Ramme-Alley
.
Actus
1.
Scaena
1
,
Enter
Constantia
sola
,
with
a
letter
in
her
hand
.
Const.
IN
this
disguise
,
(
ere
scarce
my
mourning
robes
)
Could
haue
a
generall
note
,
I
haue
forsooke
,
My
shape
,
my
mother
.
and
those
ritch
demeanes
,
Of
which
I
am
sole
heyre
,
and
now
resolue
,
In
this
disguise
of
Page
to
follow
him
,
Whose
loue
first
caused
me
to
assume
this
shape
.
Lord
how
my
feminine
bloud
stirs
at
the
sight
Of
these
same
breeches
,
me thinkes
this
cod-peece
Should
betray
mee
:
well
,
I
will
trye
the
worst
,
Hether
they
say
hee
vsually
doth
come
,
Whom
I
so
much
affect
,
what
makes
he
heere
In
the
skirts
of
Holborne
,
so
neere
the
field
,
And
at
a
garden
house
,
a
has
some
punke
Vpon
my
life
:
no
more
heere
hee
comes
.
Enter
Boutcher
.
God
saue
you
sir
:
your
name
vnlesse
I
erre
,
Is
maister
Thomas
Boutcher
.
Bou.
'Tis
sweet
boy
.
Con.
deliuers
the
lett
.
Con.
I
haue
a
letter
for
you
.
Bou.
From
whom
ist
,
Con.
The
inside
sir
will
tell
you
:
I
shall
see
he
reads
it
.
What
loue
he
beares
me
now
.
Bou.
Th'art
welcome
boy
.
How
does
the
faire
Constantia
Somerfield
,
My
noble
mistresse
.
Con.
I
left
her
in
health
.
Bou.
Shee
giues
thee
heere
good
words
,
and
for
her
sake
,
Thou
shalt
not
want
a
maister
,
be
mine
for
euer
.
Con.
I
thanke
you
sir
:
now
shall
I
see
the
Punke
.
he
knocks
Enter
William
Small-shanke
.
W.
Sm.
Who
knocks
so
fast
?
I
thought
'twas
you
,
what
news
.
Bout.
You
know
my
businesse
well
,
I
sing
one
song
.
W.
Sm.
Foot
,
what
would
you
haue
me
do
,
my
land
is
gon
,
My
credit
of
lesse
trust
then
Courtiers
words
To
men
of
iudgment
,
and
for
my
debts
I
might
deserue
a
Knight-hood
;
what's
to
be
done
?
The
Knight
my
father
will
not
once
vouchsafe
To
call
me
sonne
;
That
little
land
a
gaue
,
Throte
the
Lawyer
swallowed
at
one
gob
,
For
lesse
then
halfe
the
worth
,
and
for
the
Citty
There
be
so
many
rascals
,
and
tall
yeomen
Would
hang
vpon
me
for
their
maintenance
,
Should
I
but
peepe
or
step
within
the
gates
,
That
I
am
forst
onely
to
ease
my
charge
,
To
liue
here
in
the
suburbes
:
or
in
the
towne
To
walke
in
Tenebris
,
I
tell
you
sir
,
Your
best
retierd
life
is
an
honest
Punke
In
a
thatcht
house
with
Garlike
:
tell
not
mee
,
My
Punk's
my
Punke
,
and
noble
Letchery
Sticks
by
a
man
,
when
all
his
friends
forsake
him
.
Bou.
The
Poxe
it
will
,
art
thou
so
sencelesse
growne
,
So
much
indeared
to
thy
bestiall
lust
,
That
thy
originall
worth
should
lye
extinct
And
buried
in
thy
shame
?
farre
be
such
thoughts
From
spirits
free
and
noble
:
begin
to
liue
,
Know
thy selfe
,
and
whence
thou
art
deriu'd
,
I
know
that
competent
state
thy
father
gaue
,
Cannot
be
yet
consum'd
.
W.S.
'Tis
gon
by
Heauen
,
Not
a
denier
is
left
.
Bou.
'Tis
impossible
.
W.S.
Impossible
zart
,
I
haue
had
two
suckers
,
Able
to
spend
the
wealthy
Craesus
store
.
Enter
Francis
.
Bou.
What
are
they
?
W.S.
Why
a
Lawyer
and
a
Whore
,
See
heere
comes
one
,
doost
thinke
this
petti-coate
,
A
perfum'd
smock
,
and
twice
a
weeke
a
bathe
,
Can
be
maintain'd
with
halfe
a
yeares
reuenews
,
No
by
Heauen
,
wee
Annuall
yonger
brothers
,
Must
go
to't
by
hole-sale
,
by
hole-sale
man
These
creatures
are
maintaind
:
her
very
face
Has
cost
a
hundred
pound
.
Fra.
Sir
,
thanke
your selfe
.
Con.
They
keepe
this
whore
betwixt
them
.
Fra.
You
know
sir
,
I
did
inioy
a
quiet
country
life
,
Spotlesse
and
free
,
till
you
corrupted
mee
,
And
brought
me
to
the
Court
,
I
neuer
knew
,
What
sleeking
,
glazing
,
or
what
pressing
meant
,
Till
you
preferd
me
to
your
Aunt
the
Lady
,
I
knew
no
Iuorie
teeth
,
no
caps
of
heire
,
No
Mercury
water
,
fucas
,
or
perfumes
,
To
helpe
a
Ladies
breath
,
vntill
your
Aunt
,
Learnt
me
the
common
trick
.
W.S.
The
common
trick
,
Say
you
,
a
poxe
vpon
such
common
tricks
,
They
will
vndoe
vs
all
.
Bou.
And
knowing
this
Art
thou
so
wilfull
blind
,
still
to
persist
In
ruine
and
defame
.
W.S.
What
should
I
doe
?
I'aue
past
my
word
to
keepe
this
Gentlewoman
,
Till
I
can
place
her
to
her
owne
content
,
And
what
is
a
Gentleman
but
his
word
.
Bou.
Why
let
her
goe
to
seruice
.
W
S.
To
seruice
,
Why
so
shee
does
,
she
is
my
Landeresse
,
And
by
this
light
,
no
punie
Inne
a
Court
But
keepes
a
Landresse
at
his
command
To
doe
him
seruice
,
and
shall
not
I
,
ha
!
Fra.
Sir
,
you
are
his
friend
(
I
loue
him
to
)
Propound
a
course
which
may
aduantage
him
,
And
you
shall
finde
such
reall
worth
in
me
,
That
rather
then
Ile
liue
his
hindrance
,
I
will
assume
the
most
penurious
state
The
Citty
yeelds
,
to
giue
me
meanes
of
life
.
W.
S
Why
ther's
it
,
you
heare
her
what
she
sayes
,
Would
not
he
be
damn'd
that
should
forsake
her
,
Sayes
she
not
well
,
can
you
propound
a
course
,
To
get
my
forfit
land
,
from
yonder
roague
,
Parcell
Lawyer
,
parcell
Deuill
,
all
Knaue
,
Thrate
,
throate
.
Bou.
Not
I
.
W.S.
Why
so
,
I
thought
as
much
,
You
are
like
our
Cittizens
to
men
in
need
,
Which
cry
'tis
pitty
,
a
propper
Gentleman
,
Should
want
mony
,
yet
not
an
vsuring
slaue
,
VVill
lend
him
a
denier
,
to
helpe
his
wants
,
Will
you
lend
mee
forty
shillings
.
Bou.
I
will
.
W.S.
VVhy
God-amercy
,
there's
some
goodnesse
in
thee
,
Youle
not
repent
.
Bou.
I
will
not
.
VV.
S.
VVith
that
money
I
will
redeeme
my
forfit
land
,
and
wed
My
Coccatrice
to
a
man
of
worship
,
To
a
man
of
worship
by
this
light
.
Bou.
But
how
?
W.S.
Thus
in
Ramme-alley
lies
a
fellow
,
by
name
Throte
:
one
that
professeth
law
,
but
indeed
Has
neither
law
nor
conscience
,
a
fellow
That
neuer
saw
the
barre
,
but
when
his
life
Was
cald
in
question
for
a
coosenage
,
The
Rogue
is
riche
,
to
him
go
you
,
tell
him
That
rich
Sir
Iohn
Somerfield
.
Con.
How's
that
?
W.
Is
lately
dead
,
and
that
my
hopes
stand
faire
To
get
his
onely
daughter
.
If
I
speed
,
And
haue
but
meanes
to
steale
away
the
wench
,
Tell
him
I
reckon
him
my
chiefest
friend
,
To
entertaine
vs
till
our
nuptiall
rites
May
be
accomplisht
,
and
could
you
but
procure
My
elder
brother
meete
me
on
the
way
,
And
but
associate
me
vnto
his
house
,
'Tweare
hit
ifaith
,
I'de
giue
my
cunning
Throte
An
honest
slit
for
all
his
tricks
in
lawe
.
Bou.
Why
this
shall
be
perform'd
,
take
ther's
my
store
,
To
friends
all
things
are
common
.
W.S.
Then
at
the
court
There
are
none
foes
,
for
all
things
there
are
common
.
Bou.
I
will
as
carefully
performe
thy
wish
,
As
if
my
fortunes
lay
vpon
th'attempt
.
W.S.
When
shall
I
heere
from
you
.
Bou.
Within
this
houre
W.S.
Let
me
alone
for
the
rest
,
if
I
gull
not
And
go
beyond
my
open
throted
lawyer
,
For
all
his
booke
cases
of
Tricesimo
nono
And
Quadragessimo
octauo
:
let
mee
Like
waiting
Gentlewomen
be
euer
bound
,
To
sit
vpon
my
heeles
,
and
pick
rushes
,
Will
you
about
this
geere
.
Bou.
With
my
best
speed
.
W.S.
Then
fare
you
well
,
yole
meete
me
.
Bou.
Without
faile
.
Exit
Bouch
:
and
Page
.
W.S.
Adue
:
now
you
pernicious
Coccatrice
,
You
see
how
I
must
skelder
for
your
good
,
Ile
bring
you
where
you
shall
haue
meanes
to
cheate
,
If
you
haue
grace
enough
to
apprehend
it
.
Fra.
Beleeue
me
loue
,
how ere
some
stricter
wits
,
Condemne
all
women
which
are
prone
to
loue
,
And
thinke
that
if
their
fauour
fall
on
any
,
By
consequence
they
must
be
naught
with
many
,
And
hold
a
false
position
,
that
a
woman
False
to
her selfe
,
can
trusty
be
to
no
man
,
Yet
know
I
say
,
how ere
my
life
hath
lost
The
fame
which
my
Virginity
aspyr'd
,
I
will
be
true
to
thee
,
my
deed
shall
mooue
,
To
win
from
all
men
pitty
,
if
not
loue
.
W.S.
Tut
,
I
know
thee
a
good
rascall
,
lets
in
,
And
on
with
all
your
neate
and
finest
ragges
.
On
with
your
cloake
and
saue-gard
,
you
arrant
drab
,
You
must
cheate
without
all
conscience
,
filtch
for
thee
&
me
.
Do
but
thou
act
what
I
shall
well
contriue
,
Weele
teach
my
Lawyer
a
new
way
to
thriue
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Mistresse
Tafata
,
and
Adriana
her
maid
aboue
.
Taf.
Come
lou'd
Adriana
heere
let
vs
sit
,
And
marke
who
passes
;
now
for
a
wager
,
What
colourd
bear'd
comes
next
by
the
window
?
Adr.
A
black
mans
I
thinke
.
Taf.
I
thinke
not
so
,
I
thinke
a
redde
,
for
that
is
most
in
fashion
,
Lord
how
scarce
is
the
world
of
propper
men
And
gallants
;
sure
wee
neuer
more
shall
see
A
good
legge
worne
in
a
long
silke
stocking
,
With
a
long
cod-peece
,
of
all
fashions
That
carried
it
ifaith
,
what's
he
goes
by
?
Enter
a
Cittizen
.
Adr.
A
sniueling
Cittizen
,
he
is
carrying
ware
,
Exit
.
Vnto
some
Ladies
chamber
:
but
whoe's
this
?
Enter
T.
Smal-shanke
reading
a
letter
.
Taf.
I
know
him
not
,
a
lookes
iust
like
a
foole
.
Adr.
He's
very
braue
a
may
be
a
Courtier
,
Whats
that
a
reads
.
Taf.
Ah
how
light
a
treads
For
durting
his
silke
stockings
,
Ile
tell
thee
what
,
A
witty
woman
may
with
ease
distinguish
,
All
men
by
their
noses
,
as
thus
:
your
nose
Tuscan
is
louely
,
large
and
brawde
,
Much
like
a
Goose
,
your
valiant
generous
nose
.
A
croked
smoth
and
a
great
puffing
nose
,
Your
schollers
nose
is
very
fresh
and
raw
For
want
of
fire
in
winter
,
and
quickly
smells
,
His
choppes
of
mutton
,
in
his
dish
of
porrage
.
Your
Puritan
nose
is
very
sharpe
and
long
,
And
much
like
your
widdows
,
and
with
ease
can
smell
,
An
edefying
capon
some
fiue
streets
off
,
Enter
Boutcher
and
Constantia
.
Adr.
O
mistris
a
very
proper
gentleman
,
Tafa.
And
trust
me
so
it
is
,
I
neuer
saw
A
man
that
sooner
could
captiue
my
thoughts
(
Since
I
writ
widdow
)
then
this
gentleman
,
I
would
a
would
looke
vp
.
Adr.
Ile
laugh
so
loud
That
he
may
here
me
.
Tafa.
Thats
not
so
good
Bou.
And
spake
you
with
Maister
Smalshanke
.
Con.
I
did
.
Bou.
Will
a
meete
his
brother
.
Con.
A
said
a
woud
,
And
I
beleeued
him
,
I
tell
you
maister
I
haue
done
that
for
many
of
these
gallants
That
no
man
in
this
towne
would
do
but
I
.
Bo.
Whats
is
that
boy
.
Con.
Why
trust
them
on
their
words
But
will
you
heare
the
newes
which
now
supplies
,
The
citty
with
discourse
.
Bou.
What
is
it
wag
Con.
This
sir
,
they
say
some
of
our
citty
dames
Were
much
desirous
to
see
the
Baboones
Doe
their
newest
trickes
,
went
,
saw
them
,
came
home
,
Went
to
bed
,
slept
,
next
morning
one
of
them
,
Being
to
shift
a
smocke
,
sends
downe
her
maide
,
To
warme
her
one
,
meane while
she
gins
to
thinke
On
the
Babones
tricks
,
and
naked
in
her
bed
Begins
to
practise
some
,
at
last
she
stroue
,
To
gett
her
right
leg
ouer
her
head
;
thus
:
And
by
her
actiuity
she
got
it
Crosse
he
shoulder
:
but
not
with
all
her
power
,
Could
she
reduce
it
,
at
last
much
strugling
Tumbles
quite
from
the
bed
vpon
the
flower
,
The
maide
by
this
return'd
with
the
warme
smocke
,
And
seeing
her
mistris
throwne
on
the
ground
Trust
vp
like
a
foote-ball
,
exclaimes
,
calles
helpe
,
Runnes
downe
amazd
,
sweares
that
her
mistris
necke
Is
broke
vp
comes
her
husband
and
neighbours
,
And
finding
her
thus
trus'd
,
some
flatly
said
She
was
bewitch
,
others
she
was
possest
,
A
third
said
for
her
pride
,
the
Diuell
had
set
Her
face
where
her
rumpe
should
stand
,
but
at
last
Her
valiant
husband
steppes
me
boldly
to
her
,
Helpes
her
;
she
a
shamed
;
her
husband
amazed
,
The
neighbours
laughing
as
none
forbeare
,
She
tells
them
of
the
fatall
accident
.
To
which
one
answers
,
that
if
her
husband
Would
leaue
his
trade
,
and
carry
his
wife
about
To
doe
this
tricke
in
publike
,
she'd
get
more
gold
Then
all
the
Babones
,
Calues
with
two
tayles
,
Or
motions
what soeuer
.
Bou.
You
are
a
wag
,
Taf.
He
wilbe
gone
if
we
neglect
to
stay
him
.
Adr.
Shall
I
cough
or
sneeze
.
Taf.
Noe
I
ha't
stand
a side
,
Aye
me
my
handkertcher
Adriand
,
Fabia
.
Adr.
Mistris
,
Taf.
Runne
,
runne
I
haue
let
my
handkertcher
fall
,
Gentleman
shall
I
intreate
a
curtesie
,
Bur.
Within
my
power
your
beauty
shall
command
.
What
curtesie
ist
.
Tas.
To
stoope
and
take
vp
,
My
handkertcher
.
Bou.
Your
desire
is
performd
.
Taf.
Sir
most
hearty
thankes
:
please
you
come
in
Your
welcome
shall
transcend
your
expectation
.
Bou.
I
accept
your
curtesie
,
ha
!
whats
this
?
Assayld
by
feare
and
hope
in
a
moment
.
Boucher
this
womanish
passion
fits
not
men
,
Who
know
the
worth
of
freedome
:
shall
smyles
and
eyes
With
their
lasciuious
glances
conquer
him
Hath
still
beene
Lord
of
his
affections
?
Shall
simpring
nisenesse
load-stones
but
to
fooles
,
Attract
a
knowing
spirrit
:
it
shall
,
it
dooes
,
Not
Phaebus
rising
from
Auroras
lap
,
Spreds
his
bright
raies
with
more
maiestique
grace
Then
came
the
glances
from
her
quickning
eye
And
what
of
this
.
Con.
By
my
troth
I
know
not
Bou.
I
will
not
enter
:
continued
flames
burne
strong
,
I
yet
am
free
and
reason
keepes
her
seate
,
Aboue
all
fond
affections
yet
is
she
fayre
.
Enter
Adriana
.
Adr.
Sir
I
bring
you
thankes
for
this
great
curtesie
,
And
if
you
please
to
enter
I
dare
presume
,
My
mistris
will
afford
you
gratious
welcome
,
Bou.
How
doe
men
call
your
mistris
.
Con.
The
mans
in
loue
.
Adr.
Her
name
sir
is
Mistris
Changeable
,
late
wife
To
maister
Tafata
Mercer
deceast
.
Bour.
I
haue
heard
she
is
both
rich
and
beautifull
,
Adr.
In
th'
eyes
of
such
as
loue
her
,
iudge
your selfe
.
Please
you
but
pricke
forward
and
enter
,
Con.
Now
will
I
fall
a
boord
the
wating
maide
,
Adr.
Fall
a
boord
of
me
,
dost
take
me
for
a
ship
,
Con.
I
And
will
shoote
you
betwixt
wind
and
water
.
Adr.
Blurt
maister
gunner
your
linstocks
to
short
.
Con.
Foote
how
did
she
know
that
,
dost
here
sweet
hart
Should
not
the
page
be
doing
with
the
maid
,
Whilst
the
maister
is
busie
with
the
mistris
,
Please
you
pricke
forwards
,
thou
art
a
wench
Likely
to
goe
the
way
of
all
flesh
shortly
Adr.
Whose
witty
knaue
art
thou
.
Con.
At
your
seruice
.
Ad.
At
mine
faith
,
I
should
breetch
thee
.
Con.
How
breetch
me
.
Adr.
I
breetch
thee
,
I
haue
breetch
a
taler
man
,
Then
you
in
my
time
,
come
in
and
welcome
.
Con.
Well
I
see
now
a
ritch
well-practis'd
baud
,
May
pursse
more
fees
in
a
summers
progresse
,
Then
a
well
traded
lawier
in
a
whole
terme
,
Pandarisme
!
why't
is
growne
a
liberall
science
Or
a
new
sect
,
and
the
good
professors
Will
like
the
Brownist
frequent
grauell
pits
shortly
,
For
they
vse
woods
and
obscure
holes
already
.
Enter
.
Tafata
and
Boucher
.
Not
marry
a
widdow
.
Bou.
No
.
Taf.
And
why
?
Belike
you
thinke
it
base
and
seruant-like
,
To
feed
vpon
reuersion
,
you
hold
vs
widdowes
,
But
as
a
pie
thrust
to
the
lower
end
That
hath
had
many
fingers
int
before
,
And
is
reseru'd
for
grose
and
hungry
stomackes
.
Bou.
You
much
mistake
me
.
Taff.
Come
in
faith
you
do
:
And
let
me
tell
you
thats
but
ceremony
,
For
though
the
Pye
bee
broken
vp
before
,
Yet
sayes
the
prouerbe
,
the
deeper
is
the
sweeter
.
And
though
a
capons
wings
and
legges
be
caru'd
,
The
flesh
left
with
the
rumpe
I
hope
is
sweet
.
I
tell
you
sir
,
I
haue
beene
woed
,
and
sued
to
,
By
worthy
Knights
of
faire
demeanes
:
nay
more
,
They
haue
bin
out
of
debt
,
yet
till
this
houre
,
I
neither
could
indure
,
to
be
in
loue
.
Or
be
beloued
,
but
proferd
ware
is
cheape
.
whats
lawfull
thats
loathd
,
and
things
denied
,
Are
with
more
stronger
appetite
persude
.
