you are weary of my mistris and cast her off as I know you must have change you shall have my maiden-head at the same rate if you please I 'le keepe it for you Geo. 'T is a bargaine Bella. But two words to it Pray sir use her nere the worse for my promise Geo. The better I 'le turne her off within this fortnight and send for thee Bella. Oh sir 't is not fit a servant should shift her Mistris trencher before the bones are cleane pick't You have flesh enough to hold out a moneth Geo. It shall be a moneth then Tapst. Be carefull Porter of your carriage Port. Married that I am to a freemans widdow and I weare the Citie-Armes by her first husbands copie Geo. The Porter is deafe sure Bella. Pray sir let me aske you one question Geo. Quickly then Bella. How many maiden-heads have you bought thus Geo. Some nineteene with thy mistrisses Bella. Pray sir let mine make up the score an even reckoning Geo. It shall it shall heere 's for thee Robin Tapst. The trunck is worth more sir besides the feathers that are in it But to doe you a pleasure Geo. Helpe him downe stayres with it Tapst. Heer 's a Totenham-Court project translated over the water from Holland Geo. Farewell wench Exeunt Bella. Adue good sir with your faire bed-fellow that must bee Had I my Worthgood heere this accident Would straine my heart strings to a pitch of laughter And make my spleene dance But his losse hath kill'd All sense of joy Ciceley returnes Cice. Now Mistris what thinke you of it Have I not tane a course to punish lust At least wise with disgrace Though custome calls Those actions onely honest that are glorious In publique same yet sometimes to dissemble An ill that 's not intended when the end Hath cleer'd it to opinion it attaines The greater praise Bella. Indeed I must confesse My feares possest me strongly you were noughe Nor is suspition grounded on due circumstance To be accounted ill But now my knowledge Instructs me better to commend your vertue And steere mine owne course by the faire example Of your discretion were the like attempted Vpon my chastity The fifth Scoene To them SAM Alas my Brother Sam. Now must I practise unaccustom'd impudence By your leave gentle creatures may I have my turne now for a little sport Nay nay sweetheart thou shalt serve thy Mistris is too deare and I am loth to pay over-much for repentance 'T is but changing offices let her hold the dore for thee Cice. Pray sir speake and meane civilly you 'l not be welcome else Sam. Good Lady light-heele give your servant leave to practise the trade you have taught her That such perfections as appeare in this woman should be sold to every base desire Come wench thy browne complexion pleaseth mee better then thy Mistrisses thou dost not paint and art the likelier to be wholsome Cice. Good gentleman hee is jealous and would circumvent her Sam. Heere 's halfe a crowne wench me thinks 't is a faire rate Ha! singer in the eye Keepe thy teares for pennance in Bride well Crye when money 's offer'd thee Bella. Oh Brother Sam. Ha! are you my Sister Bella. Your Sister Bellamie Sam. Why shee 's in the Countrey at mine Vncles Teaching her hand some neat industrious practice Or painting with her needle the rare forme Of some choyce flower to her busie servant Discoursing Moralls or perhaps at prayers Or meditation these were her exercises Not prostitution What an impudence Is this imposture Bella. Temper your anger brother For it appeares i' th wrincles of your brow And let not passion burne your jealous feares With an intemperate heat I have a story You 'l pitty though all naturall affection Were quite extinguisht Sam. Then you are my Sister Bella. Dissemble not those doubts but heare me Sam. Noe I 'm deafe to all excuse 'T is too apparant Possesse me vertuous rage make me the instrument Of a religious justice Bella. Guard me innocence Sam. Oh that the knowing soule which can distinguish It selfe and powers should yeeld her government To the lascivious appetite of sense And under such a base subjection Ruine her noble parts True estimation Is grounded on the actions of the minde And to determine bravely well as honestly Must be the last and most refin'd digestion Of a high flying nature Such should hers be She wanted not th' instruction nor example Of worthy Parents that honour is the most Essentiall part of life and valewd 'bove it Cice. Good gentleman hee 's troubled Sam. Oh hypocrisie Thy painted showes must