when you lost your Maidenhead doe you not heare how I weep Sings Lod. Farewell Doll Dor. Farewell Dog Exit Duke Past shame past penitence why is that blue Gowne 1. Master Being stript out of her wanton loose attire That Garment she puts on base to the eye Onely to cloath her in humility Duke Are all the rest like this 1. Master No my good Lord You see this Drab swells with a wanton reyne The next that enters has a different straine Duke Variety is good let 's see the rest Exit Master Bots. Your Grace sees I 'm sound yet no Bullets hit me Duke Come off so and 't is well Omnes Here 's the second Messe Enter the two Masters after them the Constable after him Penelope Whore-hound like a Cittizens wife after her two Beadles one with a blue Gowne another with Chalke and a Mallet Pen. I'ha worne many a costly Gowne but I was neuer thus guarded with blue Coats and Beadles and Constables and Car. Alas faire Mistris spoyle not thus your eyes Pen. Oh sweet sir I feare the spoyling of other places about me that are dearer then my eyes if you be Gentlemen if you be men or euer came of a woman pitty my case stand to me sticke to me good sir you are an old man Orl. Hang not on me I prethee old Trees beare no such fruit Pen. Will you bayle me Gentlemen Lod. Bayle thee art in for debt Pen. No is my Iudge sir I am in for no debts I payd my Taylor for this Gowne the last fiue shillings a weeke that was behind yesterday Duke What is your name I pray Pen. Penelope Whore-hound I come of the Whore-hounds How does Lieutenant Bots Omnes A ha Bots Bots. A very honest woman as I 'm a Soldier a pox Bots ye Pen. I was neuer in this pickle before and yet if I goe amongst Cittizens wiues they ieere at me if I goe among the Loose-bodied Gownes they cry a pox on me because I goe ciuilly attyred and sweare their trade was a good trade till such as I am tooke it out of their hands good Lieutenant Bots speake to these Captaines to bayle me 1. Master Begging for bayle still you are a trim gossip goe giue her the blue Gowne set her to her chare worke Huswife for your bread away Pen. Out you Dog a pox on you all women are borne to curse thee but I shall liue to see twenty such flat-caps shaking Dice for a penny-worth of Pippins out you blue-eyed Rogue