I
am
to
yeelding
.
Bou.
You
mistake
my
thoughts
.
But
know
thou
wonder
of
this
continent
,
By
one
more
skyld
in
vnknowne
fate
,
then
was
,
The
blind
Achaian
Prophet
,
It
was
foretold
,
A
widdow
should
indanger
both
my
life
,
My
soule
,
my
lands
,
and
reputation
,
This
cheks
my
thoughs
,
and
cooles
th'ssentiall
fire
,
Of
sacred
loue
;
more
ardent
in
my
brest
Then
speech
can
vtter
.
Taf.
A
triuiall
Idle
ieast
,
Tis
for
a
man
,
of
your
repute
,
and
note
,
To
credit
fortunetellers
,
a
petty
rogue
,
That
neuer
saw
fiue
shillings
,
in
a
heape
Will
take
vpon
him
to
diuine
mens
fate
,
Yet
neuer
knowes
himselfe
,
shall
die
a
begger
,
Or
be
hanged
vp
for
pilfering
tablecloaths
,
Shirts
and
smocks
,
hanged
out
to
dry
on
hedges
,
Tis
meerely
base
,
to
trust
them
,
or
if
there
be
,
A
man
in
whome
the
Delphicke
,
God
hath
breathed
,
His
true
diuining
fire
,
that
can
foretell
,
The
fixt
decree
of
fate
,
he
likewise
knowes
,
What
is
within
the
euerlasting
booke
,
Of
Desteny
decreed
cannot
by
wit
,
Or
mans
Inuention
be
disolued
,
or
shund
,
Then
giue
thy
loue
free
scope
imbrace
and
kisse
,
And
to
the
distafe
sisters
leaue
th'euent
,
Bou.
How
powerfull
are
their
words
whome
we
affect
,
Small
force
shall
need
,
to
winne
the
strongest
fort
,
If
to
his
state
the
Captaine
be
perfidious
,
I
must
intreate
you
licence
my
depart
For
some
few
houres
.
Taf.
Choose
what
you
will
of
time
,
There
lyes
your
way
.
Bou.
I
will
intreate
her
,
stay
.
Taf.
Did
you
call
sir
.
Bou.
No
.
Taf.
Then
fare
you
well
.
Bou.
Who
gins
to
loue
,
needs
not
a
second
Hell
.
Ent.
Adr.
Taf.
Adriana
,
makes
a
no
stay
.
Adr.
Mistris
.
Taf.
I
prythee
see
if
hee
haue
left
the
house
,
Peepe
close
,
see
,
but
be
not
seene
:
is
a
gon
.
Adr.
No
,
has
made
a
stand
.
Ta.
I
prethee
keepe
close
.
Ad.
Nay
,
keep
you
close
y'ad
best
.
Taf.
What
does
he
now
?
Adr.
Now
a
retiers
.
Bou,
O
you
much
partiall
gods
!
Why
gaue
you
men
affections
,
and
not
a
power
To
gouerne
them
?
what
I
by
fate
should
shunne
,
I
most
affect
,
a
widdow
,
a
widdow
.
Taf.
Blowes
the
wind
there
.
Adr.
A
ha
,
h'is
in
ifaith
,
Yo'aue
drawne
him
now
within
your
purlews
mistresse
.
Bou.
Tut
I
will
not
loue
,
my
rationall
And
better
parts
shall
conquer
blind
affections
,
Let
passion
children
,
or
weake
women
sway
,
My
loue
shall
to
my
iudgement
still
obay
.
Taf.
What
does
he
now
?
Adr.
H'is
gon
.
Taf.
Gon
Adriana
.
Adr.
A
went
his
way
,
and
neuer
lookt
behind
him
.
Taf.
Sure
he's
taken
.
Adr.
A
little
sing'd
or
so
,
Each
thing
must
haue
beginning
,
men
must
prepare
Before
they
can
come
on
,
and
show
their
loues
In
pleasing
sort
:
the
man
will
doe
in
time
,
For
loue
good
Mistresse
is
much
like
to
waxe
,
The
more
'tis
rub'd
,
it
sticks
the
faster
too
,
Or
like
a
bird
in
bird-lime
,
or
a
pit-fall
,
The
more
a
labours
,
still
the
deeper
in
.
Taf.
Come
,
thou
must
helpe
me
now
,
I
haue
a
trick
To
second
this
beginning
,
and
in
the
nick
,
To
strike
it
dead
ifaith
,
women
must
woe
,
When
men
forget
what
Nature
leads
them
too
.
Enter
Throte
the
Lawyer
from
his
study
bookes
and
bags
of
money
on
a
Table
,
a
chaire
and
cushion
.
Thr.
Chast
Phoebe
,
splende
;
there's
that
left
yet
,
Next
to
my
booke
,
Claro
micante
Auro
,
I
that's
the
soule
of
lawe
:
that's
it
,
that's
it
,
For
which
the
Buckrome
bag
must
trudge
all
weathers
:
Though
scarcely
fild
with
one
poore
replication
,
How
happy
are
we
that
wee
ioy
the
law
,
So
freely
as
we
doe
;
not
bought
and
sold
,
But
clearely
giuen
,
without
all
base
extorting
,
Taking
but
bare
ten
Angels
for
a
fee
,
Or
vpward
:
to
this
renown'd
estate
,
Haue
I
by
indirect
and
cunning
meanes
,
In-wouen
my selfe
,
and
now
can
scratch
it
out
,
Thrust
at
a
barre
,
and
cry
my
Lord
as
low'd
,
As
ere
a
listed
gowne-man
of
them
all
.
I
neuer
plead
before
the
honor'd
bench
,
But
bench
right-worshipfull
of
peacefull
Iustices
And
Country-Gentlemen
,
and
yet
I'aue
found
Good
gettings
by
the
Masse
,
besides
od
cheates
,
VVill
Small-shankes
lands
and
many
garboyles
more
,
Dash.
Dash
Sir
.
Thr.
Is
that
reioynder
done
.
Da.
Done
sir
.
Thr.
Haue
you
drawn't
at
length
,
haue
you
dasht
it
out
,
According
to
your
name
.
Das.
Some
scauen-score
sheetes
.
Thr.
Is
the
demurror
drawne
twixt
Snip
and
VVoodcock
,
And
what
doe
you
say
to
Peacocks
pittifull
bill
,
Das.
I
haue
drawne
his
answer
negatiue
to
all
.
Thr.
Negatiue
to
all
.
The
plaintiue
sayes
,
That
VVilliam
Goose
,
was
sonne
to
Thomas
Goose
,
And
will
a
sweare
the
generall
bill
is
false
.
Das.
A
will
.
Thr.
Then
he
forsweares
his
father
,
'tis
well
,
Some
of
our
clients
will
go
prig
to
hell
Before
ourselues
;
has
a
paide
all
his
fees
.
Das.
A
lest
them
all
with
me
.
Thr.
Then
trusse
my
points
,
And
how
thinkst
thou
of
law
?
Das.
Most
reuerently
,
Law
is
the
worlds
great
light
,
a
second
sunne
,
To
this
terrestriall
Globe
,
by
which
all
things
Haue
life
and
being
,
and
with-out
which
Confusion
and
disorder
soone
would
seaze
The
generall
state
of
men
,
warres
,
outrages
,
The
vlcerous
deeds
of
peace
,
it
curbes
and
cures
,
It
is
the
kingdomes
eye
,
by
which
shee
sees
The
acts
and
thoughts
of
men
.
Thr.
The
kingdomes
eye
,
I
tell
thee
foole
,
it
is
the
kingdomes
nose
,
By
which
she
smells
out
all
these
rich
transgressors
,
Nor
ist
of
flesh
but
meerely
made
of
wax
,
And
tis
,
within
the
power
of
vs
Lawiers
,
To
wrest
this
nose
of
waxe
which
way
we
please
.
Or
it
may
be
as
thou
saist
an
eye
indeed
.
But
if
it
be
tis
sure
a
womans
eye
knocke
within
.
Thats
euer
rowling
.
Das.
one
knocks
.
Thr.
Go
see
who
tis
,
Stay
,
my
chaire
,
and
gowne
,
and
then
go
see
who
knocks
.
Thus
must
I
seeme
a
Lawyer
which
am
indeed
,
But
meerly
dregs
and
offscumme
of
the
Law
,
En.
Bou.
Dash
.
and
Consta.
I
tricesimo
primo
Alberti
Magni
Tis
very
cleere
.
Bou.
God
saue
you
sir
.
Thr.
The
place
is
very
pregnant
,
Maister
Boucher
;
Most
harty
welcome
sir
.
Bou.
You
study
hard
,
Thr.
No
I
haue
a
cushion
.
Bou.
You
ply
this
geere
,
You
are
no
trewant
in
the
law
,
I
see
.
Thr.
Faith
some
hundred
bookes
in
folio
I
haue
Turnd
ouer
to
better
my
owne
knowledge
,
But
that
is
nothing
for
a
studient
,
Bou.
Or
a
Stationer
they
turne
them
ouer
too
,
But
not
as
you
doe
gentill
Maister
Throat
,
And
what
?
the
Law
speakes
profit
does
it
not
?
Thr.
Faith
some
bad
angells
haunt
vs
now
and
then
,
But
what
brought
you
hether
.
Bou.
Why
these
smale
legs
,
Thr.
You
are
conceited
sir
,
Bou.
I
am
in
Law
.
But
let
that
goe
,
and
tell
me
how
you
doe
,
How
does
Will
Smalshankes
and
his
louely
bride
,
Th.
Introth
you
make
me
blush
,
I
should
haue
ask't
,
His
health
of
you
,
but
tis
not
yet
to
late
.
Bou.
Nay
good
sir
Throat
forbeare
your
quillets
now
,
Thr.
By
Heauen
I
deale
most
plaine
,
I
saw
him
not
,
Since
last
I
tooke
his
Morgage
.
Bou.
Sir
be
not
nyce
,
(
Yet
I
must
needs
herein
commend
your
loue
)
To
let
me
see
him
;
for
know
I
know
him
wed
,
And
that
a
stole
away
Sommerfields
heire
,
Therefore
suspect
me
not
I
am
his
friend
,
Thr.
How
wed
to
ritch
Sommerfields
onely
heyre
,
Is
old
Sommerfield
dead
?
Bou.
Do
you
make
it
strang
?
Thr.
By
heauen
I
know
it
nor
.
Bou.
Then
am
I
greeued
.
I
spake
so
much
(
but
that
I
know
you
loue
him
.
And
is
reseru'd
for
grose
and
hungry
stomackes
.
Bou.
You
much
mistake
me
.
Taff.
Come
in
faith
you
do
:
And
let
me
tell
you
thats
but
ceremony
,
For
though
the
Pye
bee
broken
vp
before
,
Yet
sayes
the
prouerbe
,
the
deeper
is
the
sweeter
.
I
should
intreat
your
secresie
sir
,
fare
you
well
.
Thro.
Nay
good
sir
stay
,
if
ought
you
can
disclose
Of
Maister
Smale-shankes
good
,
let
me
pertake
,
And
make
me
glad
in
knowing
his
good
hap
.
Bou.
You
much
indeere
him
sir
,
and
from
your
loue
,
I
dare
presume
you
make
your selfe
a
fortune
If
his
fayre
hopes
proceede
.
Thr.
Say
on
good
sir
.
Bou.
You
will
be
secret
.
Thr.
Or
be
my
tongue
torne
out
.
Bouch.
Measure
for
a
Lawyer
,
but
to
the
poynt
Has
stole
Somerfields
heyre
hether
a
brings
her
As
to
a
man
on
whom
a
may
rely
His
life
and
fortunes
:
you
hath
a
named
Already
for
the
Steward
of
his
lands
,
To
keepe
his
Courts
,
and
to
collect
his
rent
,
To
let
out
Leases
and
to
rayse
his
fines
,
Nothing
that
may
,
or
loue
,
or
profit
bring
,
But
you
are
named
the
man
.
Thr.
I
am
his
slaue
And
bound
vnto
his
noble
curtesie
-
Euen
with
my
life
,
I
euer
said
a
would
thriue
,
And
I
protest
I
kept
his
forfeit
morgage
,
To
let
him
know
what
tis
to
liue
in
want
.
Bour.
I
thinke
no
lesse
,
one
word
more
in
priuate
.
Con.
Good
Maister
Dash
shall
I
put
you
now
a
case
.
Dash.
Speake
on
good
Maister
Page
.
Con.
Then
thus
it
is
,
Suppose
I
am
a
Page
,
he
is
my
Maister
,
My
Maister
goes
to
bed
and
cannot
tell
What
monei's
in
his
hose
,
I
ere
next
day
Haue
filcht
out
some
,
what
action
lies
for
this
.
Dash.
An
action
boy
,
cald
firking
the
Posteriors
,
With
vs
your
action
sildome
comes
in
question
:
For
that
tis
knowne
that
most
of
your
Gallants
Are
sildome
so
well
stor'd
,
that
they
forget
What
mone'is
in
theyr
hose
,
but
if
they
haue
,
There
is
noe
other
helpe
then
sweare
the
page
And
put
him
to
his
oath
.
Con,
Then
fecks-law
,
Dost
thinke
that
he
has
conscience
to
steale
,
Has
not
a
conscience
likewise
to
deny
.
Then
hange
him
vp
ifayth
.
Bou.
I
must
meete
him
,
Thr.
Commend
me
to
them
,
come
when
they
will
,
My
dores
stand
open
and
all
within
is
theirs
And
though
Ramme
stinks
with
Cookes
and
ale
,
Yet
say
thers
many
a
worthy
lawyers
chamber
,
Buts
vpon
Rame-alley
,
I
haue
still
an
open
throte
,
If
ought
I
haue
which
may
procure
his
good
,
Bid
him
command
,
I
,
though
it
be
my
blod
.
Ex.
Actus
Secundi
.
Scena
Prima
.
Enter
Oliuer
Smaleshanke
,
Thomas
Smale
Shanke
.
S.
Oli.
Is
this
the
place
you
were
appoynted
to
meete
him
.
Tho.
S.
Soe
Boutcher
sent
me
word
.
Si.
O.
I
find
it
true
,
That
wine
,
good
newes
,
and
a
young
holsome
wentch
Chere
vp
an
old
mans
bloud
,
I
tel
thee
boy
,
I
am
right
harty
glad
,
to
heare
thy
brother
;
Hath
got
so
great
an
heire
;
now
were
my selfe
,
So
well
bestowed
I
should
reioyce
ifaith
.
Th.
S.
I
hope
you
shall
doe
well
.
S.O.
No
doubt
,
no
doubt
.
A
sirra
has
a borne
the
wentch
away
,
My
sonne
ifaith
,
my
very
sonne
ifaith
,
When
I
was
young
and
had
an
able
backe
,
And
wore
the
brissell
on
my
vpper
lipe
,
In
good
Decorum
I
had
as
good
conuayance
,
And
could
haue
ferd
,
and
ferkt
y'away
a
wench
,
As
soone
as
eare
a
man
a liue
;
tut
boy
,
I
had
my
winks
,
my
becks
treads
on
the
toe
,
Wrings
by
the
fingers
,
smyles
and
other
quirkes
,
Noe
Courtier
like
me
,
your
Courtiers
all
are
fooles
,
To
that
which
I
could
doe
,
I
could
haue
done
it
boy
.
Euen
to
a
hare
,
and
that
some
Ladies
knowe
,
Th.
S.
Sir
I
am
glad
this
match
may
reconcile
,
Your
loue
vnto
my
brother
.
Si.
O.
Tis
more
then
soe
.
Ile
seeme
offended
still
though
I
am
glad
,
Enter
Willian
Smals-shanke
Francis
,
Beard
booted
.
Has
got
rich
Sommer-fields
heyre
.
Wi.
S.
Come
wench
of
gold
,
For
thou
shalt
get
me
gold
,
besides
od
ends
Of
siluer
:
weele
purchase
house
and
land
,
By
thy
bare
gettings
,
wentch
,
by
thy
bare
gettings
,
How
saiest
Lieftenant-Beard
,
does
she
not
looke
Like
a
wentch
newly
stole
from
a
window
?
Bea.
Exceeding
well
she
carries
it
by
Ioue
;
And
if
she
can
forbeare
her
Rampant
tricke
,
And
but
hold
close
a
while
twill
take
by
Mars
.
Fra.
How
now
you
slaue
?
my
rampant
trickes
you
rogue
,
Nay
feare
not
me
my
onely
feare
is
still
,
Thy
filthy
face
betrayes
vs
,
for
all
men
know
,
Thy
nose
stands
compas
like
a
bow
,
Which
is
three
quarters
drawne
,
thy
head
.
Which
is
with
greasy
haire
ore-spred
,
And
being
vncurld
and
blacke
as
cole
,
Doth
show
some
Scullion
in
a
hole
Begot
thee
on
a
Gipsie
,
or
Thy
mother
was
some
Colliers
whore
My
rampant
tricks
you
rogue
,
thou't
be
descride
Before
our
plot
be
ended
.
W,
S.
What
should
descry
him
,
Vnlesse
it
be
his
nose
?
and
as
for
that
;
Thou
maist
protest
a
was
thy
fathers
butler
,
And
for
thy
loue
is
likewise
runne
away
,
Nay
sweet
Lieftenant
now
forbeare
to
puffe
,
And
let
the
brissells
of
thy
beard
growe
downe-ward
,
Reuerence
my
Punke
and
Pandarize
a
little
,
Thers
many
of
thy
ranke
that
doe
professe
it
,
Yet
hold
it
noe
disparagment
.
Bea.
I
shall
doe
,
What
fits
an
honest
man
.
Wi.
S.
Why
thats
enough
,
Foote
my
Father
and
the
goose
my
brother
,
Backe
you
two
.
Bea.
Backe
.
Wi.
S.
Retyer
sweet
Lieftenant
,
And
come
not
on
,
till
I
shall
waue
you
on
.
Si.
O.
Is
not
that
he
.
Th.
S.
Tis
he
.
Si.
O.
But
wheres
the
wentch
.
W.S.
It
shalbe
so
,
Ile
cheate
him
thats
flat
.
Sir
Ol.
You
are
well
met
,
know
yee
me
good
sir
,
Belike
you
thinke
I
haue
no
eyes
,
no
eares
,
No
nose
to
smell
,
and
winde
out
all
your
tricks
,
Y'haue
stole
Sir
Somerfields
heire
,
nay
we
can
finde
,
Your
wildest
paths
,
your
turnings
and
returnes
,
Your
traces
,
squats
,
the
insets
,
formes
and
holes
,
You
yongmen
vse
,
if
once
cursagest
wits
Be
set
a
hunting
,
are
you
now
crept
forth
,
Haue
you
hid
your
head
within
a
suburbe
hole
All
this
while
,
and
are
you
now
crept
forth
?
W.
S
'Tis
a
starke
lye
.
Sir.
Ol.
How
?
W.S.
who
told
you
so
did
lye
,
Foote
,
a
Gentleman
cannot
leaue
the
Citty
And
keepe
the
suburbs
to
take
a
little
Phisick
,
But
straite
some
slaue
will
say
he
hides
his
head
:
I
hide
my
head
within
a
Suburbe
hole
,
I
could
haue
holes
at
Court
to
hide
my
head
,
Were
I
but
so
disposd
.
Sir
Ol.
Thou
varlet
knaue
,
T'hast
stolne
away
Sir
Iohn
Somerfields
heire
,
But
neuer
looke
for
countenance
from
me
,
Carry
her
whether
thou
wilt
.
W.S.
Father
,
father
,
Zart
will
you
vndoe
your
posterity
.
Will
you
sir
vndoe
your
posterity
?
I
can
but
kill
my
brother
then
hang
my selfe
,
And
where
is
then
your
house
,
make
me
not
dispare
,
Foote
now
I
haue
got
a
wench
,
worth
by
the
yeare
Two
thousand
pound
and
vpwards
,
to
crosse
my
hopes
:
Would
ere
a
clowne
in
Christendom
doo't
but
you
.
Th.
S.
Good
Father
,
let
him
leaue
this
thundring
,
And
giue
him
grace
.
W.S.
Why
law
,
my
brother
knowes
Reason
,
and
what
an
honest
man
should
doe
.
S.
Ol.
Well
,
wheres
your
wife
.
W.S.
Shees
comming
here
behind
,
S.
Ol.
Ile
giue
her
some-what
,
though
I
loue
not
thee
.
W.S.
My
father
right
,
I
knew
you
could
not
hold
Out
long
with
a
woman
,
but
giue
some-thing
Worthy
your
gift
and
her
acceptance
father
,
This
chaine
were
excellent
by
this
good-light
,
Shee
shall
giue
you
as
good
if
once
her
lands
Enter
Frances
Beard
.
Come
to
my
fingring
.
S.O.
Peace
knaue
,
whats
she
your
wife
?
W.S.
That
shall
be
sir
.
S.
Ol
And
whats
he
.
W.S.
My
man
.
S.
Ol.
A
Ruffian
Knaue
a
is
.
W.S.