likewise mock our judgments Into an apt credulitie that makes Bad worse by the dissembling Had shee wanted Or meanes of power or fortune to discover This inclination like the Serpent numb'd With a long rigidnesse forbeare's to sting His warmers bosome not because he hath not A poyson but because the force thereof Is feebled by the cold Cice. You seeme disturb'd sir Sam. who 'l ever trust devotion or believe That any zeale is earnest I should rather Have call'd an Eremite hypocrite or suspected Th' austerities of an Anchorite to be But for vaine-glory or a common fame Then her appearing goodnesse Fury prompts me To a black act 'T is well I have no sword But may she not survive her first repentance Which shame or punishment shall teach her quickly Lustfull insatiate whore Could not a husband Have coold your bloud Bella. You need no other weapon she sownes Those words have kill'd me Cice. Ay me what have you done sir helpe helpe Sam. If it be earnest cur'd a wounded fame My reputation would have bled a little Had she liv'd longer infamous her death May lose the memory of her dishonour Cice. Good gentlewoman she faints Helpe helpe The sixth Scoene To them KEEPER SLIP WORTHGOOD Keep The cry came from this Chamber Slip. 'Sfoot sir 't is Mistris Ciceley and Ciceley Mistris Ha ha sir did you put her to the squeake I 'le put you Keep Hold sirrah Wort. Looke up my love ha What malicious chance Begets this new prevention of our happines Oh let our soules together climbe the height Of their eternitie if fate denies Other enjoying Bella. 'T is my Worthgoods voyce That Orphean Musicke charmes my senses backe From the darke shades of their privation Welcome againe I never more will lose thee Sam. What are you sir that seeme thus tender of her Worth I give no answer to uncivill questions With calmer words And yet I scorne to strike Vnlesse I saw some armour for resistance Bella. This is my Husband Brother farre as vowes Can joyne us till Church-ceremony hath Confirm'd it stronger Worth Hee your Brother sweet His pardon first then leave I may embrace His worthy love Sam. 'T is not your complement Can win upon me If your worth deserves My Sisters love I hope my Vncles care Hath well examin'd it freely enjoy What you desire But my opinion is Scarce settled yet
me I love this Cuckold-making Geo. Franke though your selfe intend a reformation You might forbeare me this was your owne plot Fran. Why mine I ne're had resolution yet So stay'd but I could alter it for pleasure Nor can I hate or envy it in others I am sorry George you should drinke water after your sweet-meats To them Tapster Geo. Doe not abuse me lest I thinke revenge I am almost tempted to attempt it Tapst. The Gentlewoman hath withdrawne her selfe Iam. What Gentlewoman Tapst. Shee in the sattin gowne You know my meaning sir shee 's as right Iam. Thanks honest Robin Here 's for thee Tapst. I must thanke you sir Iam. I 'le take the first opportunity Tapst. The gentlewoman is retir'd sir Iam. What gentlewoman Tapst. You know my meaning Shee 's as right Sam. Poxe on your Pandarising Tapst. How now sir I wonder what quantity of maiden modesty went to your making up Few gentlemen of your complexion would have beene angry with an honest Tapster for such intelligence Sam. My Sister turn'd a common prostitute I must discover it Tapst. The gentlewoman 's gone into another chamber Sir Fran. What gentlewoman Tapst. Shee in the sattin gowne There 's a bed you know my meaning Shee 's as right Fran. You are a rogue sirrah kicks him Tapst. Good sir what meane you Fran. Mutter that thought agen I 'le cut thy tongue out Tap. And kill anon anon sir But cold rewards Had none any better Pandars would never purchase Exit Geo. I 'le take the Tapsters word and trye Fran. Come gentlemen let 's up agen By this time George your sorrow 's drye Exeunt The sixth Scoene Enter WORTHGOOD KEEPER and SLIP Keep And why should you thinke so Slip Slip. If I finde them not count me no wiser then an Apothecary that lookt for Iewes eares on an old Pillory When the dead wood bore none but Scriveners Keep Enquire diligently sirrah Sl. I will sir and arme my selfe like a country Iuror I cannot hold out too fast till I have given up my verdict Exit Worth My patience Sir hath hitherto made faire The outside and appearance of that good Your promise seem'd to meane me Circumstance Doth now instruct my feare that this credulity May be my danger