A
Ruffian
sir
,
By
heauen
,
as
tall
a
man
as
ere
drew
sword
,
Not
being
counted
of
the
damned
crew
,
A
was
her
fathers
Butler
,
his
name
is
Beard
,
Of
with
your
Maske
,
now
shall
you
finde
me
true
,
And
that
I
am
a
sonne
vnto
a
Knight
,
This
is
my
father
.
S.
Ol.
I
am
indeed
faire
maide
,
My
stile
is
Knight
:
come
let
me
kisse
your
lips
.
W.S.
That
kisse
shall
cost
your
chaine
.
S.O.
It
smacks
ifaith
,
I
must
commend
your
choise
.
Fra.
Sir
I
haue
giuen
A
longer
venture
then
true
modesty
Will
well
allow
,
or
your
more
grauer
witte
Commend
.
W.S.
I
dare
be
sworne
she
has
.
S.
Ol.
Not
so
,
The
foolish
knaue
ha's
beene
accounted
wilde
,
And
so
haue
I
,
but
I
am
now
come
home
,
And
so
will
he
.
Fra.
I
must
beleeue
it
now
.
W
S.
Beg
his
chaine
wench
.
Be.
Wil
you
cheat
your
father
?
W.S.
I
by
this
light
will
I
.
S.
Ol.
Nay
sigh
not
.
For
you
shall
finde
him
louing
and
me
thankfull
.
And
were
it
not
a
scandall
to
my
honour
,
To
be
consenting
to
my
sonnes
attempt
,
You
should
vnto
my
house
,
meane while
take
this
,
As
pledge
and
token
of
my
after
loue
:
How
long
since
dyed
your
father
.
W.S.
Some
six
weeks
since
.
We
cannot
stay
to
talke
,
for
slaues
pursue
,
I
haue
a
house
shall
lodge
vs
till
the
Priest
May
make
vs
sure
.
S.
Ol.
Well
sirra
,
loue
this
woman
,
And
when
you
are
man
and
wife
bring
her
to
me
,
Shee
shall
be
welcome
.
W.S.
I
humbly
thanke
you
sir
.
S.
Ol.
I
must
be
gone
,
I
must
a wooing
too
.
W.S.
Ioue
and
Priapus
speed
you
,
youle
returne
.
Exit
Sir
Oliuer
and
Thom
:
Small-shanke
.
Th.
S.
Instantly
.
W.S.
VVhy
this
came
cleanly
off
.
Giue
me
the
chaine
,
you
little
Cockatrice
,
VVhy
this
was
luck
,
foote
foure
hundred
crownes
Got
at
a
clap
,
hold
still
your
owne
you
whore
,
And
we
shall
thriue
.
Bea.
T'was
brauely
fetcht
about
.
W.S.
I
,
when
will
your
nose
and
beard
performe
as
much
.
Fra.
I
am
glad
he
is
gon
,
a
put
me
to
the
blush
When
a
did
aske
me
of
ritch
Somerfields
death
.
W
S.
And
tooke
not
I
my
q
:
wast
not
good
,
Did
I
not
bring
you
off
,
you
arrant
drab
,
Without
a
counterbuffe
?
looke
who
comes
heere
,
And
three
merry
men
,
and
three
merry
men
,
And
three
merry
men
bee
wee
a.
Enter
Boutcher
and
Constantia
.
Bou.
Still
in
this
vaine
,
I
haue
done
you
seruice
,
The
Lawyers
house
will
giue
you
entertainment
,
Bountifull
and
free
.
W.
S
O
nay
second
selfe
,
Come
let
me
busse
thy
beard
,
we
are
all
made
,
Why
are
so
melancholly
,
doost
want
money
?
Looke
heer's
gold
,
and
as
wee
passe
along
,
Ile
tell
thee
how
I
got
it
,
not
a
word
But
that
shee's
Somerfields
heyre
,
my
brother
Swallowes
it
with
more
ease
,
then
a
Dutchman
Does
flap-Dragons
:
a
comes
,
now
to
my
Lawyers
:
Enter
T.
Small-shanke
.
Kisse
my
wife
,
good
brother
;
shee
is
a
wench
Was
borne
to
make
vs
all
.
Th.
S.
I
hope
no
lesse
,
Yo'are
welcome
sister
into
these
our
parts
,
As
I
may
say
.
Fra.
Thankes
gentle
brother
.
W.
Come
now
to
Ram-alley
.
There
shalt
thou
lye
,
Till
I
prouide
a
Priest
.
Bou.
O
villany
!
I
thinke
a
will
gull
his
whole
generation
,
I
must
make
one
,
since
'tis
so
well
begun
,
Ile
not
forsake
him
,
till
his
hopes
be
wonne
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Throate
,
and
two
Cittizens
.
Thr.
Then
y'are
friends
.
Both
.
We
are
,
so
please
your
worship
.
Thr.
'Tis
well
,
I
am
glad
,
keepe
your
mony
,
for
law
Is
like
a
Butlers
box
:
while
you
two
striue
,
That
picks
vp
all
your
mony
,
you
are
friends
,
Both
.
We
are
so
please
you
,
both
perfit
friends
.
Th.
Why
so
,
Now
to
the
next
Tap-house
,
there
drinke
downe
this
,
And
by
the
opperation
of
the
third
pot
.
Quarrell
againe
,
and
come
to
mee
for
law
:
Fare
you
well
.
Both
.
The
Gods
conserne
your
wisdom
.
E.
Ci
Thr.
Why
so
,
these
are
tricks
of
the
long
fifteenes
,
To
giue
counsell
,
and
to
take
fees
on
both
sides
,
To
make
'em
friends
,
and
then
to
laugh
at
them
.
Why
this
thriues
well
,
this
is
a
common
trick
:
When
men
haue
spent
a
deale
of
mony
in
law
,
Then
Lawyers
make
them
friends
:
I
haue
a
trick
To
go
beyond
all
these
,
if
Small-shanke
come
And
bring
rich
Somerfields
heyre
,
I
say
no
more
,
But
'tis
within
this
skonse
to
goe
beyond
them
.
Enter
Dash
.
Das.
Here
are
Gentlemen
in
hast
would
speake
with
you
.
Thr.
What
are
they
?
Das.
I
cannot
know
them
sir
They
are
so
wrapt
in
Cloakes
.
Thr.
Haue
they
a
woman
?
Das.
Yes
sir
,
but
shee's
Maskt
,
and
in
her
riding
sute
.
Thr.
Goe
,
make
hast
,
bring
them
vp
with
reuerence
,
Oh
are
they
ifaith
,
has
brought
the
wealthy
heire
:
These
stooles
and
cushions
stand
not
handsomly
.
Enter
William
Smalshanke
,
Boutcher
.
Thomas
Smalshanke
,
Francis
,
and
Beard
.
W.
Blesse
thee
Throte
.
Thr.
Maister
Smalshanke
welcome
.
W.S.
Welcome
loue
,
kisse
this
Gentlewoman
,
Throte
.
Thr.
Your
worship
shall
command
me
.
WS.
Art
not
weary
.
Bou.
Can
you
blame
hir
since
she
has
rid
so
hard
?
Thr.
You
are
welcome
Gentlemen
.
—
Dash
.
Das.
Sir
.
Thr.
A
fire
in
the
great
chamber
,
quickly
.
W.
I
that's
well
said
,
we
are
almost
weary
,
But
Maister
Throte
,
if
any
come
to
inquire
For
me
,
my
brother
,
or
this
Gentlewoman
,
Wee
are
not
here
,
nor
haue
you
heard
of
vs
.
Thr.
Not
a
word
sir
,
heere
you
are
as
safe
As
in
your
fathers
house
,
T.S.
And
he
shall
thanke
you
.
W.S.
Th'art
not
merry
loue
,
good
maister
Throte
Bid
this
Gentlewoman
welcome
:
she
is
one
Of
whom
you
may
receiue
some
courtesie
In
time
.
Thr.
She
is
most
harty
welcome
,
VVilt
please
you
walke
into
another
roome
,
Where
is
both
bed
and
fire
,
W.
Sm.
I
,
I
,
that
that
Good
brother
lead
her
in
,
Maister
Throte
and
I
Will
follow
instantly
,
now
Maister
Throte
Exit
.
It
rests
within
your
power
to
pleasure
me
,
Know
that
this
same
is
sir
Iohn
Somerfields
Heire
,
Now
if
she
chance
to
question
what
I
am
,
Say
sonne
vnto
a
Lord
,
I
pray
thee
tell
her
I
haue
a
world
of
land
,
and
stand
in
hope
To
bee
created
Barron
,
for
I
protest
I
was
constrain'd
to
sweare
it
forty
times
And
yet
shee'le
scarce
beleeue
mee
.
Thro.
pauca
sapienti
,
Let
mee
alone
to
set
you
out
in
length
And
breadth
:
W.
Sm.
I
prethee
doo't
effectually
:
Shat
haue
a
quarter
share
by
this
good
light
,
In
all
she
has
,
I
prethee
forget
not
To
tell
her
the
Smal-shankes
haue
beene
dancers
,
Tilters
,
and
very
antient
Courtiers
,
And
in
request
at
Court
since
sir
Iohn
Short-hose
With
his
long
silke
stockings
was
beheaded
,
Wilt
thou
do
this
?
Thro.
Referre
it
to
my
care
.
W.
Sm.
Excellent
,
Ile
but
shift
my
bootes
,
and
then
Goe
seeke
a
Priest
,
this
night
I
will
bee
shure
,
If
we
bee
shure
,
it
cannot
be
vndone
,
Can
it
Maister
Throte
?
Thr.
O
sir
not
possible
:
You
haue
many
Presidents
and
booke
Cases
for't
,
Bee
you
but
shure
and
then
let
mee
alone
.
Viuat
Rex
,
currat
Lex
and
Ile
defend
you
.
W.
Sm.
Nay
then
hang
care
,
come
lets
in
.
Thr.
A
ha
,
Haue
you
stole
her
,
fallere
fallentem
non
est
fraus
.
Exit
.
W.
S
,
It
shall
goe
hard
but
I
will
strippe
you
boy
.
You
stole
the
wench
,
but
I
must
her
inioy
.
Exit
Enter
Mistris
Taffata
,
Adriana
,
below
.
Come
Adriana
,
tell
me
what
thou
think'st
,
I
am
tickled
with
conceit
of
marriage
,
And
whom
think'st
thou
(
for
mee
)
the
fittest
husband
What
saist
thou
to
yong
Bouchor
.
Adri.
A
pretty
fellow
But
that
his
back
is
weake
,
Taff.
What
dost
thou
say
To
Throte
the
Lawier
?
Adri.
I
like
that
well
,
Were
the
Rogue
a
Lawyer
,
but
he
is
none
,
He
neuer
was
of
any
Inne-of-court
;
But
Inne
of
Chancery
,
where
a
was
knowne
,
But
onely
for
a
swaggering
whyfler
,
To
keepe
out
rogues
,
and
prentises
,
I
saw
him
,
When
a
was
stockt
for
stealing
the
cookes
fees
.
A
Lawyer
I
could
like
,
for
tis
a
thing
,
Vsed
by
you
Cittizens
wiues
,
your
husbands
dead
;
To
get
French-hoods
you
straight
must
Lawyers
wed
,
Taf.
What
saist
thou
then
to
Nimble
Sir
Oliu.
Smal-shanck
Adr.
Faith
he
must
hit
the
haire
:
a
fellow
fit
,
To
make
a
pritty
Cuckold
:
take
an
old
man
,
Tis
now
the
newest
fashion
,
better
be
An
old
mans
darling
,
then
a
young
mans
warling
,
Take
me
the
old
briske
Knight
,
the
foole
is
rich
,
And
wilbe
strong
enough
to
father
children
,
Though
,
not
to
get
them
.
Taf.
Tis
true
he
is
the
man
,
Yet
will
I
beare
some
dozen
more
in
hand
,
And
make
them
all
my
gulls
.
Adr.
Mistris
stand
aside
.
Enter
Boutcher
,
and
Constantia
.
Young
Boutcher
comes
let
me
alone
to
touch
him
.
Bou.
This
is
the
house
.
Con.
And
thats
the
chambermaide
.
Bou.
Whers
the
widdow
gentle
Adriana
.
Adr.
The
widdow
sir
is
not
to
be
spooke
to
,
Bou.
Not
speake
to
,
I
must
speake
with
her
.
Adr.
Must
you
!
Come
you
with
authority
,
or
doe
you
come
To
sue
her
with
a
warrant
that
you
must
speake
with
her
.
Bou.
I
would
Intreat
it
.
Adr.
O
you
would
intreat
it
,
May
not
I
serue
your
turne
,
may
not
I
vnfold
,
Your
secrets
to
my
Mistris
,
loue
is
your
sute
,
Bou.
It
is
faire
creature
.
Adr.
And
why
did
you
fall
off
When
you
perceiued
my
mistris
was
so
cunning
,
D'you
thinke
she
is
still
the
same
.
Bou.
I
doe
.
Adr.
Why
so
,
I
tooke
you
for
a
nouice
;
and
I
must
thinke
,
You
know
not
yet
the
inwards
of
a
woman
,
Doe
you
not
know
that
women
are
like
fish
,
Which
must
be
strooke
when
they
are
prone
to
byte
,
Or
all
your
labours
lost
,
but
sir
walke
here
.
And
Ile
informe
my
Mistris
your
desires
.
Con.
Maister
Bou.
boy
.
Con.
come
not
you
for
loue
,
Bou.
I
do
boy
Con.
And
you
would
haue
the
widdow
.
Bo.
I
would
Con.
by
Ioue
I
neuer
saw
one
goe
about
his
busines
More
vntowardly
:
why
sir
,
doe
not
you
know
That
he
which
would
be
inward
with
the
Mistris
,
Must
make
a
way
first
through
the
waiting
mayde
?
If
youle
know
the
widdowes
affections
Feele
first
the
waiting
Gentle-woman
;
do
it
Maister
,
Some
halfe
a
dozen
kisses
were
not
lost
Vppon
this
Gentle-woman
,
for
you
must
know
These
wayting-maids
are
to
their
Mistresses
Like
Porches
vnto
doores
,
you
passe
the
one
Before
you
can
haue
entrance
at
the
other
:
Or
like
your
musterd
to
your
peece
of
brawne
,
If
youle
haue
one
tast
well
you
must
not
scorne
To
bee
dipping
in
the
other
,
I
tell
you
Maister
Tis
not
a
few
mens
tales
which
they
preferre
Vnto
their
Mistress
,
in
compasse
of
a
yeare
-
Be
ruld
by
me
,
vntrusse
your selfe
to
her
,
Out
with
all
your
loue-sicke
thoughts
to
her
,
Kisse
her
and
giue
her
an
angell
to
buy
pinnes
,
And
this
shall
sooner
winne
her
Mistris
loue
,
Then
all
your
protestations
,
sithes
and
teares
.
Enter
Taffata
,
Adriana
.
Here
they
come
;
to
her
bouldly
Maister
Doe
,
but
dally
not
,
thats
the
widdowes
phrase
,
Bou.
Most
worthy
fayre
such
is
the
power
of
loue
That
now
I
come
t'accept
your
proffered
grace
,
And
with
submissiue
thoughts
t'entreat
a
pardon
For
my
so
grose
neglect
.
Taff.
Theres
no
offence
,
My
mind
is
changed
.
Adr.
I
told
you
as
much
before
.
Con.
With
a
hey
passe
with
a
repasse
.
Bou.
Deerest
of
women
,
The
constant
vertue
of
your
nobler
mind
Speakes
in
your
lookes
:
Nor
can
you
entertaine
Both
loue
and
hate
at
once
.
Taff.
Tis
all
in
vaine
.
Adr.
You
striue
against
the
streame
.
Con.
Fee
the
waitingmaid
Maister
Bou.
Stand
thou
propitious
,
indeere
me
to
thy
loue
Boutcher
giues
Adriana
his
purse
secretly
.
Adr.
Deere
Mistresse
turne
to
this
Gentleman
,
I
protest
,
I
haue
some
feeling
of
his
constant
loue
,
Cast
him
not
away
,
trye
his
loue
.
Taf.
Why
sir
,
With
what
audatious
front
can
you
intreat
To
inioy
my
loue
,
which
yet
not
two
houres
since
,
You
scornfully
refusd
.
Con.
Wel
sare
the
waiting
maide
.
Bou.
My
fate
compeld
me
,
but
now
farewell
fond
feare
,
My
soule
,
my
life
,
my
lands
,
and
reputation
,
Ile
hazard
all
,
and
prize
them
all
beneath
thee
.
Taf.
Which
I
shall
put
to
tryall
,
lend
me
thy
eare
.
Ad.
Can
you
loue
boy
Co,
Yes
.
Ad.
What
or
whom
.
Co.
My
victuals
.
Adr.
A
pretty
knaue
,
ifaith
come
home
to night
,
Shalt
haue
a
posset
and
candi'd
Eringoes
,
A
bed
if
need
be
to
,
I
loue
a
life
,
To
play
with
such
Babounes
as
thou
.
Con.
Indeed
,
But
doost
thinke
the
widdow
wi'l
haue
my
maister
.
Adr.
Ile
tell
thee
then
,
wo't
come
.
Con.
I
wil
.
Ad.
Remember
.
Taf.
Will
you
performe
so
much
.
Bou.
Or
loose
my
bloud
.
Taf.
Make
him
subscribe
it
,
and
then
I
vow
,
By
sacred
Vestaes
euer
hallowed
fier
,
To
take
thee
to
my
bed
.
Bou.
Till
when
farewell
.
Exe.
Taf.
Hee's
worthy
loue
,
whose
vertues
most
excell
.
Adr.
Remember
,
what
ist
a
match
betwixt
you
Mistresse
?
Taf.
I
haue
set
the
foole
in
hope
,
ha's
vnder-tooke
To
rid
me
of
that
fleshy
Captaine
Face
,
Which
sweares
in
Tauernes
,
and
all
Ordinaries
,
I
am
his
lawfull
wife
:
hee
shall
allay
,
The
fury
of
the
Captaine
,
and
I
secure
,
Will
laugh
at
the
disgrace
they
both
indure
.
Ex
:
Enter
Throte
and
Francis
.
Thr.
Open
your
case
,
and
I
shall
soone
resolue
you
.
Fra.
But
will
you
do
it
truly
.
Thr.
As
I
am
honest
.
Fra.
This
Gentleman
whom
I
so
much
affect
,
I
scarsly
yet
doe
know
,
so
blind
is
loue
,
In
things
which
most
concernes
it
,
as
y'are
honest
Tell
me
his
birth
,
his
state
,
and
farthest
hopes
.
Thr.
He
is
my
friend
,
and
I
will
speake
him
truly
,
He
is
by
birth
,
sonne
to
a
foolish
Knight
,
His
present
state
I
thinke
will
be
the
prison
,
And
farthest
hope
to
be
baild
out
againe
,
By
sale
of
all
your
land
.
Fra.
O
mee
accurst
,
Has
a
no
credit
,
Lands
and
Mannors
.
Thr.
That
lands
he
has
lyes
in
a
faire
Church-yard
,
And
for
his
manners
,
they
are
so
rude
and
vilde
,
That
scarce
an
honest
man
will
keepe
him
company
.
Fra.
I
am
abus'd
,
coosned
,
and
deceiu'd
.
Thr.
Why
that's
his
occupation
,
hee
will
cheate
In
a
cloake
lin'd
with
Veluet
,
a
will
prate
Faster
then
fiue
Barbers
and
a
Taylor
,
Lye
faster
then
ten
Citty
occupiers
,
Or
cunning
tradesmen
:
goes
a
trust
In
euery
Tauerne
where
has
spent
a
fagot
,
Sweares
loue
to
euery
whore
,
squires
bawdes
,
And
takes
vp
houses
for
them
as
their
husband
.
A
is
a
man
I
loue
,
and
haue
done
much
To
bring
him
to
preferment
.
Fra.
Is
there
no
trust
,
No
honesty
in
men
.
Thr.
Faith
some
there
is
,
And
'tis
all
in
the
hands
of
vs
Lawyers
And
women
,
and
those
women
which
haue
it
,
Keepe
their
honesty
so
close
,
that
not
one
Amongst
a
hundred
is
perceiued
to
haue
it
.
Fra.
Good
sir
,
may
I
not
by
law
forsake
him
And
wed
another
,
though
my
word
be
past
To
be
his
wife
.
Thr.
O
questionlesse
you
may
,
You
haue
many
Presidents
and
booke-cases
for't
,
Nay
,
though
you
were
married
by
a
booke-case
,
Of
Milesimo
sexantesimo
,
&c.
You
may
forsake
your
husband
,
and
wed
another
,
Prouided
that
some
fault
be
in
the
husband
,
As
none
of
them
are
cleare
.
Fra.
I
am
resolu'd
,
I
will
not
wed
him
,
though
I
beg
my
bread
.
Thr.
All
that
I
haue
is
yours
,
and
were
I
worthy
To
be
your
husband
.
Fra.
I
thanke
you
sir
,
I
will
rather
wed
a
most
persidious
Redshanke
,
A
noted
Iewe
,
or
some
Mechanick
slaue
,
Then
let
him
ioy
my
sheets
.
Thr.
A
comes
,
a
comes
,
Enter
W
Smal.
Boutcher
,
T.
Smal.
Beard
.
W.S.
Now
my
Virago
,
'tis
done
,
all's
cock-sure
,
I
haue
a
Priest
will
mumble
vp
a
marriage
,
Without
bell
,
booke
,
or
candle
,
nimble
slaue
,
A
honest
Welsh-man
that
was
a
Taylor
,
But
now
is
made
a
Curate
.
Bea.
Nay
y'are
fitted
.
Bou.
Now
maister
Throte
.
T.S.
Where's
your
spirit
sister
?
W.S.
What
all
amort
?
whats
the
matter
?
do
you
here
?
Bou.
What's
the
reason
of
this
melancholly
?
Thr.
By
heauen
I
know
not
.
W.S.
Has
the
gudgin
bit
.
Fra.
He
has
beene
nibling
.
W.S.
Hold
him
to
it
wench
,
And
it
'twill
hit
by
heauen
:
why
art
so
sad
?
Foote
wench
we
will
be
married
to night
,
Weele
sup
at
th'Myter
,
and
from
thence
My
brother
and
we
three
will
to
the
Sauoy
,
Which
done
,
I
tell
thee
girle
,
weele
hand
ore
head
,
Goe
to't
pell mell
for
a
maiden-head
,
Come
yo'are
lusty
,
you
wenches
are
like
bells
,
You
giue
no
musick
,
till
you
feele
the
clapper
,
Come
Throte
a
tortch
,
we
must
be
gon
.
Fra.
Seruant
.
Ex.
Bea.
Mistris
.
Fra.
We
are
vndone
.
Bea.
Now
Ioue
forfend
.
Fra.
This
fellow
has
no
land
;
and
which
is
worse
,
Hee
has
no
credit
.
Bear.
How
are
we
outstript
,
Blowne
vp
by
wit
of
man
:
Let
vs
be
gone
Home
againe
,
home
againe
,
our
market
now
is
done
.
Fra.
That
were
too
great
a
scandall
.
Thr.
Most
true
,
Better
to
wed
another
then
to
returne
With
scandall
and
defame
;
wed
me
a
man
Whose
wealth
may
reconcile
your
mothers
loue
,
And
make
the
action
lawfull
.
Bea.
But
where's
the
man
?
I
like
your
councell
,
could
you
show
the
man
.
Thr.
My selfe
am
he
,
might
I
but
dare
aspyre
Vnto
so
high
a
Fortune
.
Bea.
Mistrisse
,
take
the
man
,
Shall
we
be
baffled
with
faire
promises
,
Or
shall
we
trudge
,
like
beggers
back
againe
,
No
,
take
this
wise
and
vertuous
man
,
Who
should
a
lose
his
legges
,
his
armes
,
his
eares
,
His
nose
,
and
all
his
other
members
,
Yer
if
his
tongue
be
left
'twill
get
his
liuing
,
Take
me
this
man
.
Thr.
Thankes
gentle
maister
Beard
.
Fra
'Tis
impossible
,
this
night
he
meanes
to
wed
mee
.
Thr.
If
not
by
law
,
we
will
with
power
preuent
it
,
So
you
but
giue
consent
.
Fra.
Lets
heere
the
meanes
.
Thr.
Ile
muster
vp
my
friends
,
and
thus
I
cast
it
,
Whilst
they
are
busie
,
you
and
I
will
hence
Directly
to
a
Chappell
,
where
a
Priest
Shall
knit
the
nuptiall
knot
ere
they
persue
vs
.
Bea
O
rare
inuention
,
Ile
act
my
part
,
A
owes
mee
thirteene
pound
,
I
say
no
more
,
But
there
be
catch-poles
:
speakest
a
match
.
Fra.
I
giue
my
liking
.
Thr.
Dash
.
Das.
Sir
.
Thr.
Get
your
sword
And
me
my
buckler
,
nay
you
shall
know
We
are
Tam
marti
quam
mercurio
,
Bring
my
cloake
,
you
shall
thether
,
Ile
for
friends
,
Worship
and
wealth
the
Lawyers
state
attends
.
Dash
,
we
must
beare
some
braine
,
to
Saint
Iohns
streete
,
Goe
runne
,
flye
:
and
a farre
off
enquire
,
If
that
the
Lady
Somerfield
be
there
,
If
there
,
know
what
newes
,
and
meete
me
straite
At
the
Myter
doore
in
Fleet-streete
,
away
,
"
To
get
rich
wiues
,
men
must
not
vse
delay
.
Actus
3.
Scaena
1.
Enter
Sir
Oliuer
Smalshanke
,
Iustice
Tutchim
.
Iu.
Tu.
A
hunting
Sir
Oliuer
and
drye-foote
to
,
S.
Ol.
We
old
men
haue
our
cretchets
,
our
conundrums
,
Our
fegares
,
quirks
and
quibibles
,
As
well
as
youth
,
Iustice
Tutchim
I
goe
To
hunt
no
Buck
,
but
prick
a
lusty
Doe
,
I
go
in
truth
a wooing
.
I.
Tu.
Then
ride
with
me
,
Ile
bring
you
to
my
sister
Somerfield
.
S.
Ol.
Iustice
not
so
:
by
her
there
hangs
a
Tale
.
I.
Tu.
That's
true
indeed
.
S.
Ol.
She
ha's
a
daughter
.
I.
Tu.
And
what
of
that
.
S.
Ol.
I
likewise
haue
a
sonne
,
A
villanous
Boy
,
his
father
vp
and
downe
,
What
should
I
say
,
these
Veluet
bearded
boyes
,
Will
still
be
doing
,
say
what
we
old
men
can
,
I.
Tu.
And
what
of
this
Sir
Oliuer
,
be
plaine
,
S.
Oli.
A
nimble
spirited
knaue
,
the
villaine
boy
,
Has
one
tricke
of
his
sier
,
has
got
the
wench
.
Stolne
your
ritch
Sisters
heire
.
I.
Tu.
Somer-fields
heire
,
S.
Ol.
Has
done
the
deed
,
has
peirst
the
vessells
head
,
And
knowes
by
this
the
vintage
.
I.
Tu.
when
should
this
be
,
Si.
Ol.
As
I
am
by
my
councell
well
informed
,
This
very
day
,
I.
Tu.
Tut
It
cannot
be
,
Some
ten
miles
hence
I
saw
the
maid
last
night
.
S.
Ol
,
Maides
may
be
maides
to night
and
not
to morrow
.
Women
are
free
and
sell
their
maiden-heads
,
As
men
sell
cloth
,
by
yard
and
handfull
,
But
if
you
chaunce
to
see
your
Sister
widdow
,
Comfort
her
teares
and
say
her
daughters
matcht
,
With
one
that
has
a
knocker
to
his
Father
,
An
honest
Noble
Knight
.
I.
Tu.
Stand
close
Knight
,
close
,
And
marke
this
Captaines
humor
,
his
name
is
Puffe
,
A
dreames
as
a
walkes
,
and
thinkes
no
woman
Enter
Captaine
Puffe
.
Sees
him
but
is
in
loue
with
him
.
Pu.
Twere
braue
,
If
some
great
Lady
,
through
a
window
spide
me
,
And
straight
should
loue
me
,
say
she
should
send
,
5000
pound
vnto
my
Lodging
,
And
craue
my
company
:
with
that
mony
,
I
would
make
three
seuerall
cloakes
,
and
line
them
With
blacke
,
Crimson
,
and
Tawny
three
pyl'd
veluet
,
I
would
eate
at
Chares
Ordinary
,
and
dice
At
Antonies
:
then
would
I
keepe
my
whore
,
In
beaten
veluet
and
,
haue
two
slaues
to
tend
her
.
Si.
Ol.
Ha
ha
ha
.
Puf.
What
my
case
of
Iustices
,
What
are
you
eaues-dropping
or
doe
you
thinke
,
Your
tawny
coates
with
gresie
facings
here
,
Shall
carry
it
?
Sir
Oliuer
Smal-shankes
,
Know
my
name
is
Puffe
,
Knight
,
thee
haue
I
sought
,
To
fright
thee
from
thy
wits
.
I.
Tu.
Nay
good
Sir
Puffe
,
We
haue
to
many
mad
men
already
,
Pu.
How
?
I
tell
thee
Iustice
Tuchim
,
not
all
Thy
Baylifes
,
Sergants
busie
Constables
,
Defesants
,
warrants
,
or
thy
Mittimusses
,
Shall
saue
his
throte
from
cutting
if
he
presume
,
To
woe
the
widdow
eclipped
Tafata
,
Shee
is
my
wife
by
oth
.
Therefore
take
heed
,
Let
me
not
catch
thee
in
the
widdowes
house
,
If
I
doe
,
Ile
picke
thy
head
vpon
my
sword
,
And
pisse
in
thy
very
visnomy
,
beware
,
beware
.
Come
there
no
more
,
a
Captains
word
,
Flies
not
so
feirce
as
doth
his
fatall
sword
,
Exit
Puffe
.
Si.
O.
How
like
you
this
,
shall
we
indure
this
thunder
,
Or
goe
no
further
.
I.
Tu.
We
will
on
Sir
Oliuer
,
We
will
on
,
let
me
aloue
to
touchim
,
I
wounder
how
my
spirit
did
forbeare
,
To
strike
him
on
the
face
:
had
this
beene
spoke
,
Within
my
Liberties
,
had
dyed
for
it
.
Enter
Cap.
Puffe
.
Si.
Ol.
I
was
about
to
draw
.
Pu.
If
you
come
there
,
Thy
beard
shall
serue
to
stuffe
,
those
balls
by
which
I
get
me
heat
at
Tenice
.
I
Tu.
Is
he
gon
.
Exit
Puffe
.
I
would
a
durst
a
stood
to
this
awhile
,
Well
I
shall
catch
him
in
a
narrow
rome
,
Where
neither
of
vs
can
flinch
;
If
I
do
,
Ile
make
him
daunce
a
trenchmoor
to
my
sword
,
Come
Ile
along
with
you
to
the
widdow
.
We
will
not
be
out-braued
,
take
my
word
,
Weele
not
be
wronged
while
I
can
draw
a
sword
.
Exit
.
Enter
Throte
and
other
Gentlemen
.
Thr.
Let
the
Cotch
stay
at
Showlane
end
:
be
ready
,
Let
the
boote
stand
open
,
and
when
she's
in
:
Hurry
towards
Saint
Gyles
in
the
field
,
As
if
the
Diuell
himselfe
were
wagoner
,
Now
for
an
arme
of
oake
,
and
heart
of
steele
,
To
bare
away
the
wench
,
to
get
a
wife
,
A
gentlewoman
,
a
maid
,
nay
which
is
more
,
An
honest
maid
,
and
which
is
most
of
all
,
A
rich
and
honest
maid
:
O
Ioue
Ioue
!
For
a
man
to
wed
such
a
wife
as
this
,
Is
to
dwell
in
the
very
suburbs
of
Heauen
,
1.
Gen.
Is
she
so
exquesite
.
Thr.
Sir
she
is
rich
And
a
great
heire
.
2.
Gen.
Tis
the
more
dangerous
,
Thr.
Dangerous
?
Lord
where
be
those
gallant
spirits
,
The
time
has
beene
when
scarce
an
honest
woman
,
Much
lesse
a
wench
could
passe
an
Inn
of
court
,
But
some
of
the
fry
would
haue
bene
doing
With
her
:
I
knew
the
day
when
Shreds
a
Taylor
Comming
once
late
by
an
Inne
of
Chancerie
,
Was
layd
along
,
and
muffled
in
his
cloake
,
His
wife
tooke
in
,
Stytcht
vp
,
turnd
out
againe
,
And
he
perswaded
all
was
but
in
iest
,
Tut
those
braue
boyes
are
gone
,
these
which
are
left
,
Are
wary
lads
,
liue
poring
on
their
bookes
,
And
giue
their
lynnen
to
their
landresses
,
By
tayle
,
they
now
can
saue
their
pursses
,
I
knew
when
euery
gallant
had
his
man
.
But
now
a
twelpenny
weekely
Landresse
,
Will
serue
the
turne
to
halfe
a
dosen
of
them
,
Enter
Dash
.
Here
comes
my
man
,
what
newes
.
Das.
As
you
would
wish
.
The
Lady
Somer-field
is
come
to
towne
,
Her
horses
yet
are
walking
,
and
her
men
say
,
Her
onely
daughter
,
is
conuayd
away
,
Noe
man
knowes
how
:
now
to
it
mast
,
You
and
your
Seruant
Dash
are
made
for
euer
If
you
but
sticke
to
it
now
.
Thr.
Gentlemen
,
Now
show
your selues
at
full
,
and
not
a
man
,
But
shares
a
fortune
with
me
if
I
speed
.
Enter
William
Smal-shanke
Boutcher
.
Thomas
Smal-shanke
,
Francis
and
Bear
.
with
a
torch
.
1.
Gen.
Tut
feare
not
vs
be
shure
you
runne
away
,
And
weele
performe
the
quarrell
.
Thr.
Stand
close
,
they
come
,
W.
Art
sure
he
wilbe
here
Fr.
Most
sure
.
W.
Beard
.
Be
.
Sir
.
W.
Beare
vp
the
torch
,
and
keepe
your
way
apace
Directly
to
the
Sauoy
.
Th.
S.
Haue
you
a
Lycence
,
Looke
to
that
brother
before
you
marry
,
For
feare
the
Parson
loose
his
benifice
.
Wi.
S.
Tut
our
Curat
craues
no
lycence
,
a
sweres
His
liuing
cam
to
him
by
a
miracle
,
Bou.
How
by
miracle
?
Wi.
S.
Why
a
paid
nothing
fort
,
A
swares
that
few
be
free
from
Symony
,
But
onely
welchmen
,
and
those
a
sayes
to
,
Are
but
mountayne
Priests
.
Bou.
But
hang
him
foole
he
lies
,
Whats
his
reason
?
Wi.
S.
His
reason
is
this
,
That
all
their
liuings
are
so
rude
and
bare
,
That
not
a
man
,
will
venter
his
damnation
By
giuing
mony
for
them
:
a
does
protest
,
There
is
but
two
paire
,
of
hoose
,
and
shooes
,
In
all
his
Parish
.
1
,
Gen.
Hold
vp
your
light
Sir
.
Bea.
Shall
I
be
taught
how
to
aduance
my
torch
,
W.S.
Whats
the
matter
Leiftenant
.
2.
Ge.
Your
Lieftenants
an
asse
.
Bea.
How
an
asse
;
die
men
like
dogs
.
W,
S.
hold
gentlemen
.
Bea.
An
asse
,
an
asse
.
Th.
S.
Hold
brother
hold
,
Lieftenant
.
Put
vp
as
you
are
men
,
your
wife
is
gonne
.
W.
Gone
.
Bou.
Gone
.
W.S.
How
,
which
way
?
this
is
some
plot
,
T.S.
Downe
toward
Fleete
bridge
.
All
.
Follow
,
follow
,
follow
.
Ex
.
1.
Gen.
So
has
the
wentch
let
vs
persue
a
loofe
,
And
see
the
euent
,
this
will
proue
good
mirth
,
When
things
vnshapde
shall
haue
a
perfit
birth
.
Exit
.
Enter
W.
Smal-shancke
Boucher
,
Thom.
Smal.
and
Beard
,
their
swords
drawne
.
W.
Tis
a
thing
vnpossible
,
they
should
be
gon
Thus
far
and
we
not
see
them
.
T.S.
Vpon
my
life
.
They
went
in
by
the
Grey-hound
,
and
so
strooke
,
Into
Bridewell
.
Bou.
What
should
she
make
there
;
T.S.
Take
water
at
the
docke
.
Bea.
Water
at
Docke
,
A
fico
for
her
Docke
,
youle
not
be
ruld
.
Youle
stil
be
obstinate
,
Ile
pawne
my
fate
,
She
tooke
a
long
shew-lane
,
and
so
went
home
,
W.S.
Home
.
Bea.
I
home
;
how
could
shee
chose
but
go
,
Seeing
so
many
naked
tooles
at
once
,
Drawne
in
the
streete
?
T.S.
What
scuruy
lucke
was
this
,
W.S.
Come
we
will
find
her
,
or
weele
fire
the
Suburbs
,
Put
vp
your
tooles
,
letts
first
along
show-lane
,
Then
straite
vp
Holborne
,
If
we
find
her
not
;
Weele
thence
direct
to
Throtes
,
if
she
be
lost
I
am
vndone
and
all
your
hopes
are
crost
.
Exit
.
Enter
Sir
Oliuer
Smaleshankes
,
Iustice
Tutchim
,
Mistris
Tafata
,
Adriana
.
Sir
Ol.
Widdow
I
must
be
short
.
Iu.
Tu.
Sir
Oliuer
,
Will
you
shame
your selfe
,
ha
?
You
must
be
short
,
Why
what
a
word
was
that
to
tell
a
widdow
?
Sir
Ol.
I
ment
I
must
be
breefe
.
Iu.
Tut.
Why
say
so
then
,
Yet
thats
almost
as
ill
;
go
to
,
speake
on
.
Sir
Ol.
Widdow
I
must
be
breefe
,
what
old
men
doe
,
They
must
doe
quickly
.
Taf.
Then
good
sir
do
it
,
Widdowes
are
sildome
slow
to
put
men
to
it
.
Sir
Ol.
And
old
men
know
their
q's
,
my
Loue
you
knowe
,
Has
beene
protested
long
,
and
now
I
come
To
make
my
latest
tender
,
an
old
growne
oake
Can
keepe
you
from
the
raine
,
and
stands
as
fayre
And
portly
as
the
best
.
Taf.
Yet
search
him
well
,
And
wee
shall
find
no
pithe
or
hearty
Timber
To
vnderlay
a
building
.
Iu.
Tu.
I
would
that
Oake
Had
beene
a
fire
:
Forward
good
sir
Oliuer
,
Your
Oake
is
naught
:
sticke
not
too
much
to
that
.
Sir
Ol.
If
you
can
like
,
you
shall
be
Ladified
,
Liue
at
the
court
,
and
soone
bee
got
with
child
,
What
do
you
thinke
we
old
men
can
do
nothing
?
Iu
:
Tut
:
This
was
somewhat
like
:
Sir
Ol.
You
shall
haue
Iewels
,
A
Baboone
,
Parrat
,
and
an
Izeland
Dog
,
And
I
my selfe
to
beare
you
company
.
Your
Ioynter
is
fiue
hundred
pound
by
yeere
,
Besides
your
Plate
,
your
Chaines
and
houshould
stuffe
,
When
enuious
fate
shall
change
this
mortall
life
.
Taf.
But
shall
I
not
be
ouer-cloyde
with
loue
?
Will
you
nor
be
too
busie
shall
I
keepe
My
chamber
by
the
moneth
,
if
I
bee
pleas'd
To
take
Physick
,
to
send
for
Visitants
,
To
haue
my
maide
read
Amadis
de
Gaule
,
Or
Donzel
del
Phoebo
to
me
?
shall
I
haue
A
Carotch
of
the
last
edition
,
The
Coatch-mans
seate
a
good
way
from
the
Coatch
,
That
if
some
other
Ladies
and
my selfe
Chance
to
talke
bawdy
,
he
may
not
ouer-heare
vs
.
S.
Ol.
All
this
and
more
.
Taf.
Shall
we
haue
two
chambers
?
And
will
you
not
presume
vnto
my
bed
,
Till
I
shall
call
you
by
my
waiting
maide
.
S.
Ol.
Not
I
by
heauen
.
Taf.
And
when
I
send
her
,
Will
you
not
intice
her
to
your
lust
,
Nor
tumble
her
before
you
come
to
me
.
Adr.
Nay
let
him
do
his
worst
,
make
your
match
sure
,
And
feare
not
me
,
I
neuer
yet
did
feare
Any
thing
my
maister
could
doe
to
mee
.
Knock
.
Taf.
What
noyse
is
that
,
goe
see
Adriana
,
And
bring
me
word
:
I
am
so
haunted
With
a
swaggering
Captaine
,
that
sweares
God
blesse
vs
Like
a
very
Tarmagant
,
a
Raskall
knaue
,
Enter
Adr.
That
saies
he
will
kill
all
men
which
seekes
to
wed
me
.
Adr.
O
Mistrisse
!
Captaine
Puffe
halfe
drunke
,
is
now
Comming
vp
staires
.
S.
Ol.
O
God
haue
you
no
roome
Beyond
this
Chamber
,
has
sworne
to
kill
me
,
And
pisse
in
my
very
visnomy
,
Taf.
What
are
you
afraid
Sir
Oliuer
?
S.
Ol
Not
affraid
,
But
of
all
men
I
loue
not
to
meddle
with
a
Drunkard
:
Haue
you
any
Rome
backwards
.
Taf.
None
Sir
.
Iu.
Tu.
Is
there
nere
a
Trunke
or
Cubbert
for
him
,
Is
there
nere
a
hole
backwards
to
hide
him
in
.