Trechery oft lurkes In complements Y'have sent so many poasts Of undertakings they out-ride performance And make me thinke your faire pretences ayme At some intended ill which my prevention Must strive t' avert Then good sir leave me Keep Sir though my outside 's meane I have a soule Instructed in all dues belong to man I never yet mis-us'd a common action With a prepar'd dissembling My intents Are fairer then your jealousie which lives But in the darknesse of your ignorance 'T is a blind humour let discretion guid it That th' end of your owne good be not perverted By ill receiving of the hopefull meanes My freenesse offers Worth You have heard my story But why it should so stirre compassion In any stranger counsell cannot well Remove the doubt Keep Why Sir I know a gentleman Worthy in all things but his crosser fortune On which mine had dependance as a servant Rob'd him at once of all those gifts she lent him Estate life wife his infant-Issue left To her blind pitty Can I thinke you then Without some feeling heare the sad relation Of a misfortune is so like to that As if the selfe same inauspicious starres To them Slip. Were both their meanes The newes sirrah Slip. Very bad Sir My incredulous hostesse will not trust therefore pray sir make hast for without some supply of drinke I faint in the halfe way of my message Keep Hast found them Slip. Ther 's hopes or so I heard an inckling The house swarmes with gallants some of which have surely taken up Ciceley paltry Baggage she playes the Lady at least and makes mincing faces like a countrey Bride at the upper end of the table Kee. Pray Sir let 's in we may perhaps find them heere Worth O fate unlesse thy guiding kinder prove Despaire kils all my hope and ends my love Exeunt Slip. Oh Cakes and Ale if you your sweets denye Let Slip despairing in a halter die Act. 4. Scoen. 1. Enter HOSTESSE CICELEY BELLAMIE Hostesse FEare not Mistris any of their attempts in my house you have your instructions and my ayde Make use of any thing I owne for your honest ends and if you need my person I am ready in my barre at your call Exit Cice. We thanke you Mistris Why should you feare the execution Of my desires why are women subject To that disease or else hath nature chose it To shew the difference I was meant a man sure For I have Masculine resolutions Which no deluding spirits can abuse With their mis-guiding nor imperfect moone-light Mock with false shadowes Danger frights not me Bella. Doubt of my lov'd friends safety without whom My soules abilities are dead to use Hath numb'd the sense of action I 'm all passive Yet I haue heard from him relations Of horrid battailes and his persons danger When as the murdering Canons choak't the ayre With their curl'd mists their lowd noise ushering death To his black triumph A little custome made it To be my pastime Those were dangers past But these to come Cice. You have a soldier sweet-heart And no more courage what a race of Cowards Would spring from that loves joyning for Physitians Say women have most right in the conception Were but our causes chang'd our cases are I 'de tell this brother all and if his love From a pretence of care deny'd me ayde I 'de schoole him soundly Come come you shal tell Your Brother that I love him Bella. Love my Brother Cice. Your Brother Mistris If my beauty can Which ha's beene flatter'd for a taking one Win upon his desires I 'le soone worke him To what you please Nay rather then the project Should faile of a successe he shall enjoy me But fairely Bella. Ayde me now discretion Would you Make mean agent to undoe my Brother And but for such meane ends Cice. Why gentlewoman Disparage not my low condition Perhaps misfortune meant it not my birth That might be noble as your owne though boasted From th' heraulds Catalogue of dead Ancestors My father oft hath told me when my fingers Prest the Cowes dugges and from their fulnesse drew Aboundance of white streames that Nature meant not These limbs for labour But this may appeare The flattery of my selfe Bella. Into what maze My dangers lead me i' th middle ther 's a Monster If I goe on will ruine me if back I want an Ariadnean Clue of policie To be my guide Cice. If you 'l preserve your selfe From a discovery you must counterfeit Some other passions or clothe these in mirth The second Scoene To them IAMES presently after GEORGE How now maide why left you the doore open Iam. 'T is shut agen sweet Mistris If it offend you I will buy my pardon at