Cap.
Pu.
I
must
speake
with
her
.
S.
Ol.
O
God
a
comes
.
Adr.
Creepe
vnder
my
Mistrisse
Farthingale
Knight
,
That's
the
best
and
safest
place
in
the
Chamber
.
I.
Tu.
I
there
,
there
,
that
he
will
neuer
mistrust
.
Adr.
Enter
Knight
,
keepe
close
,
gather
your selfe
Round
like
a
Hedge-hog
stirre
not
what ere
you
neere
,
See
or
smell
Knight
,
God
blesse
vs
,
here
a
comes
.
Ent.
C.
Puff
.
Ca.
Pu.
Blesse
thee
widdow
and
wife
.
Taf.
Sir
get
you
gon
.
Leaue
my
house
,
or
I
will
haue
you
coniur'd
With
such
a
spell
,
you
neuer
yet
haue
heard
of
,
Haue
you
no
other
place
to
vent
your
froth
,
But
in
my
house
,
is
this
the
fittest
place
,
Your
Captaineship
can
find
to
puff
in
:
ha
!
Ca
Pu.
How
,
am
I
not
thy
spouse
,
didst
thou
not
say
,
These
armes
should
clip
thy
naked
body
fast
,
Betwixt
two
linnen
sheetes
,
and
be
sole
Lord
Of
all
thy
pewter
worke
,
thy
word
is
past
,
And
know
that
man
is
powder
,
dust
,
and
earth
,
That
shall
once
dare
to
thinke
thee
for
his
wife
.
Taf.
How
now
you
slaue
,
one
call
the
Constable
.
C.
Puf.
No
Constable
with
all
his
Holberteeres
,
Dare
once
aduance
his
head
,
or
peepe
vp
staires
,
If
I
crye
but
keepe
downe
:
haue
I
not
liu'd
,
And
marched
on
the
sieged
walles
,
In
thunder
,
lightning
,
raine
,
and
snow
,
And
eake
in
shotte
of
powdered
balls
,
Whose
costly
markes
are
yet
to
show
?
Taf.
Captaine
Face
,
for
my
last
husbands
sake
,
With
whom
you
were
familiarly
acquainted
,
I
am
content
to
winke
at
these
rude
tricks
,
But
hence
,
trouble
me
no
more
,
if
you
doe
,
I
shall
lay
you
fast
,
where
you
shall
see
No
Sunne
or
Moone
.
C
,
Puf.
Nor
yet
the
Northen
Pole
,
A
fico
for
the
Sunne
and
Moone
,
let
me
liue
in
a
hole
,
So
these
two
starres
may
shine
.
Taf.
Sir
,
get
you
gon
,
You
swaggering
,
cheating
,
Turne-bul-streete
roague
,
Or
I
will
hale
you
to
the
common-Iayle
,
Where
Lyce
shall
eate
you
.
C.
Pu.
Go
to
,
I
shall
spurne
And
slash
your
petti-coate
.
Taf.
Runne
to
the
Counter
,
Fetch
me
a
red-bearded
Sargeant
,
Ile
make
You
Captaine
thinke
the
Deuill
of
hell
is
come
To
fetch
you
,
if
hee
once
fasten
on
you
.
C.
Pu.
Dambe
thee
&
thy
Sergeants
,
thou
Mercers
Punke
.
Thus
will
I
kick
thee
and
thy
Farthingales
.
S.
Ol.
Hold
Captaine
.
C
Pu.
What
do
you
cast
your
whelps
.
What
haue
I
found
you
sir
?
haue
not
I
plast
My
Sakers
,
Culuerings
,
Demi-culuerings
,
My
Cannons
,
Demi-cannons
,
Basilisks
,
Vpon
her
breatch
,
and
do
I
not
stand
,
Ready
with
my
Pike
to
make
my
entry
,
And
are
you
come
to
man
her
?
S.
Ol.
Good
Captaine
hold
.
C.
Pu.
Are
not
her
Bulwarkes
Parrapets
,
Trenches
,
Scarfes
,
Counter-scarfes
,
Fortifications
,
Curtaines
,
Shaddowes
,
Mines
,
Counter-mines
,
Rampires
,
Forts
,
Ditches
,
Workes
,
Water-workes
,
And
is
not
her
halfe-moone
mine
,
and
do
you
bring
A
rescue
good-man
Knight
Taf.
Call
vp
my
men
,
Enter
2.
or
3.
with
clubs
.
Where
be
these
knaues
,
haue
they
no
ears
or
hearts
,
Beate
hence
this
rascall
,
some
other
fetch
a
warrant
,
Ile
teach
him
know
himselfe
.
I.
Tu.
Downe
with
the
slaue
.
S.
Ol.
'Tis
not
your
beard
shall
cary
it
,
down
with
the
rogue
.
C.
Pu.
Not
Hercules
gainst
twenty
.
I.
Tu.
A
sirra
,
Ex
:
Face
I
knew
my
hands
no
longer
could
forbeare
him
,
Why
did
you
not
strike
the
Knaue
,
sir
Oliuer
?
S.
Ol.
Why
so
I
did
.
I.
Tu.
But
then
it
was
too
late
.
S.
Ol.
What
would
you
haue
me
do
when
I
was
downe
,
And
hee
stood
thundring
with
his
weapon
drawne
,
Enter
Adriana
.
Ready
to
cut
my
throte
.
Adr.
The
roague
is
gon
,
And
heer's
one
from
the
Lady
Somerfield
,
To
intreat
you
come
with
all
the
speed
you
can
,
To
Saint
Iohns
streete
.
I.
Tu.
Which
I
wil
do
.
Taf.
Gentlemen
I
am
sorry
you
should
be
thus
disturbed
Within
my
house
,
but
now
all
feare
is
past
,
You
are
most
welcome
:
supper
ended
,
Ile
giue
a
gratious
answer
to
your
sute
,
Meane while
let
nought
dismay
,
or
keepe
you
mute
.
Ex.
Enter
Throte
,
Francis
,
and
Dash
.
Thr.
Pay
the
Coatch-man
Dash
,
pay
him
well
,
And
thanke
him
for
his
speed
.
Now
Viuat
Rex
,
The
knot
is
knit
,
which
not
the
law
it selfe
,
With
all
his
Hydra
heads
and
strongest
nerues
,
Is
able
to
disioyne
:
Now
let
him
hang
,
Fret
out
his
guts
,
and
sweare
the
starres
from
Heauen
,
A
neuer
shall
enioy
you
,
you
shall
be
rich
.
Your
Lady
mother
this
day
came
to
towne
In
your
pursute
:
wee
will
but
shift
some
ragges
,
And
straite
goe
take
her
blessing
.
Fra.
That
must
not
be
,
Furnish
me
with
Iewels
,
and
then
my selfe
,
Attended
by
you
man
and
honest
Beard
,
Will
thether
first
,
and
with
my
Lady
mother
Craue
a
peace
for
you
.
Thr.
I
like
that
well
,
Her
anger
some-what
calm'd
,
I
brisk
and
fine
,
Some
halfe
houre
after
will
present
my selfe
As
sonne
in
law
vnto
her
,
which
she
must
needs
Accept
with
gratious
lookes
.
Fra.
I
when
shee
knowes
Before
by
me
,
from
what
an
eminent
plague
Your
wisdome
has
preseru'd
me
.
Thr.
I
,
that
,
that
,
That
will
strike
it
dead
:
but
heere
comes
Beard
.
Enter
Beard
.
Bea
What
are
you
sure
,
tide
fast
by
heart
and
hand
.
Thr.
I
now
do
call
her
wife
,
she
now
is
mine
,
Seald
and
deliuered
by
an
honest
Priest
,
At
Saint
Giles
in
the
field
.
Bea.
God
giue
you
ioy
sir
.
Thr.
But
where's
mad
Smal-shanke
.
Bea
O
hard
at
hand
,
And
almost
mad
with
losse
of
his
faire
bride
,
Let
not
my
louely
Mistresse
bee
seene
,
And
see
if
you
can
draw
him
to
compound
For
all
his
title
to
her
,
I
haue
Sargiants
Ready
to
do
the
feate
,
when
time
shall
serue
.
Thr.
Stand
you
aside
deere
loue
nay
I
will
firke
My
silly
nouice
,
as
he
was
neuer
firkt
Since
Midwiues
bound
his
noddle
:
heere
they
come
.
Enter
W.
Smallsh
.
Th.
Smalsh
.
and
Boucher
.
W.
O
Maister
Throte
,
vnlesse
you
speake
good
newes
,
My
hopes
are
crost
,
and
I
vndone
for
euer
.
Thr.
I
neuer
thought
you'd
come
to
other
end
,
Your
courses
haue
beene
alwayes
so
prophane
,
Extrauagant
and
base
.
W.
Nay
good
sir
heare
?
Did
not
my
loue
returne
?
came
she
not
hether
,
For
Ioues
loue
speake
.
Thr.
Sir
will
you
get
you
gon
,
And
seeke
your
loue
elsewhere
;
for
know
my
house
Is
not
to
entertaine
such
customers
As
you
and
your
comrades
.
W.
Is
the
man
mad
,
Or
drunke
,
why
Maister
Throte
know
you
to
whom
You
talke
so
sawcily
?
Thr.
Why
vnto
you
,
And
to
your
brother
Smale-shaneks
,
will
you
be
gon
?
Bou.
Nay
good
sir
hold
vs
not
in
this
suspence
,
Answere
directly
,
came
not
the
Virgin
hether
.
Thr.
Will
you
be
gon
directly
,
are
you
mad
?
Come
you
to
seeke
a
Virgin
in
Ram-alley
Soe
neere
an
Inne
of
Court
,
and
amongst
Cookes
,
Ale-men
and
Landresses
,
why
are
you
fooles
?
W
Sm.
Sir
leaue
this
firck
of
law
,
or
by
this
light
Ile
giue
your
throte
a
slit
,
came
she
not
hether
?
Answere
to
that
poynt
.
Thr.
What
,
haue
you
lost
her
?
Come
doe
not
gull
your
frinds
.
W.
Sm.
By
heauen
she's
gon
Vnlesse
she
be
return'd
since
wee
last
left
you
.
Thr.
Nay
then
I
cry
you
mercy
,
she
came
not
hether
As'am
an
honest
man
:
Ist
possible
A
maid
so
louely
,
fayre
,
so
well
demeand
,
Should
be
tooke
from
you
?
what
from
you
three
?
So
yong
,
so
braue
and
valliant
Gentlemen
?
Sure
it
cannot
bee
.
T.
Sm.
A
fore
God
tis
true
.
W.
Sm.
To
our
pepetuall
shames
tis
now
too
true
.
Thr.
Is
she
not
left
behind
you
in
the
Tauerne
?
Are
you
shure
you
brought
her
out
?
were
you
not
drunke
And
so
forgot
her
?
W.
Sm.
A
pox
on
all
such
luck
,
I
will
find
her
,
or
by
this
good
light
Ile
fire
all
the
Citty
,
come
let's
goe
,
Who euer
has
her
shall
not
long
enioy
her
,
Ile
proue
a
contract
,
lets
walke
the
round
,
Ile
haue
her
if
shee
keepe
aboue
the
ground
.
Exit
.
Thr.
Ha
ha
ha
,
a
makes
me
sport
.
ifaith
The
gull
is
mad
,
starke
mad
,
Dash
draw
the
bond
And
a
release
of
all
his
interest
In
this
my
loued
wife
,
Bea.
I
be
sure
of
that
,
For
I
haue
certaine
gobblins
in
buffe
Ierkins
Enter
with
the
Sargeants
.
Lye
in
ambuscado
for
him
.
Off.
I
arrest
you
sir
:
W.
Sm.
Reskue
,
resku
.
Th.
O
he
is
caught
.
W.
Sm.
Ile
giue
you
baile
Hang
off
honest
catch-poles
M.
Thr.
good
,
wise
,
Learned
,
and
honest
maister
Throte
,
now
,
now
,
Now
or
neuer
helpe
me
..
Thro.
Whats
the
matter
?
W.
Sm.
Here
are
two
retainers
,
hangers
on
sir
,
Which
will
consume
more
then
ten
liueries
,
If
by
your
meanes
they
be
not
straite
shooke
off
:
I
am
arrested
.
Thr.
Arested
?
what's
the
summe
?
W.S.
But
thirteene
pound
,
due
to
Beard
the
Butler
,
Do
but
baile
me
,
and
I
will
saue
you
harmelesse
.
Thr,
Why
heer's
the
end
of
Ryot
,
I
know
the
law
,
If
you
be
baild
by
me
,
the
debt
is
mine
,
Which
I
will
vndertake
.
W.S.
Law
there
;
Roagues
,
Foote
I
know
hee
would
not
let
me
want
For
thirteene
pounds
.
Thr.
Prouided
,
you
seale
a
release
,
Of
all
your
claime
to
Mistresse
Somerfield
.
W.S.
Sergeants
doe
your
kinde
,
hale
me
to
the
hole
,
Seale
a
release
,
Sargeants
come
,
to
prison
,
Seale
a
release
for
Mistrisse
Somerfield
,
First
I
will
stinck
in
Iayle
,
be
eate
with
Lyce
,
Indure
an
obiect
worse
then
the
Deuill
himselfe
,
And
that's
ten
Sergeants
peeping
through
the
grates
Vpon
my
lowsie
linnen
,
come
to
Iayle
,
Foote
a
release
.
T.S.
Ther's
no
conscience
in
it
.
Bou.
'Tis
a
demand
vncharitable
.
Thr.
Nay
choose
.
Fra.
I
can
hold
no
longer
,
impudent
man
.
W.S.
My
wife
,
foote
my
wife
,
let
me
go
Sergiants
.
Fra.
O
thou
perfidious
man
darst
thou
presume
To
call
her
wife
,
whom
thou
so
much
hast
wrong'd
,
What
conquest
hast
thou
got
,
to
wrong
a
maide
,
A
silly
harmelesse
maide
?
what
glory
ist
That
thou
hast
thus
deceiued
a
simple
Virgin
,
And
brought
her
from
her
friends
?
what
honor
wast
For
thee
to
make
the
Butler
loose
his
office
And
runne
away
with
thee
.
Your
tricks
are
knowne
,
Didst
thou
not
sweare
thou
shouldst
be
Baroniz'd
?
And
hadst
both
lands
and
fortunes
?
both
which
thou
wantst
.
W.S.
Foote
that's
not
my
falt
,
I
would
haue
lands
If
I
could
get
em
.
Fra.
I
know
your
trick
:
,
And
know
I
now
am
wife
vnto
this
man
.
Omn.
How
?
Thr.
I
thanke
her
sir
,
she
has
now
voutchsaft
To
cast
her selfe
on
me
.
Fra.
Therefore
subscribe
,
Take
some-what
of
him
for
a
full
release
,
And
pray
to
God
to
make
you
an
honest
man
,
If
not
,
I
doe
protest
by
earth
and
Heauen
,
Although
I
starue
,
thou
neuer
shalt
inioy
me
.
Bea.
Her
vow
is
past
,
nor
will
she
breake
her
word
;
Looke
to
it
mitcher
.
Fra.
I
hope
a
will
compound
.
W.
S
Foote
shall
I
giue
two
thousand
pound
a
yeare
For
nothing
.
T.S.
Brother
come
,
be
rul'd
by
me
,
Better
to
take
a
little
then
loose
all
.
Bou.
You
see
shee's
resolute
,
y'had
best
compound
.
W.S.
Ile
first
be
damn'd
ere
I
will
lose
my
right
,
Vnlesse
a
giue
me
vp
my
forfit
morgage
,
And
baile
me
of
this
action
.
Fra.
Sir
you
may
choose
,
What's
the
morgage
worth
?
W.S.
Lets
haue
no
whispering
.
Thr.
Some
forty
pounds
a
yeare
.
Fra.
Doe
it
,
doe
it
,
Come
you
shall
do
it
,
we
will
be
rid
of
him
At
any
rate
.
Thr.
Dash
,
go
fetch
his
morgage
,
See
that
your
friends
be
bound
,
you
shall
not
claime
Title
,
right
,
possession
in
part
or
whole
,
In
time
to
come
,
in
this
my
loued
wife
:
I
will
restore
the
morgage
,
pay
this
debt
,
And
set
you
free
.
W.S.
They
shall
not
.
Bou.
We
will
,
Come
draw
the
bonds
,
and
we
will
soone
subscribe
them
.
Enter
Dash
.
Thr.
They're
ready
drawne
;
here's
his
release
,
Sergiants
let
him
goe
.
Dash.
Here's
the
morgage
sir
.
W.S.
Was
euer
man
thus
cheated
of
a
wife
:
Is
this
my
morgage
.
Thr.
The
very
same
sir
.
W.S.
Well
I
will
subscribe
,
God
giue
you
ioy
,
Although
I
haue
but
little
cause
to
wish
it
,
My
heart
will
scarce
consent
vnto
my
hand
,
Tis
done
.
Thr.
You
giue
this
as
your
deeds
.
Omn.
We
doe
,
Thr.
Certifie
them
Dash
.
W.S.
What
am
I
free
.
Thr.
You
are
,
Sargeants
I
discharge
you
,
There's
your
fees
.
Bea.
Not
so
,
I
must
haue
money
.
Thr.
Ile
passe
my
word
.
Bea.
Foutrè
,
words
are
winde
,
I
say
I
must
haue
money
.
Thr.
How
much
sir
.
Bea.
Three
pounds
in
hand
,
and
all
the
rest
to morrow
.
Thr.
Ther's
your
summe
,
now
officers
begon
,
Each
take
his
way
,
I
must
to
Saint
Iohns
streete
,
And
see
my
Lady-mother
:
shee's
now
in
towne
,
And
we
to
her
shall
straite
present
our
duties
.
T.S.
O
Ioue
shall
we
loose
the
wench
thus
.
W.S.
Euen
thus
Throte
farewell
,
since
'tis
thy
luck
to
haue
her
,
I
still
shall
pray
,
you
long
may
liue
together
:
Now
each
to
his
affaires
.
Thr.
Good
night
to
all
,
Ex
:
Deare
wife
step
in
,
Beard
and
Dash
come
hether
:
Heere
take
this
money
:
goe
borrow
Iewels
Of
the
next
Gold-smith
:
Beard
take
thou
these
bookes
,
Goe
both
to
the
Broakers
in
Fetter
lane
,
Lay
them
in
pawne
for
a
Veluet
Ierken
And
a
double
Ruffe
,
tell
him
a
shall
haue
As
much
for
loane
to night
,
as
I
do
giue
Vsually
for
a
whole
circuit
,
which
done
You
two
shall
man
her
to
her
mothers
:
goe
,
Ex.
My
fate
lookes
big
;
me thinkes
I
see
already
,
Nineteene
gold
chaines
,
seauenteene
great
beards
,
and
ten
Reuerent
bald
heads
,
proclaime
my
way
before
me
,
My
Coatch
shall
now
go
prancing
through
Cheapside
,
And
not
be
forst
to
hurry
through
the
streetes
,
For
feare
of
Sargeants
:
nor
shall
I
need
to
trye
,
Whether
my
wel-graft
tumbling
foot-cloth
nag
,
Be
able
to
out-runne
a
wel-breath'd
Catchpole
,
I
now
in
pompe
will
ride
,
for
'tis
most
fit
,
Hee
should
haue
state
that
riseth
by
his
wit
.
Ex.
Actus
4.
Scaena
.
1.
Sir
Oliuer
,
Iustice
Tutchim
,
Taffata
,
Adriana
.
S.
Ol.
Good
meate
the
belly
fils
,
good
wine
the
braine
,
Women
please
men
,
men
pleasure
them
againe
,
Ka
me
,
ka
thee
,
one
thing
must
rub
another
,
English
loue
Scots
,
VVelshmen
loue
each
other
.
I.
Tu.
You
say
very
right
sir
Oliuer
,
very
right
,
I
haue't
in
my
noddle
ifaith
,
That's
all
the
fault
Old
Iustices
haue
,
when
they
are
at
feasts
,
They
wil
bib
hard
,
they
wilbe
fine
:
Sun-burnt
Sufficient
,
foxt
,
or
Columberd
now
and
than
,
Now
could
I
sit
in
my
charyre
at
home
and
nod
A
drunkard
to
the
stocks
,
by
vertue
of
,
The
last
statute
rarely
.
Taf.
Sir
you
are
merry
,
I.
Tu.
I
am
indeed
.
Taf.
Your
supper
sir
was
light
.
But
I
hope
you
thinke
you
welcome
.
I.
Tu.
I
doe
,
A
light
supper
quoth
you
,
pray
God
it
be
,
Pray
god
I
carry
it
cleanly
,
I
am
shure
it
lies
,
As
heauy
in
my
belly
as
moult
lead
,
Yet
lle
goe
see
my
Sister
Sommerfield
,
Si.
O.
So
late
good
Iustice
.
I.
Tu.
I
euen
so
late
,
Night
is
the
mother
of
wit
,
as
you
may
see
,
By
Poets
or
rather
Cunstables
In
their
examinations
at
midnight
,
Weele
lie
together
without
marrying
,
Saue
the
Curats
fees
,
and
the
parish
a
labour
,
Tis
a
thriuing
course
.
S.
Ol.
That
may
not
be
,
For
excomunications
then
will
flee
.
I.
Tu.
Thats
true
,
they
fly
indeed
like
wild-geese
,
In
flocks
,
one
in
the
breech
of
another
.
But
the
best
is
a
small
matter
stayes
them
,
And
so
farwell
.
S.O.
Farwell
good
Iustice
Tutchim
,
Exit
.
Alasse
good
gentleman
his
braines
are
erased
,
But
let
that
passe
:
speake
widdow
ist
a
match
,
Shall
we
clap
it
vp
.
Adr.
Nay
if't
come
to
clapping
,
Good
night
ifaith
Mistris
looke
before
you
,
Theres
nothing
more
dangerous
to
maide
or
widdow
,
Then
suddaine
clapings
vp
;
nothing
has
spoyld
,
So
many
proper
ladies
as
clappings
vp
:
Your
shittill-cocke
,
striding
from
tables
to
ground
,
Onely
to
try
the
strength
of
the
backe
,
Your
riding
a
hunting
,
I
though
they
fall
,
With
their
heels
vpward
,
and
lay
as
if
They
were
taking
the
height
,
of
some
high
starre
With
a
crosse
staffe
:
noe
nor
your
iumlings
In
horsslitters
,
coatches
or
caroatches
,
Haue
spoyld
so
many
women
as
clappings
vp
,
Si.
Ol.
Why
then
weele
chop
it
vp
.
Taf.
Thats
not
alowed
.
Vnlesse
you
were
sonne
to
a
welch
Curate
:
But
faith
sir
Knight
I
haue
a
kind
of
itching
,
To
be
a
Lady
,
that
I
can
tell
you
woes
,
And
can
perswade
with
better
rethorick
,
Then
oathes
,
wit
,
welth
,
valour
,
lands
,
or
person
,
I
haue
some
debts
at
court
,
and
marrying
you
,
I
hope
the
Courtier
will
not
sticke
to
pay
me
,
Si.
Ol.
Neuer
feare
thy
payment
.
This
I
will
say
,
For
Courtiers
theyle
be
shure
to
pay
each
other
,
How ere
they
deale
with
Cittizens
.
Ta.
Then
heres
my
hand
,
I
am
your
wife
condition
we
be
ioynd
,
Before
to
morrows
sunne
.
Si.
O.
Nay
euen
to night
,
So
you
be
pleas'd
with
little
warning
widdow
,
We
old
men
can
be
ready
,
and
thou
shalt
see
,
Before
the
time
that
chanticlere
,
Shall
call
and
tell
the
day
is
neere
,
When
wentches
lying
on
their
backs
,
Receiue
with
ioy
their
loue-stolne
smacks
,
When
maids
awak't
from
their
first
sleepe
,
Deceiu'd
with
dreames
begin
to
weepe
,
And
thinke
if
dreames
,
sutch
pleasures
know
,
What
sport
the
substance
them
would
show
,
When
Ladies
gin
white
Lymmes
to
spred
,
Her
loue
but
new
stolne
to
her
bed
,
His
cotten
showes
yet
scarce
put
off
,
And
deares
not
laugh
,
speake
,
sneze
,
or
cough
,
When
precise
dames
begin
to
thinke
,
Why
their
grose
souring
husbands
stincke
,
What
pleasure
twere
then
to
inioy
,
A
nimble
vickar
,
or
a
boy
.
Before
this
time
thou
shalt
behold
,
Me
quaffing
out
our
brydall
bole
.
Adr.
Then
belike
before
the
morning
Sunne
You
wil
be
coupled
.
Taf.
Yes
faith
Adriana
,
Adr.
Well
I
will
looke
you
shall
haue
a
cleane
smocke
,
Prouided
that
you
pay
the
fee
Sir
Oliuer
,
Since
my
Mistris
sir
will
be
a
Lady
,
Ile
loose
no
fees
due
to
the
wayting
maid
.
S.
Ol.
Why
is
there
a
fee
belonging
to
it
.
Adr.
A
Knight
and
neuer
heard
of
smocke
fees
,
I
would
I
had
the
monopoly
of
them
,
So
there
were
no
impost
set
vpon
them
:
Enter
W.
Sm.
S.
Ol.
Whom
haue
wee
heere
what
my
mad-headed
sonne
What
makes
he
here
so
late
?
say
I
am
gone
,
And
I
the
whilest
will
step
behind
the
hangings
.
W.S.
God
Blesse
thee
parcell
of
mans
flesh
,
Ta.
How
sir
.
W.
Why
parcell
of
mans
flesh
art
not
a
woman
?
But
widdow
whers
the
old
stinkerd
my
father
,
They
say
widdow
you
dance
altogether
.
After
his
pipe
.
Ta.
What
then
.
W.S.
Thar't
a
foole
,
Ile
assure
thee
theres
no
musick
in
it
.
Ta.
Can
you
play
better
.
W.
Better
widdow
?
Bloud
dost
thinke
I
haue
not
learnt
my
pricke
song
,
What
not
the
court
pricksong
?
one
vp
and
another
downe
,
Why
I
haue't
to
a
hare
by
this
light
.
I
hope
thou
louest
him
not
.
Ta.
Ile
marry
him
sir
,
W.
How
marry
him
,
foote
art
mad
widdow
,
Woot
marry
an
old
crased
man
,
With
meager
lookes
,
with
visage
wan
,
With
littell
legs
and
cryncled
thies
,
With
Chapfalne
gummes
and
deepe
sunke
eyes
,
Why
a
dog
seazd
on
ten
daies
by
death
Stinkes
nor
so
loathsome
as
his
breath
,
Nor
can
a
citty
common
iaques
,
Which
all
mens
Breeches
vndertakes
,
Yeeld
fasting
stomakes
such
a
fauour
.
As
doth
his
breath
,
and
vgly
fauour
.
S.O.
Rogue
,
Adr.
Thats
all
one
sir
she
meanes
to
be
a
Lady
,
W.
Does
she
so
,
and
thou
must
be
her
waiting
woman
.
Faith
thou
wilt
make
a
fine
dainty
creature
,
To
sit
at
a
chamber
doore
and
looke
fleas
,
In
thy
Ladies
dog
while
she
is
showing
,
Some
slippery
britcht
Courtier
rare
faces
,
In
a
by
window
,
foote
widdow
,
Marry
me
a
young
and
compleate
gallant
,
Taf.
How
a
compleat
gallant
?
what
?
a
fellow
,
With
a
hat
tuck't
vp
behind
,
and
what
we
vse
,
About
our
hips
to
keepe
our
coates
from
dabling
,
He
weares
about
his
neeke
,
a
farthingale
:
A
standing
coller
to
keepe
his
neate
band
cleane
,
The
whilst
his
shirt
does
stinke
,
and
is
more
foule
,
Then
an
in
of
chancery
table
cloth
,
His
breeches
must
be
pleyted
as
if
a
had
Some
thirty
pockets
,
when
one
poore
halpeny
purse
,
Will
carry
all
his
treasure
,
his
knees
all
points
,
As
if
his
legs
and
hammes
were
tyde
together
,
A
fellow
that
has
noe
inside
,
but
prates
By
roate
,
as
players
,
and
parrotts
vse
to
doe
,
And
to
define
a
compleat
gallant
right
,
A
mercer
form'd
him
,
a
taylor
made
him
,
And
a
player
giues
him
spright
,
Wi.
Sm.
Why
so
,
in
my
conscience
to
be
a
Countesse
,
Thou
wouldst
marry
a
hedg-hog
:
I
must
confesse
,
Tis
state
to
haue
a
coxe-combe
kisse
your
hands
,
While
yet
the
chamberly
is
scarse
wypte
off
,
To
haue
an
vpright
vsher
march
before
you
,
Bare
headed
in
a
Tuftafata
ierkin
Maide
of
your
old
cast
gowne
,
shewes
passing
well
,
But
when
you
feele
your
husbands
pulses
,
thats
hell
,
Then
you
fly
out
and
bid
straite
smockes
farwell
,
Taf,
I
hope
sir
what ere
our
husbands
be
,
We
may
be
honest
.
W.
May
be
;
nay
y'are
,
Women
and
honesty
are
as
neere
alyde
,
As
parsons
liues
are
to
their
doctrines
,
One
and
the
same
:
but
widdow
now
be
ruld
,
I
hope
the
heauens
will
giue
thee
better
grace
,
Then
to
accept
the
father
and
I
yet
liue
,
To
be
bestowed
,
if
you
wed
the
stinckerd
,
You
shall
find
the
tale
of
Tantalus
To
be
noe
fable
widdow
.
Si.
Ol.
How
I
sweate
,
I
can
hold
noe
longer
,
degenerate
bastard
,
I
here
disclayme
thee
,
casheere
thee
,
nay
more
,
I
disinherit
thee
both
of
my
loue
.
And
liuing
,
get
thee
a
gray
cloake
and
hat
And
walke
in
Paules
amongst
thy
casheerd
mates
As
malancholly
as
the
best
:
Taf.
Come
not
neere
me
,
I
forbid
the
my
house
,
my
out-houses
,
My
Garden
,
Orchard
,
and
my
backe-side
,
Thou
shalt
not
harbor
neere
me
.
Sir
Ol.
Nay
to
thy
greefe
,
Know
varlet
I
will
be
wed
this
morning
,
Thou
shalt
not
bee
there
,
nor
once
be
grac'd
With
a
peece
of
Rosemary
:
Ile
casheere
thee
,
Do
not
reply
,
I
will
not
stay
to
heare
thee
.
Exit
.
W.
Sm
:
Now
may
I
goe
put
me
on
a
cleane
shirt
And
hang
my selfe
,
foot
who
would
haue
thought
The
Foxe
had
earth'd
so
neere
me
;
whats
to
bee
done
?
What
miracle
shall
I
now
vndertake
To
winne
respectiue
grace
with
God
and
men
?
What
if
I
turn'd
Courtier
and
liu'd
honest
?
Sure
that
would
do
it
:
I
dare
not
walke
the
streets
,
For
I
dwindle
at
a
Sargeant
in
buffe
Almost
as
much
as
a
new
Player
does
At
a
plague
bill
certified
forty
:
Well
I
like
this
widdow
,
a
lusty
plumpe
drab
Has
substance
both
in
bretch
and
purse
,
And
pitty
and
sinne
it
were
she
should
be
wed
To
a
furd
cloacke
and
a
night-cap
.
Ile
haue
her
,
This
widdow
I
will
haue
:
her
money
Shall
pay
my
debts
and
set
me
vp
againe
,
Tis
heere
,
tis
almost
forg'd
,
which
if
it
take
,
The
world
shall
praise
my
wit
,
admire
my
fate
.
Exit
.
Enter
Beard
,
Dash
,
Francis
,
Sargeant
,
Drawers
.
Bea.
Sargeants
beware
,
be
sure
you
not
mistake
,
For
If
you
do
.
Dash.
She
shall
be
quickly
bayld
:
She
shal
Corpus
cum
causa
be
remou'd
,
Your
action
entred
first
below
,
`shall
shrincke
,
And
you
shall
find
sir
Sargeant
she
has
friends
Will
sticke
to
her
in
the
common
place
.
Sar.
Sir
Will
you
procure
her
bayle
:
Bea.
She
shall
be
baylde
,
Drawer
bring
vp
some
wine
,
vse
her
well
,
Her
husband
is
a
Gentleman
of
sort
Sa.
A
Gentleman
of
sort
,
why
what
care
I
:
A
woman
of
her
fashion
shall
find
More
kindnesse
at
a
lusty
Sargeants
hand
Then
ten
of
your
Gentlemen
of
sort
.
Dash.
Sir
vse
her
well
,
shee's
wife
to
Maister
Throte
:
Sar.
Ile
vse
her
sir
as
if
she
were
my
wife
,
Would
you
haue
any
more
.
Bea.
Drinke
vppon
that
Whil'st
wee
go
fetch
her
bayle
.
Dash
,
fellow
Dash
,
With
all
the
speed
thou
hast
runne
for
our
Maister
,
Make
hast
least
hee
be
gone
before
thou
comest
,
To
Ladie
Somerfields
:
Ile
fetch
another
,
She
shall
haue
baile
.
Dash.
And
a
firking
writte
Of
false
imprisonment
,
she
shall
be
sure
Of
twelue-pence
damage
,
and
fiue
and
twenty
pound
For
sutes
in
law
:
Ile
goe
fetch
my
Maister
.
Exit
.
Bea.
And
I
another
:
Sar.
Drawer
leaue
the
Roome
Heere
Mistris
a
health
:
Fra
:
Let
it
come
sweet
Rogue
.
Dra:
I
,
say
you
soe
:
then
must
I
haue
an
eye
,
These
Sargeants
feede
on
very
good
reuersions
,
On
Capons
,
Teales
,
and
sometimes
on
a
Wodcock
Hot
from
the
shrieues
owne
table
,
the
knaues
feed
well
Which
makes
them
horrid
letchers
.
Fra.
This
health
is
pledgd
And
honest
Sargeant
how
does
maister
Gripe
The
Drawer
stands
aside
.
The
keeper
of
the
Counter
,
I
do
protest
I
found
him
alwayes
fauorable
to
mee
,
A
is
an
honest
man
,
has
often
stood
to
me
,
And
beene
my
friend
and
let
me
goe
a
trust
For
victuall
when
a
denied
it
knights
:
but
come
,
Lets
pay
and
then
begon
,
th'arrest
you
know
Was
but
a
trick
to
get
from
nimble
Dash
My
husbands
man
:
Sar.
True
but
I
haue
an
action
At
sure
of
Mistrisse
,
Sel-smocke
,
your
quandam
Baude
,
The
summe
is
eyght
good
pound
,
for
six
weekes
board
,
And
fiue
weekes
loane
for
a
red
Tafata
gowne
Bound
with
a
siluer
lace
:
Fra.
I
doe
protest
,
By
all
the
honesty
twixt
thee
and
mee
,
I
got
her
in
that
gowne
in
sixe
weekes
space
Foure
pound
and
foureteene
pence
giuen
by
a
Clarke
Of
an
Inne
of
Chancerie
,
that
night
I
came
Out
of
her
house
,
and
does
the
filthy
Iade
Send
to
me
for
money
?
but
honest
Sergeant
,
Let
me
go
,
and
say
thou
didst
not
see
me
,
Ile
doe
thee
as
great
a
pleasure
shortly
.
Sar.
Shall
we
imbrace
to night
.
Fra.
With
all
my
heart
.
Ser.
Sit
on
my
knee
and
kisse
,
Enter
Beard
,
Bea.
What
news
boy
?
why
stand
you
Centinell
?
Dra.
Do
but
conceale
your selfe
,
and
we
shall
catch
My
Sergeant
napping
.
Bea.
Shall
maides
be
heere
deflowred
,
Sar.
Now
kisse
againe
.
Draw.
Now
,
now
.
Enter
Cap.
and
seeing
the
hurly burly
,
runs
away
.
Bea.
Deflower
virgins
,
rogue
?
auant
ye
slaue
,
Are
maides
fit
subiects
for
a
Sargeants
mace
.
So
now
are
we
once
more
free
:
ther's
for
the
wine
.
Ex.
Ser.
Now
to
our
Randeuow
:
three
pounds
in
gold
These
stops
containe
;
weele
quaffe
in
Venice
glasses
,
And
sweare
some
Lawyers
are
but
silly
Asses
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Captaine
Face
.
Cap.
Is
the
coast
cleare
,
are
these
combustions
ceast
,
And
may
we
drinke
Canary
sack
in
peace
?
Shall
we
haue
no
attendance
heere
you
rogues
,
Where
be
these
raskals
that
skip
vp
and
downe
,
Faster
then
Virginall
iacks
?
drawers
.
Dra.
Sir
.
Cap.
On
whom
waite
you
sir
rogue
?
Dra.
Faith
Captaine
I
attend
a
conuenticle
of
Players
.
Ca.
How
players
,
what
is
there
ere
a
Cuckold
among
them
?
Dra.
Ioue
defend
else
,
it
stands
with
pollicie
,
That
one
should
be
a
notorious
Cuckold
,
If
it
be
but
for
the
better
keeping
The
rest
of
his
company
together
.
Cap.
When
did
you
see
sir
Theophrastus
Slop
,
The
Citty
Dog-maister
?
Dra.
Not
to day
sir
.
Cap.
What
haue
you
for
my
supper
.
Dra.
Nothing
ready
Vnlesse
you
please
to
stay
the
dressing
Captaine
,
Cap.
Zownes
stay
the
dressing
;
you
damned
rogue
,
What
shall
I
waite
vpon
your
greasie
cooke
,
And
waite
his
leisure
,
goe
downe
staires
roague
,
Now
all
her
other
customers
be
seru'd
,
Aske
if
your
Mistresse
haue
a
snip
of
Mutton
Yet
left
for
me
.
Dra.
Yes
sir
.
Cap.
And
good-man
roague
See
what
good
thing
your
Kitchin-maide
has
left
For
me
to
worke
vpon
,
my
barrow-gutlings
grumble
And
would
haue
food
:
Say
now
the
Vintners
wife
Should
bring
me
vp
a
Pheasant
,
Partridge
,
Quaile
,
A
pleasant
banquet
,
and
extreamly
loue
me
,
Desire
me
to
eate
,
kisse
,
and
protest
,
I
should
pay
nothing
for
it
,
say
she
should
drinke
Her selfe
three
quarters
drunke
,
to
winne
my
loue
,
Then
giue
me
a
chaine
,
worth
some
three
score
pounds
,
Say
twere
worth
but
forty
,
say
but
twenty
,
For
Cittizens
do
sildome
in
their
wooing
,
Giue
aboue
twenty
pounds
:
say
then
'tis
twenty
,
Ile
goe
sell
some
fifteeene
pounds
worth
of
the
chaine
,
To
buy
some
clothes
,
and
shift
my
lowsie
linnen
,
And
weare
the
rest
as
a
perpetuall
fauour
,
About
my
arme
in
fashion
of
a
Bracelet
,
Say
then
her
husband
should
grow
iealious
,
Ide
make
him
drunke
,
and
then
Ile
Cuckold
him
,
But
then
a
Vintners
wife
,
some
Rogues
will
say
,
Which
sits
at
Barre
for
the
receit
of
custome
,
That
smels
of
chippings
and
of
broken
fish
,
Is
loue
to
Captaine
Face
,
which
to
preuent
,
Ile
neuer
come
but
when
her
best
stitcht
hat
,
Her
Bowgle
gowne
and
best
wrought
smock
is
on
,
Then
does
she
neither
smell
of
bread
,
of
meate
,
Or
drappings
of
the
tap
,
it
shall
be
so
.
Enter
Boutcher
,
W.
Smalshanke
,
and
Constantia
.
Bou.
Now
leaue
vs
boy
;
blesse
you
Captaine
Face
.
Cap.
Ile
haue
no
Musick
?
W.S.
Foot
doost
take
vs
for
fidlers
Cap.
Then
turne
straight
,
Drawer
runne
downe
the
stares
,
And
thanke
the
Gods
a
gaue
me
that
great
patience
Not
to
strike
you
.
Bou.
Your
patience
sir
is
great
,
For
you
dare
sildome
strike
.
Sirra
they
say
,
You
needs
will
wed
the
widdow
Taffata
,
Nolens
volens
.
Cap.
Doe
not
vrge
my
patience
,
Awake
not
furie
,
new
rakt
vp
in
embers
,
I
giue
you
leaue
to
liue
.
W.S.
Men
say
y'aue
tricks
,
Y'are
an
admirable
Ape
,
and
you
can
doe
More
feates
then
three
Babounes
,
we
must
haue
some
.
Cap.
My
patience
yet
is
great
,
I
say
be
gone
,
My
tricks
are
dangerous
.
Bou.
That's
nothing
,
I
haue
brought
you
furniture
,
come
get
vp
Vp
vpon
this
table
,
doe
your
feates
,
Or
I
will
whip
you
to
them
,
doe
not
I
know
You
are
a
lowsie
knaue
.
Cap.
How
?
Lowsie
knaue
,
Are
wee
not
English
bred
?
Bou.
Y'are
a
coward
Roague
,
That
dares
not
looke
a
Kitling
in
the
face
,
If
she
but
stare
or
mew
.
Cap.
My
patience
yet
is
great
:
Doe
you
bandie
troopes
,
by
Dis
I
will
be
Knight
,
Weare
a
blew
coate
on
great
Saint
Georges
day
,
And
with
my
fellowes
driue
you
all
from
Paules
For
this
attempt
.
Bou.
Will
you
yet
gee
vp
,
I
must
lash
you
to
it
,
Cap.
By
Pluto
,
Gentlemen
,
To
doe
you
pleasure
,
and
to
make
you
sport
,
Ile
do't
.
W.
Come
get
vp
then
quick
.
Bou.
Ile
dresse
you
sir
.
Cap.