your owne rate Cice. What would you have sir Iam. A little pleasure Sweete Come come what 's your price Cice. You sure mistake me sir Iam. As if I had not practis'd wenching sufficiently to understand a dissembled modesty because I am a stranger I 'le come to your lodging when I know where 't is But say your price halfe a crowne Cice. Have I found you gallant I am dearer Sir that 's my maids rate The truth is I have my Maiden-head yet and have bargain'd with a gentleman below for it Iam. Let me have it I 'le double his reward Cice. I love to be as good as my word Sure sir hee 'd kill you if he knew of your attempt That 's he sir Knock Iam. And my young valour dare not encounter him Cice. Your Citie-borne coward never make 's fortunate whoremaster Iam. Would I were safe Cice. Best hide your selfe in this sir Iam. A handsome convenience When hee 's gone release me Cice. Feare it not sir but be sure you lie still Open the dore maid and doe you heare get the key of the truncke Bella. What may this come to Geo. Pardon me faire one My intrusion tends To begg a happinesse please you to crowne it With your consent and welcome Cice. What 's in me To grant you shall command Geo. I take your word The pleasure of your bed I will reward it With a new gowne and angels dally not In any coy deniall Cice. Not in this place But if you please whisper Bella. New jealousie instructs My feare this woman 's naught and such a one As sels her selfe to sinne What fates conspire To make me miserable Geo. 'T is a motion Sutes with my liking The paines will make the pleasure More sweet in the enjoying The third Scoene To them FRANKE Fran. Courting her George 't is not friendly Geo. Mischiefe on suspition I 've given you all the flattering commendations That might confirme her love Fran. No more I thanke thee Geo. I leave yee Now to my practice of revenge And the delight it comprehends within it Above Elizium Exit Fran. Deare when shall my love Be happy in enjoying what it makes The object of desire Shall this faire morning Be consecrate to Hymen Cice. Worthy Sir Such is the difference 'twixt your birth and fortune And my condition whose inferiour ayme Dare not be level'd higher then it's equalitie Makes cowards pollicie feare to be th' excuse Of my delaye For were you satisfide With that which you call pleasure and satietie Had ta'ne the edge off what 's in me can whet New appetite and revive a dying love Your estimation branded with the infamy Of a base choyce taunts from the mouth of envy Aspersions to beget a killing jealousie And when you shall reflect Fran. Prethee no more These needlesse doubts I 'm arm'd with preparations For my resolves that no assault can bitter Cice. Pardon me sir there 's ground of circumstance To build a faith on that your desires end Is my enjoying for your senses pleasure Not the converse which love instructs the soule in Fra. Why should false feares make such a bad construction Prethee no more Cice. But I must search you throughly Y' are noble sir and now I will unmaske This false complexion of an hypocrite Which hitherto deluded your opinion But with a shew of vertue The truth is My inclination 's wanton and this day I meant to make a sale of that for which You have so fairely bid my Maiden-head You see I 'm fitted for it Fran. What doe I heare Cice. The gentleman that left me is the Merchant A price is likewise set upon the ware The time and place of enterchange appointed The meanes a porter in that trunke must carry me Vnto his chamber You seeme troubled Sir At the relation Fran. 'T is to trye me sure She cannot meane it How my thoughts rebell Against their guide Cice. Troth sir I must confesse Your person likes me better and the love You have profest deserves my gratitude Meete you this porter and compell him with you You shall enjoy me first and afterwards When I set up the trade be still more welcome Fran. Should this be earnest it would make me happy Above mine owne desire and should she mock me 'T were but returning to my first intents Some way I must enjoy her Shall this practice Give me those sweets have beene so long deny'd With counterfeited modesty Cice. Be sure sir My Tutor in the Art left me instructions To take the fairest offer Fra My reward Shall treble his Be constant to my pleasure I 'le keepe thee like a wife and serve thy will With full content Cice. That as