By
Ioue
'tis
not
for
feare
,
But
for
a
loue
I
beare
vnto
these
tricks
,
That
I
performe
it
.
Bou.
Hold
vp
your
snout
sir
,
Sit
handsomly
,
by
heauen
,
sir
you
must
do
it
,
Come
boy
.
W.S.
No
by
this
good
light
,
Ile
play
Him
that
goes
with
the
motions
.
Dra
Wher's
the
Cap.
Gentlemen
?
W.S.
Stand
back
boy
,
and
be
a
spectator
,
Gentlemen
You
shall
see
the
strange
nature
of
an
out-landish
beast
,
That
ha's
but
two
legs
,
bearded
like
a
man
,
Nosd
like
a
Goose
,
and
toungd
like
a
woman
,
Lately
brought
from
the
land
of
Catita
,
A
beast
of
much
vnderstanding
,
were
it
not
giuen
Too
much
to
the
loue
of
Venery
:
do
I
not
do
it
well
?
Bou.
Admirably
.
W.
Remember
noble
Captaine
,
You
skip
when
I
shall
shake
my
whip
.
Now
sit
,
What
can
you
doe
for
the
great
Turke
?
What
can
you
doe
for
the
Pope
of
Rome
?
Harke
,
he
stirreth
not
,
he
moueth
not
,
he
waggeth
not
,
What
can
you
do
for
the
towne
of
Geneua
sirra
?
He
holds
vp
his
hands
insteed
of
praying
.
Con.
Sure
this
Baboune
is
a
great
Puritane
.
Bou.
Is
not
this
strange
.
W.S.
Not
a
whit
by
this
light
,
Bankes
his
horse
and
hee
were
taught
both
in
a
stable
.
Dr.
O
rare
.
Cap.
Zounes
Ile
first
be
dam'nd
,
shall
sport
Bee
laught
at
;
by
Dis
,
by
Pluto
,
and
great
Proserpine
,
My
fatall
blade
once
drawne
,
falls
but
with
death
,
Yet
if
youle
let
me
goe
,
I
vow
by
Ioue
,
No
widdow
,
maide
,
wife
,
punke
,
or
Cockatrice
,
Shall
make
me
haunt
your
goasts
.
Bou.
'Twill
not
serue
sir
,
You
must
shew
more
.
Cap.
Ile
first
be
hangd
and
damn'd
.
W.
Foote
can
a
iumpe
so
well
.
Bou.
Is
a
so
quick
?
I
hope
the
slaue
will
haunt
no
more
the
widdow
,
W.S.
As
for
that
take
no
care
,
for
by
this
light
Sheele
not
haue
thee
.
Bou.
Not
haue
me
?
W.S.
No
not
haue
thee
,
By
this
hand
,
flesh
,
and
bloud
,
she
is
resolu'd
To
make
my
father
a
most
fearefull
Cuckold
,
And
he's
resolu'd
to
saue
his
soule
by
her
.
Bou.
How
by
her
?
W.S.
Thus
,
all
old
men
which
marry
Young
wiues
,
shall
questionlesse
be
sau'd
,
For
while
th'are
young
,
they
keepe
other
mens
wiues
,
And
when
th'are
old
,
they
keepe
wiues
for
other
men
,
And
so
by
satisfaction
procure
saluation
.
Why
thou
deiected
taile
of
a
Crab
,
Does
not
the
faire
Constantia
Somerfield
Doate
on
thy
filthy
face
;
and
wilt
thou
wed
A
wanton
widdow
?
what
canst
thou
see
To
doate
on
her
.
Bou.
Onely
this
,
I
loue
her
.
W.S.
Doo'st
loue
her
then
,
take
a
purgation
,
For
loue
Ile
assure
thee
is
a
binder
:
Of
all
things
vnder
heauen
,
there's
no
fitter
parralells
then
a
Drunkard
and
a
Louer
:
for
a
drunkard
looses
his
sences
,
so
does
your
louer
;
your
drunkard
is
quarrelsome
,
so
is
your
louer
:
your
drunkard
will
sweare
,
lye
,
and
speake
great
words
,
so
will
your
louer
:
your
drunkard
is
most
desirous
of
his
letchery
,
and
so
is
your
louer
:
Well
the
night
growes
old
,
farewell
:
I
am
so
much
thy
friend
,
that
none
shall
bed
thee
,
While
faire
Constantia
is
resolu'd
to
wed
thee
.
Ex.
Enter
Thomas
Smal-shank
and
others
.
T.S.
Foote
shall
we
let
the
wentch
goe
thus
,
My
masters
now
show
your selues
Gentlemen
And
take
a
way
the
Lawiers
wife
;
Foote
though
I
haue
noe
wit
,
yet
I
can
,
Loue
a
wentch
and
choose
a
wife
,
Gen.
Why
sir
,
what
should
you
doe
with
a
wife
,
that
are
held
none
of
the
wisest
?
youle
get
none
but
fooles
.
Th.
S.
How
fooles
,
why
may
not
I
a
foole
get
a
wise
child
as
well
as
wise
men
get
fooles
:
all
lies
but
in
the
agillity
of
the
woman
:
introth
I
thinke
all
fooles
are
got
when
there
mothers
a sleepe
;
therefore
Ile
neuer
ly
with
my
wife
but
when
she
is
brawd
waking
,
stand
to't
honest
friends
,
knocke
downe
the
Lieftenant
and
then
hurry
the
wentch
to
Fleet-streete
,
there
my
father
and
I
will
this
morning
be
married
.
Enter
Beard
and
Francis
,
Gen.
Stand
close
they
come
.
Bea.
By
Ioue
the
night
growes
darke
and
Luna
lookes
,
As
if
this
hower
some
fifty
cuckolds
were
making
,
Then
let
vs
trudge
.
Gen.
Downe
with
'em
,
downe
with
them
,
away
with
her
Maister
Smal-shankes
to
Fleetestreet
,
goe
the
Curate
there
staies
for
you
.
Bea.
And
stayes
the
Curat
.
Whats
here
knockt
downe
,
and
blud
of
men
let
out
,
Must
men
in
darkenesse
bleed
,
then
Erebus
looke
big
,
And
Boreas
blow
the
fire
of
all
my
rage
,
Into
his
nose
.
Night
thou
art
a
whore
,
Smalshanke
a
rogue
:
and
is
my
wench
tooke
from
me
,
Sure
I
am
guld
,
this
was
no
Coccatryce
,
I
neuer
saw
her
before
this
day-light
peept
,
What
dropst
thou
head
,
this
surely
is
the
heyre
,
And
mad
will
Smal-shankes
lay
in
Ambuscado
,
To
get
her
now
from
me
,
Beard
:
Lieftenant
Beard
,
Thou
art
an
asses
what
a
dull
slaue
was
I
,
That
all
this
while
smelt
not
her
honesty
.
Pate
I
doe
not
pitty
thee
:
hadst
thou
braines
,
Lieftenant
Beard
had
got
this
wealthy
heyre
,
From
all
these
rogues
,
bloud
to
be
this
orereachd
,
In
pate
and
wench
:
reueng
,
reuenge
come
vp
,
And
with
thy
curled
locks
cling
to
my
beard
,
Smale-shamkes
I
will
betray
thee
:
I
now
will
trudge
,
To
Saint
Iohns
streete
to
informe
the
Lady
Sommerfield
,
Where
thou
art
:
I
will
preuent
the
match
,
Thou
art
to
Fleetestreet
gone
,
reuenge
shall
follow
,
And
my
incensed
wrath
shall
like
great
thunder
,
Dispersse
thy
hopes
and
thy
braue
wife
a sunder
.
Enter
Lady
Sommerfield
,
and
Iustice
Tutchin
.
Tu.
Say
as
I
say
widdow
,
the
wench
is
gon
,
But
I
know
whether
,
stolne
she
is
,
well
.
I
know
by
whome
,
say
as
I
say
widdow
,
I
haue
bin
drinking
hard
,
why
say
so
too
,
Old
men
they
can
be
fine
,
with
small
a doe
,
The
law
is
not
offended
,
I
had
no
punke
,
Nor
in
an
alehouse
,
haue
I
made
me
drunke
.
The
statute
is
not
broke
,
I
haue
the
skill
,
To
drinke
by
law
,
then
say
as
I
say
still
,
La,
S.
To
what
extremes
doth
this
licentious
time
,
Hurry
vnstayed
youth
,
nor
Gods
nor
Lawes
,
Whose
penall
scurges
are
inough
to
saue
,
Euen
damned
fiends
,
can
in
this
looser
age
,
Confine
vnbounded
youth
,
who
durst
presume
,
To
steale
my
youths
delight
,
my
ages
hope
,
Her
fathers
heyre
,
and
the
last
noble
stemme
,
Of
all
her
ancestors
:
feare
they
or
Gods
or
lawes
.
I.
Tu.
I
say
as
you
say
sister
,
but
for
the
lawes
,
There
are
so
many
that
men
do
stand
in
awe
,
Of
none
at
all
;
take
heed
they
steale
not
you
.
Who
woes
a
widow
with
a
faire
full
Moone
Shall
surely
speed
,
beware
of
full
Moones
widdow
,
Will
Smalshankes
has
your
daughter
no
word
but
mum
,
My
warrant
you
shall
haue
when
time
shall
come
.
La.
S.
your
warrant
?
I.
Tu.
I
my
warrant
widdow
.
My
warrant
can
stretch
far
;
no
more
but
so
,
Twill
serue
to
ketch
a
knaue
,
or
fetch
a
Doe
.
Enter
Seruingmen
.
Ser.
Heres
a
gentleman
much
desirous
to
see
you
madam
.
La.
So.
What
is
a
for
a
man
.
Ser.
Nothing
for
a
man
,
but
much
for
a
beast
,
I
thinke
him
lunatique
for
a
demannds
,
What
plate
of
his
is
stirring
i'
the
house
,
A
calls
your
men
his
Butlers
,
Cookes
,
and
Steward
,
Kisses
your
woman
,
and
makes
exceeding
much
Of
your
Coach-mans
wife
;
I.
Tu.
Then
he's
a
gentleman
,
for
tis
a
true
note
of
a
gentleman
,
to
make
much
of
other
mens
wiues
,
bring
him
vp
,
a
sirra
,
makes
a
much
of
your
Choachmans
wife
,
this
geere
will
runne
a
wheeles
then
shortly
,
A
man
may
make
much
more
of
a
nother
mans
wife
,
then
a
can
do
of's
owne
.
L.S.
How
much
brother
?
I
Tu.
A
man
may
make
with
ease
,
A
Punke
,
a
Child
,
a
Bastard
,
a
Cuckold
,
of
another
mans
wife
all
at
a
clap
.
And
that
is
much
I
thinke
.
Seru.
Thats
my
Lady
.
Enter
Seruingman
and
Throte
.
Thr.
For
that
thou
first
hast
brought
me
to
her
sight
,
I
here
create
thee
Clarke
a
the
Kitching
,
no
man
shall
beg
it
from
thee
.
Ser.
Sure
the
fellowes
mad
.
L.
S
What
would
you
sir
?
I
gesse
your
long
profession
,
By
your
scant
suite
:
your
habit
seemes
to
turne
:
Your
inside
outward
to
me
,
y'are
I
thinke
.
Some
Turner
of
the
law
.
Thr.
Law
is
my
liuing
.
And
on
that
auncient
mould
I
weare
this
outside
,
Suite
vpon
suite
wasts
some
yet
makes
me
thriue
.
First
lawe
,
then
gold
,
then
loue
,
and
then
we
wiue
.
I.T.
A
man
of
forme
like
me
but
what's
your
businesse
?
La.
Be
briefe
good
sir
:
what
makes
this
bold
intrusion
?
Th.
Intrude
,
I
do
not
,
for
I
know
the
lawe
,
It
is
the
rule
that
squares
out
all
our
actions
,
Those
actions
bring
in
coyne
,
coyne
gets
me
friends
,
Your
sonne
in
law
hath
law
at's
fingers
ends
.
La.
My
sonne
in
law
.
Th.
Madame
your
sonne
in
law
,
Mother
I
come
,
(
be
glad
I
call
you
so
)
To
make
a
gentle
breach
into
your
fauour
,
And
win
your
approbation
of
my
choice
,
Your
cherry-ripe
sweet
daughter
(
so
renownd
,
For
beauty
,
vertue
,
and
a
wealthy
dowre
)
I
haue
espousd
.
La.
How
?
you
espouse
my
daughter
?
Thr.
Nouerint
vniuersi
,
the
lawes
of
heauen
,
Of
nature
,
church
,
and
chance
,
haue
made
her
mine
,
Therefore
deliuer
her
by
these
presents
.
I.
Tu.
How's
this
?
made
her
yours
sir
?
per
quam
regulam
,
Nay
we
are
letter'd
sir
,
as
well
as
you
,
Redde
rationem
per
quam
regulam
.
Thr.
Femini
Iudificantur
viros
:
By
that
same
rule
these
lips
haue
taken
season
,
Tut
I
do
all
by
Statute
law
,
and
reason
.
La.
Hence
you
base
knaue
,
you
petty-fogging
groome
,
Clad
in
old
ends
,
and
peec'd
with
Brokery
,
You
wed
my
daughter
?
I.T.
You
sir
Ambo-dexter
,
A
Sumners
sonne
,
and
learn't
in
Norfolke
wiles
,
Some
common
baile
,
or
Counter
Lawyer
,
Marry
my
neece
?
your
halfe
sleeues
shall
not
carry
her
.
Thr.
These
Stormes
will
be
dissolu'd
in
teares
of
ioy
,
Mother
I
doubt
it
not
:
Iustice
to
you
,
That
ierke
at
my
halfe
sleeues
,
and
yet
your selfe
Doe
neuer
weare
but
Buckerom
out
of
sight
,
A
Flannell
wast-coate
,
or
a
Canuas
Trusse
,
A
shift
of
thrift
,
I
vse
it
:
let's
be
friends
,
You
know
the
law
hath
tricks
,
ka
me
,
ka
thee
,
Viderit
vtilitas
,
the
mott
to
these
halfe
armes
,
Corpus
cum
causa
needs
no
bumbasting
.
We
weare
small
hayre
yet
haue
we
tongue
and
wit
,
Lawyers
close
breech't
haue
bodies
pollitick
.
La.
Speake
,
answer
me
sir
Iack
:
stole
you
my
daughter
?
Thr.
Short
tale
to
make
,
I
fingered
haue
your
daughter
,
I
haue
tane
liuery
and
season
of
the
wench
,
Deliuer
her
then
,
you
know
the
Statute
lawes
,
Shee's
mine
without
exception
,
barre
or
clause
:
Come
,
come
,
restore
.
La.
The
fellow's
mad
I
thinke
,
Thr.
I
was
not
mad
before
I
married
,
But
ipso
facto
what
the
act
may
make
me
,
That
know
I
not
.
I.T.
Fellows
come
in
there
,
Ent.
2.
or
3.
Ser.
By
this
sir
you
confesse
you
stole
my
Neece
,
And
I
attach
you
heere
of
fellony
:
Lay
hold
on
him
:
Ile
make
my
Mittimus
,
And
send
him
to
the
Iayle
;
haue
we
no
barre
Nor
clause
to
hamper
you
,
away
with
him
,
Those
clawes
shall
claw
you
to
a
barre
of
shame
,
Where
thou
shalt
shew
thy
Goll
,
Ile
barre
your
claime
,
If
I
be
Iustice
Tutchin
.
Thr.
Hands
off
you
slaues
,
Oh!
fauour
my
Ierkin
,
though
you
teare
my
flesh
,
I
set
more
store
by
that
:
my
Audita
Querela
shall
be
heard
,
and
with
a
Certiorare
Ile
fetch
her
from
you
with
a
pox
.
Enter
Beard
.
Bea.
What's
heere
to
do
?
is
all
the
world
in
armes
?
More
tumults
,
brawles
,
and
insurrections
,
Is
bloud
the
Theame
whereon
our
time
must
treate
.
Thr.
Heer's
Beard
your
Butler
:
a
rescue
Beard
;
draw
,
Bea.
Draw
?
not
so
:
my
Blad's
as
ominously
drawne
Vnto
the
death
of
nine
or
ten
such
groomes
,
As
is
a
knife
vnsheath'd
with
the
hungry
maw
,
Threatning
the
ruine
of
a
chine
of
Beefe
:
But
for
the
restlesse
toile
it
tooke
of
late
,
My
blade
shall
sleep
awhile
.
Th.
Helpe
.
Be.
Stop
thee
Throate
And
heare
me
speake
,
whose
bloody
Characters
,
Will
shew
I
haue
beene
scuffling
:
briefly
thus
,
Thy
wife
,
your
daughter
,
and
your
louely
Neece
,
Is
hurri'd
now
to
Fleet-streete
,
the
damn'd
crew
With
glaues
and
clubs
haue
rapt
her
from
these
armes
,
Throate
thou
art
bobd
,
although
thou
boughtst
the
heyre
,
Yet
hath
the
slaue
made
a
re-entry
.
I.
Tu.
Sirra
what
are
you
?
Th.
My
Ladies
Butler
sir
.
Bea.
Not
I
by
heauen
.
Thr.
By
this
good
light
he
swore
it
,
And
for
your
daughters
loue
he
ran
away
.
Bea.
By
loue
I
guld
thee
Throte
.
I.T.
More
knauery
yet
,
Lay
hands
on
him
,
pinion
them
both
,
And
guarde
them
hence
towards
Fleet-streete
,
come
away
,
Bea.
Must
we
be
led
like
theeues
,
and
pinniond
walke
,
Spent
I
my
bloud
for
this
?
is
this
my
hyre
?
Why
then
burne
rage
,
set
Beard
and
nose
on
fire
.
I.T.
On
,
on
I
say
.
Thr.
Iustice
,
the
law
shall
firke
you
.
Actus
Quinti
.
Scaena
1.
Enter
William
Small-shanke
.
W.S.
On
this
one
houre
depends
my
hopes
and
fortunes
,
Foote
I
must
haue
this
widdow
:
what
should
my
Dad
Make
with
a
wife
,
that
scarce
can
wipe
his
nose
,
Vntrusse
his
points
,
or
hold
a
Chamber-pot
,
Steddy
till
a
pisses
:
The
doores
are
fast
,
'Tis
now
the
midst
of
night
;
yet
shall
this
chaine
,
Procure
accesse
and
conference
with
the
widdow
:
What
though
I
cheate
my
father
,
all
men
haue
sinnes
,
Though
in
their
seuerall
kinds
,
all
ends
in
this
,
So
they
get
gold
,
they
care
not
whose
it
is
.
Begging
the
Court
,
vse
beares
the
Cittie
out
,
Lawyers
their
quirkes
,
thus
goes
the
world
about
,
So
that
our
villanies
haue
but
different
shapes
,
Th'effects
all
one
,
and
poore
men
are
but
Apes
,
To
imitate
their
betters
,
this
is
the
difference
,
All
great
mens
sinnes
must
still
be
humored
,
And
poore
mens
vices
largely
punished
,
The
priuiledge
that
great
men
haue
in
euill
,
Is
this
,
they
go
vnpunisht
to
the
Diuell
Therefore
Ile
in
,
this
chaine
I
know
will
mooue
,
Gold
and
rich
stones
,
wins
coyest
ladies
loue
.
Knocks
.
Adr.
What
would
you
sir
,
that
you
do
knock
so
boldly
.
W.
I
must
come
in
to
the
widdow
.
Adr.
How
come
in
,
The
widdow
has
no
entrance
for
such
mates
.
W.
Doost
heere
sweet
Chamber-maid
,
by
heauen
I
come
,
With
letters
from
my
father
,
I
haue
brought
her
stones
,
Iewels
and
chaines
,
which
she
must
vse
to morrow
.
Adr.
Y'are
a
needy
knaue
,
and
will
lye
:
Your
father
has
casheerd
you
,
nor
will
a
trust
you
,
Begon
,
least
I
doe
wash
you
hence
.
W.
Doost
heere
,
By
this
good
night
,
my
Father
and
I
are
friends
,
Take
but
this
cheine
for
token
,
giue
her
that
,
And
tell
her
I
haue
other
things
for
her
,
Which
by
my
fathers
will
I
am
commanded
To
giue
to
her
owne
hands
.
Adr.
Say
you
so
,
Introth
I
thinke
youle
prooue
an
honest
man
,
Had
you
once
got
a
beard
:
let
me
see
the
cheine
,
W.
S
,
Doost
thinke
I
lye
?
by
this
good
light
Adrian
I
loue
her
with
my
soule
,
heer's
letters
And
other
Iewels
sent
her
from
my
father
,
Is
shee
a bed
.
Adr.
By
my
virginity
,
Shee
is
vncast
,
and
ready
to
slip
in
,
Betwixt
the
sheetes
,
but
I
will
beare
hir
this
,
And
tell
her
what
you
say
.
W.S.
But
make
some
hast
,
Why
so
'twill
take
,
zart
how
a
waiting
maide
,
Can
shake
a
fellow
vp
that
is
casheerd
,
And
has
no
money
:
foote
should
she
keepe
the
chaine
,
And
not
come
downe
,
I
must
turne
Cittizen
,
Be
banckrout
,
and
craue
the
Kings
protection
But
heere
she
comes
.