your liking pleaseth When you are weary I 'le but begg your bounty For a new wardrobe to set up with Fran. How mans desire Pursues contentment 't is the soule of action And the propounded reason of our life Yet as the choyce appeares or grosse or excellent We flye not from th' injoying but are chang'd In our opinion either of the object Or of the meanes that workes it Why should I Alter a resolution The contentment Is still the same and a farre easier meanes Without that tye necessitates the will To a sixt bounds Besides my credit 's safe To keepe a Mistris youths excuse may serve But an inferiour match brands my posteritie If equall blood commixe not Hence then scruple And all that frights saint conscience sweet I welcome The freenesse of your kind and loving promise With as much joy as can possesse a heart Made joviall by th' effect of all it's wishes Be constant to it Cice. Be you confident I cannot be diverted from my purpose The end 's too pleasant Pray prepare your selfe The time drawes on Fran. And till my expectation Ends in that full possession of delight Times wings are clipt So farewell sweet till then Exit Cice. And farewell base desires May thy soule lust Make thee still credulous till abuse and shame Teach thee amendment What an Oratour Is Sin that paints it selfe with golden words Of pleasure and delight as if the soule Had it's eternall being and full powers But for the senses satisfaction And their enjoying it Creations end Now to our Comedie Ha fast asleepe This fits our purpose Lock it fast Bella. Will not the feathers choake him Cice. Hee 's arm'd against mischances Give it the Porter I must withdraw Exit Bella. Now I perceive Goodnesse guides all her actions her minds brightnesse Out-shines her outward beauty But what use Can my misfortune make of 't yes th' example Shall teach me how to counterfeit if I Can force my passion to it The fourth Scoene To her GEORGE TAPSTER PORTER Heere 's the Gentleman Geo. Now wench is all ready Bella. I have pack't her up in 't like a Bartholmew-babie in a boxe I warrant you for hurting her Geo. 'T is a good wench I 'le give thee a new gowne for it Bella. I thanke you sir When
how finely she hath gull'd us both And mockt our easie trust Fran. Pray' Sir how came you hither Iam. I thinke upon that Porters shoulders Fran. But how into this Trunk Iam. I le tell you sir Bargaining for a little sport with the Gentlewoman whom I thought to be a wanton she possest me with scare to which cowardize is alwaies apt and I must acknowledge in my selfe that a Gentleman one of you two I take it had dealt with her for her Mayden-head and that shee expected him He came and I fearing lust as well as love would brooke no rivall made use of this for my safety Where being heavy headed with Ale I have slept till your noyse wak't me Stit. An excellent conceit how like you it Wife This Gentleman cannot endure the company of Women Wife I knew before he did but dissemble that made me so desirous to try him There was a Tub at Totenham you I now the successe of it Chan. I ever thought Mistresse Stitchwell that was your owne plot and I love you dearely for it Wife Love me Mr Changelove Take heed my Husband doe not dreame of it Chan. That was her plot too Now doe I see some Women can counterfeit wickednesse aswell as many dissemble honesty Come Sir let you and I drowne the memory of our disasters in a cup of Sack Exeunt Wife You see gallants what successe attends your enterprises Henceforth account not every City Wife Wanton that onely loves a merry life Stit. And here 's a double comfort being wedded Shee 's neither false nor am I jealous headed Exeunt Fran. Accurst credulity Could not those doubts I shapt my jealousie preserve my first And noble resolution I Had I urg'd it With greater zeale she must have forc't her reason To understand m' intention without practise Of farther tryall Now she 's lost for ever Though I should with submission and repentance Beg reconciliation with her thoughts Whose purity cannot endure to mixe With mine that were so foule she would reject it I le back and try Lustfull affections hence My Lov 's new cloth'd in vertuous innocence Exit Ge. Frank We are friends since we have shar'd disgrace We kill all malice Henceforth I shall strive To live more chaste Lust is a gilded pill Which sinfull nature doth prescribe desire It mocks the sence with pleasure but at last The shining outside leaves a bitter tast Exit The fourth Scoene Enter SAM and SLIP Sam. But prethee tell me what 's her condition Slip. Womanish She 'l cry when shee 's angry laugh when she 's tickled and be sick when she cannot have her owne will Sam. I meane her calling Slip. She is call'd Cicily Sam. Her profession then Slip. Not very honest and yet very honest She cheats all the world that thinks she is wanton but you may find by the late stories that neither your Aunts nor Cousins can keep their legs so close Sam. Here 's money for thee Slip. You are as bountifull as a new made Knight that courts a City Widdow by Atturney for the officers fees Sam. Prethee tell me how was she borne Slip You had bâ—d ask the Midwife Sam. This fellow trifles Is the Keeper thy Master her owne Father Slip Should you conjure the Devill into her dead Mother he might chance to tell you â—lye Sam. Is she a Gentlewoman or not Slip. She is and she is not She is a Gentlewoman as she loves pride which makes Gentlewomen apt to fall especially those of the wayting forme Then she is no Gentlewoman because because Sam. Prithee no more Slip. 'T is well you interrupted me for I had no reason But Sir I will bring her to the barre of your presence where she may answere for her selfe whilst I convert your bounty into wholesome nourishment from a black Pot and have a bout with mine own sweet Turnup Sam. Mine eye nere saw with aptnesse to desire That beauty could enthrall m' unbounded thoughts With passionate affection Yet this piece Is absolute and such as cannot choose But have a glorious mind Love is a cement That joynes not earthly parts above but workes Upon th' eternall substance making one Of two agreeing soules Were she borne nobly As surely such perfections cannot be The issue of base parents so that infamie Might not succeed here would I fixe my choyce Besides she 's vertuous and her education Beseeming greatnesse her discourse pure language Iudgement and full behaviour argue it The fifth Scoene To him CICELEY Shee 's come How like an Angell as if sent On some celestiall message to the soule Of a departing Saint White innocence Is in each looke and feature as all goodnesse Had built their mansion in her Welcome faire one I hope my pardon 's seal'd for thus presuming On what you might call rudenesse Cice. You have shapt Needlesse apologie to excuse a guilt When none appeares I owe much to your vertue It doth command my thoughts Sam. Which are so glorious I must admire the actions that expresse them I hope your judgement doth not call it ill That my intemperate anger being grownded On vertuous suspition did transport me Beyond a moderate passion I am satisfi'de Your innocence hath cleer'd my jealousie Which was I know instruction to my sister And th' onely working meanes that kept her safe The Gentleman she loves I finde is worthy Though his estate through the improvidence Of a free minded Father low enough My Vncle may repaire it she hath hopes T' inherite all And trust me did I love Where I perceiv'd desert no inequalitie Of fortunes blind additions birth or state Should interpose a let to my enjoying Cice. Sir 't is a noble resolution Pure love 's a vertue Nature onely teacheth And 's borne with generous Spirits that distinguish The object truely sleighting those respects That worke on grosser minds Sam. How shee instructs me In resolution Fairest I shall use None other circumstance or paint a passion My reasons eye allowes though first my sense Convey'd the knowledge of your outward forme And full perfections which must needs conteine A richer inside Vertue seldome dwells But in a glorious frame I love your goodnesse For that your beauty In my new borne wishes I have determin'd you the partner Of all that 's mine My state 's not very meane If 't were zeale should supply I 'de strive to merit The free gift of your selfe and in exchange Returne my selfe Cice. Sir I could answere you With your owne wordes for I presume your thoughts Are noble like your selfe unmixt with flatt'ry Courtships infection and the poysonous breath That many times doth make pure love suspected Whether it be found or plaster'd to deceive Our credulous weaknesse till it hath possest us With some foule leprosie Your handmaid yeelds To what agrees with honour if the meannesse Of her condition may presume to call Her honest credit so Sam. How you doe blesse me As suddainly as my desires could shape A meanes to worke it