Taf.
What
would
you
sir
with
vs
,
That
on
the
suddaine
,
and
so
late
you
come
.
W.S.
I
haue
some
secrets
to
acquaint
you
with
,
Please
you
to
let
the
chamber
maide
shake
off
,
And
stand
as
Centinel
.
Taf.
It
shall
not
need
,
I
hope
I
haue
not
brought
her
vp
so
ill
,
But
that
she
knowes
how
to
containe
your
secrets
,
As
well
as
I
her
Mistresse
:
Therefore
on
.
W.
It
is
not
fit
forsooth
that
I
should
on
,
Before
she
leaue
the
roome
.
Adr.
Tis
not
indeed
.
Therefore
Ile
waite
in
the
with-drawing
roome
Vntill
you
call
.
Taf.
Now
sir
,
what's
your
will
?
W.
S
,
Deere
widdow
,
pitty
the
state
of
a
young
,
Poore
,
yet
propper
Gentleman
,
by
Venus
pap
Vpon
my
knees
I'de
creepe
vnto
your
lap
For
one
small
drop
of
fauour
,
and
though
this
face
Is
not
the
finest
face
,
yet
t'as
beene
praisd
By
Ladies
of
good
iudgment
in
faces
.
Taf.
Are
these
your
secrets
?
W.S.
You
shall
haue
secrets
More
pleasing
,
nay
heere
sweet
widdow
,
Some
wantons
doe
delight
to
see
men
creepe
,
And
on
their
knees
to
woe
them
.
Taf.
I
am
none
of
those
,
Stand
vp
,
I
more
desire
a
man
should
stand
,
Then
cringe
and
creepe
that
meanes
to
winne
my
loue
,
I
say
stand
vp
,
and
let
me
goe
ye'ad
best
.
W.S.
For
euer
let
me
creepe
vpon
the
ground
,
Vnlesse
you
heere
my
sute
.
Taf.
How
now
sir
sawce
,
Would
you
be
capring
in
your
fathers
saddle
,
Away
you
casheerd
yonger
brother
,
begon
,
Doe
not
I
know
the
fashions
of
you
all
,
When
a
poore
woman
has
laide
open
all
Her
thoughts
to
you
,
then
you
grow
proud
and
coy
,
But
when
wise
maides
dissemble
and
keepe
close
,
Then
you
poore
snakes
come
creeping
on
your
bellyes
,
And
with
all
oyled
lookes
prostrate
your selues
,
Before
our
beauties
sunne
,
where
once
but
warme
,
Like
hatefull
snakes
you
strike
vs
with
your
stings
,
And
then
forsake
vs
,
I
know
your
tricks
begon
.
W.S.
Foote
Ile
first
be
hang'd
,
nay
if
you
go
You
shall
leaue
your
smock
behinde
you
widdow
,
Keepe
close
your
womanish
weapon
,
hold
your
tongue
,
Nor
speake
,
cough
,
sneeze
or
stampe
,
for
if
you
doe
,
By
this
good
blade
Ile
cut
your
throte
directly
,
Peace
,
stirre
not
,
by
Heauen
Ile
cut
your
throate
If
you
but
stirre
:
speake
not
,
stand
still
,
go
to
,
Ile
teach
coy
widdowes
a
new
way
to
woe
,
Come
you
shall
kisse
,
why
so
,
Ile
stab
by
Heauen
If
you
but
stirre
,
now
heere
,
first
kisse
againe
,
Why
so
,
stirre
not
,
Now
come
I
to
the
point
,
My
hopes
are
past
,
nor
can
my
present
state
,
Affoord
a
single
halfe-penny
,
my
father
Hates
me
deadly
;
to
beg
,
my
birth
forbids
,
To
steale
,
the
law
,
the
hang
man
,
and
the
Rope
With
one
consent
deny
;
to
go
a
trust
,
The
Citty
common-councell
has
forbad
it
,
Therefore
my
state
is
desperate
,
stirre
not
,
And
I
by
much
will
rather
choose
to
hang
,
Then
in
a
ditch
or
prison-hole
to
starue
,
Resolue
,
wed
me
,
and
take
mee
to
your
bed
,
Or
by
my
soule
Ile
straite
cut
off
your
head
,
Then
kill
my selfe
,
for
I
had
rather
dye
,
Then
in
a
street
liue
poore
and
lowsily
:
Doe
not
I
know
you
cannot
loue
my
father
.
A
widdow
that
has
knowne
the
quid
of
things
,
To
doate
vpon
an
old
and
crased
man
,
That
stinkes
at
both
ends
,
worsse
then
an
elder
pype
,
Who
when
his
bloud
and
spirit
are
at
the
height
,
Hath
not
a
member
to
his
palsie
body
,
But
is
more
limber
then
a
Kings
head
pudding
,
Tooke
from
the
pot
halfe
sod
doe
I
not
know
this
?
Haue
you
not
wealth
enough
,
to
serue
vs
both
?
And
am
not
I
a
pritty
handsome
fellow
,
To
doe
your
drudgery
,
come
,
come
,
resolue
.
For
by
my
bloud
,
if
you
deny
your
bed
,
Ile
cut
your
throat
,
without
equiuocation
,
If
you
be
pleased
hold
vp
your
finger
,
if
not
By
heauen
Ile
gar
my
whyniard
through
your
weombe
,
Ist
a
match
.
Taf.
Here
me
but
speake
.
W.S.
Youle
prate
to
loud
.
Ta.
No
.
W.S.
Nor
speake
one
word
against
my
honest
sute
.
Ta.
No
by
my
worth
W.S.
Kisse
vpon
that
and
speake
,
Ta.
I
dare
not
wed
,
men
say
yare
naught
youle
cheate
▪
And
you
do
keepe
a
whore
.
WS.
That
is
a
lie
,
She
keepes
her selfe
and
me
,
yet
I
protest
,
Shees
not
dishonest
.
Ta.
How
could
she
then
maintaine
you
,
W.S.
Why
by
her
commings
in
,
a
little
thing
,
Her
friends
haue
left
her
which
with
putting
to
best
vse
.
And
often
turning
yeelds
her
a
poore
liuing
,
But
what
of
that
;
shes
now
shooke
off
,
to
thee
Ile
onely
cleaue
,
Ile
be
thy
marchant
.
And
to
this
welthy
fayre
,
Ile
bring
my
ware
,
And
here
set
vp
my
standing
:
therefore
resolue
,
Nought
but
my
sword
is
left
ift
be
a
match
,
Clap
hands
,
contract
and
straite
to
bed
,
If
not
,
pray
,
forgiue
and
straight
goes
off
your
head
.
Ta.
I
take
thy
loue
.
W.S.
Then
straite
lets
both
to
bed
.
Ta.
Ile
wed
to morrow
.
W.S.
You
shall
not
sleepe
vpont
.
An
honest
contract
is
as
good
as
marriadge
.
A
bird
in
hand
you
know
the
prouerbe
widdow
,
Ta.
To
let
me
tell
thee
,
Ile
loue
thee
while
I
liue
,
For
this
attempt
giue
me
that
lusty
lad
,
That
winnes
his
widdow
with
his
well
drawne
blade
,
And
not
with
oaths
and
words
:
a
widdows
woing
,
Not
in
bare
words
but
should
consist
in
doing
,
I
take
thee
to
my
husband
.
W.S.
I
thee
to
wife
,
Now
to
thy
bed
and
there
weele
end
this
strife
.
Enter
Sir
Oliuer
and
Fidlers
.
S.O.
Warme
bloud
the
yong
mans
slaue
,
the
ould
mans
God
Makes
me
so
stirre
thus
soone
,
it
stirs
ifayth
,
And
with
a
kind
of
Itching
pricks
me
on
,
To
bid
my
bride
boun
Iour
,
O
this
desire
,
Is
euen
another
filtcht
promethian
fire
,
By
which
we
old
men
liue
,
performance
then
,
I
thats
poore
old
mens
baine
,
that
in
old
men
,
Comes
limping
off
more
lame
God
knowes
then
he
,
Which
in
a
close
,
a
hot
and
dangerous
fight
,
Has
bin
dismembred
and
craues
by
letter
patents
,
Yet
scarce
a
woman
that
considers
this
,
Women
haue
tricks
firks
and
farthinggales
,
A
generation
are
they
full
of
subtilty
,
And
all
most
honest
where
they
want
the
meanes
.
To
be
otherwise
.
Therefore
Ile
haue
an
eie
My
widdow
goes
not
oft
to
visit
kinsfolkes
,
By
birth
she
is
a
Ninny
,
and
that
I
know
,
Is
not
in
London
held
the
smalest
kindred
,
I
must
haue
wits
and
braines
,
come
on
my
friends
,
Out
with
your
tooles
,
and
toot
,
a
strane
of
mirth
.
And
a
pleasant
song
to
wake
the
widdow
.
Enter
W.S.
aboue
in
his
shirt
.
W.S.
Musitions
,
mnistrills
,
foote
rogues
,
For
Gods
loue
leaue
your
filthy
squeaking
noyse
And
get
you
gone
,
the
widdow
and
my selfe
,
Will
scamble
out
the
shaking
of
the
sheets
,
Without
your
musicke
,
we
haue
no
need
of
fidlers
,
To
our
dauncing
,
foote
haue
you
no
manners
,
Cannot
a
man
take
his
naturall
rest
.
For
your
scraping
,
I
shall
wash
your
gut-strings
.
If
you
but
stay
a
while
;
yet
honest
rascalls
,
If
youle
let
vs
haue
the
tother
crash
The
widdow
and
Ile
keepe
time
,
theres
for
your
paines
,
S.O.
Hows
this
?
will
the
widdow
and
you
keepe
time
,
What
trycke
?
what
quiddit
?
what
figare
is
this
?
My
casheerd
Sonne
speake
from
the
widdowes
chamber
,
And
in
his
shirt
ha
,
sure
she
is
not
there
,
Tis
so
she
has
tooke
him
in
for
pitty
,
And
now
remoues
her
chamber
I
will
home
,
On
with
my
neatest
robes
,
perfume
my
beard
,
Eate
cloues
,
Eringoes
and
drinke
some
aquauita
.
To
sweeten
breath
and
keepe
my
weame
from
wambling
.
Then
like
the
moneth
of
March
,
come
blustring
in
,
Marry
the
widdow
shake
vp
this
springall
,
And
then
as
quiet
as
a
sucking
lambe
,
Close
by
the
widdow
will
I
rest
al
night
,
As
for
my
breath
I
haue
crotchets
and
deuises
,
Ladies
ranke
breaths
are
often
healpt
with
spices
.
Enter
Adriana
,
and
another
strawing
hearbs
.
Adr.
Come
straw
a pace
,
Lord
shall
I
neuer
liue
,
To
walke
to
Church
on
flowers
.
O
tis
fine
,
To
see
a
bride
tryp
it
to
Church
so
lightly
,
As
if
her
new
choppines
would
scorne
to
bruze
A
silly
flower
:
and
now
I
prethee
tell
me
,
What
flower
thinkest
thou
is
likest
to
a
woman
?
Vi.
A
marigold
I
thinke
.
Adr.
Why
a
mary
gold
:
Vi.
Because
a
little
heate
makes
it
to
spred
,
And
open
wide
his
leaues
.
Adr.
Thart
quite
wide
,
A
marigold
doth
open
wide
all
day
,
And
shuts
most
close
at
night
;
I
hope
thou
knowst
,
All
wenches
doe
the
contrary
:
but
sirra
,
How
does
thy
Vncle
the
old
Doctor
,
Dost
thinke
heele
be
a
Bishop
?
Vi.
O
questionlesse
,
For
has
got
him
a
young
wife
,
and
carried
her
,
To
Court
already
:
but
now
I
prethee
say
,
Why
will
the
widdow
wedd
so
old
a
knight
,
Adr.
Why
for
his
riches
.
Vi.
For
riches
onely
,
Why
riches
cannot
giue
her
her
delight
,
Adr.
Ritches
I
hope
can
soone
procure
her
one
Shall
giue
her
her
delight
thats
the
Diuell
,
Thats
it
ifaith
makes
vs
waiting
gentlewomen
Liue
maides
so
long
.
Vi.
Thinke
you
so
.
Adr.
Yes
infaith
,
Married
women
quite
haue
spoyled
the
market
,
By
hauing
secret
friends
besides
their
husbands
,
For
if
these
married
wiues
would
be
content
To
haue
but
one
a
peece
I
thinke
in
troth
,
There
would
be
doings
enough
for
vs
all
,
And
till
we
get
an
act
of
parliament
,
For
that
our
states
are
desperate
.
Enter
Boucher
and
Constan.
Come
straw
a
peece
.
Con.
So
ho
ho
,
Maister
.
Bou.
Boy
,
Con.
Introth
I
thought
y'ad
beene
more
fast
asleepe
,
Then
a
midwife
or
a
Puritane
Taylor
,
At
a
sonday
euenings
Lecture
,
but
sir
Why
do
you
rise
so
soone
?
Bou.
To
see
the
widdow
,
Con.
The
weaker
you
,
you
are
forbid
a
widdow
,
And
'tis
the
first
thing
you
will
fall
into
.
Me thinkes
a
young
cleere
skind
country
Gentlewoman
,
That
neuer
saw
Babounes
,
Lyons
,
or
Courtiers
,
Might
prooue
a
handsome
wife
,
or
what
do
you
say
To
a
Citizens
daughter
,
that
neuer
was
in
loue
With
a
Player
,
that
neuer
learnt
to
daunce
,
That
neuer
dwelt
neere
any
Inne
a
Court
,
Might
not
she
in
time
prooue
an
honest
wife
?
Faith
take
a
maide
,
and
leaue
the
widdow
,
Maister
Of
all
meates
I
loue
not
a
gaping
Oyster
,
Bou,
God
speed
your
workes
faire
maides
.
Ad.
You
much
mistake
,
Tis
no
worke
.
Bou.
What
then
.
Adr.
A
preparation
To
a
worke
sir
.
Bou.
What
worke
sweet
Ladies
?
Adr.
Why
to
a
mariage
?
thats
a
worke
I
thinke
,
Bou.
How
?
a
preparation
to
a
mariage
,
Of
whom
kind
maids
,
of
whom
?
Adr.
And
why
kind
maids
?
I
hope
you
haue
had
no
kindnesse
at
our
hand
,
To
make
you
say
so
:
but
sir
vnderstand
,
That
Sir
Oliuer
Smal-shanke
the
noble
Knight
,
And
mistresse
Tafata
the
rich
widdow
,
Must
this
day
be
coupled
,
conioyned
,
Married
,
espoused
,
wedded
,
contracted
,
Or
as
the
Puritaine
sayes
,
put
together
,
And
so
sir
,
to
the
shifting
of
our
cleane
smocks
,
Wee
leaue
you
.
Bou.
Married
,
and
to day
,
Dissention
,
Iealousie
,
hate
,
beggery
,
With
all
the
dire
euents
which
breed
dislike
In
nuptiall
beds
,
attend
her
bridall
steps
,
Can
vowes
and
oathes
,
with
such
protesting
action
,
As
if
their
hearts
were
spit
forth
with
their
words
,
As
if
their
soules
were
darted
through
their
eyes
,
Be
of
no
more
validity
with
women
?
Haue
I
for
her
contem'd
my
fixed
fate
.
Neglected
my
faire
hopes
,
and
scorn'd
the
loue
Of
beautious
,
vertuous
,
and
honor'd
Constantia
.
Con.
Now
workes
it
with
my
wish
:
my
hopes
are
full
.
Bou.
And
I
ingag'd
my
worth
and
ventur'd
life
On
yonder
buffolne
face
,
to
haue
men
scorne
,
And
poynt
at
my
disgrace
:
first
will
I
leaue
to
liue
:
There
take
my
purse
,
liue
thou
to
better
fate
.
Bouch
.
hangs
himselfe
.
Better
thus
die
,
then
liue
vnfortunate
.
Con.
Aye
mee
accurst
:
helpe
,
helpe
,
murther
murther
,
Curst
be
the
day
and
houre
that
gaue
me
breath
,
Murther
,
murther
:
if
any
Gentleman
Can
heare
my
plaints
,
come
forth
and
assist
me
.
W.
What
out-cryes
call
me
from
my
naked
bed
,
Who
calls
Ieronimo
,
speake
here
I
am
.
Con.
Good
sir
leaue
your
struggling
and
acting
,
And
helpe
to
saue
the
life
of
a
distressed
man
,
O
helpe
if
you
be
Gentlemen
!
W.
Whats
here
?
A
man
hangd
vp
and
all
the
murtherers
gone
?
And
at
my
doore
to
lay
the
guilt
on
me
.
This
place
was
made
to
pleasure
Cittizens
wiues
,
Enter
Tafata
.
And
not
to
hange
vppe
honest
Gentlemen
Taf.
Where
be
these
lazie
knaues
?
some
raise
the
house
,
What
ment
the
cry
of
murther
?
where's
my
loue
?
W.
Come
Isabella
,
helpe
me
to
lament
,
For
sighes
are
stopt
,
and
all
my
teares
are
spent
.
These
clothes
I
oft
haue
seene
,
aye
me
my
friend
:
Pursue
the
murtherers
,
rayse
all
the
street
Con.
It
shall
not
need
,
a
stirs
,
giue
him
breath
.
W.
Is
there
yet
life
,
Horatio
my
deere
boy
,
Horatio
!
Horatio
,
what
hast
thou
mis-done
,
To
lose
thy
life
when
life
was
new
begunne
?
Bou.
Zeart
a
man
had
as
good
be
hangd
outright
,
As
to
indure
this
clapping
:
shame
to
thy
sexe
,
Perfidious
periur'd
woman
,
wher's
thy
shame
?
How
can
thy
modesty
forbeare
to
blush
,
And
knowst
I
know
thee
an
adultresse
?
Haue
not
thy
vowes
made
thee
my
lawfull
wife
Before
the
face
of
heauen
?
where
is
thy
shame
?
But
why
speake
I
of
shame
to
thee
,
whose
face
,
Is
steel'd
with
custom'd
sinne
,
whose
thoughts
want
grace
:
The
custome
of
thy
sinne
so
luls
thy
sence
:
Women
nere
blush
,
though
nere
so
foule
th'offence
,
To
breake
thy
vow
to
me
and
straight
to
wed
,
A
doting
stinckerd
.
W.
Sm.
But
hold
your
tongue
,
Or
by
this
light
Ile
trusse
you
vp
againe
,
Zeart
rayle
on
my
wife
,
am
I
a
stinkerd
,
Or
do
I
dote
?
speake
such
another
word
,
And
vp
you
trusse
againe
,
am
I
a
stinkerd
?
Bou,
The
knight
your
father
is
:
W.
VVhy
who
denies
it
.
He
supplants
thee
and
I
supplanted
him
.
Come
come
,
you
shall
be
friends
come
forgiue
her
:
For
by
this
light
there
is
no
remedy
,
Vnlesse
you
will
betake
you
to
my
leauings
.
Con,
Rather
then
so
Ile
helpe
you
to
a
wife
:
Ritch
,
well
borne
,
and
by
some
accounted
fayre
,
And
for
the
worth
of
her
Virginity
,
I
dare
presume
to
pawne
my
honesty
:
VVhat
say
you
to
Constantia
Somerfield
?
W.
Do'st
know
where
she
is
boy
?
Con.
I
do
,
nay
more
,
If
he
but
sweare
to
imbrace
her
constant
loue
,
Ile
fetch
her
to
this
place
.
W.
A
shall
do
it
boy
,
Enter
Sir
Oliuer
and
Fiddlers
.
A
shall
do
it
,
goe
fetch
her
boy
,
foote
my
father
,
Stand
too't
now
old
wench
,
stand
too't
now
.
S.
Ol.
Now
fresh
and
youthfull
as
the
month
of
May
,
Ile
bid
my
Bryde
good
morrow
,
Musitions
on
,
Lightly
,
lightly
,
and
by
my
knighthoods
spurre
,
This
yeere
you
shall
haue
my
protection
,
And
yet
not
buy
your
liuery
coates
your selues
:
God
morrow
Bride
,
fresh
,
fresh
,
as
the
month
of
May
,
I
come
to
kisse
thee
on
thy
wedding
day
.
W.
Sauing
your
tale
sir
,
Ile
shew
you
how
,
Aprill
showers
spring
May
flowers
,
So
merrily
singes
the
Cucko
:
The
truth
is
,
I
haue
laide
my
knife
abord
,
The
widdow
sir
is
wedded
.
S.
Ol.
Ha
,
W.
Bedded
.
S.
Ol.
ha
:
W.
Why
my
good
father
what
should
you
do
with
a
wife
?
Would
you
be
crested
?
will
you
needs
thrust
your
head
In
on
of
Vulcans
Helmets
?
will
you
perforce
Weare
a
Citty
cappe
and
a
Court
feather
?
S.
Ol.
Villaine
,
slaue
,
thou
hast
wrong'd
my
wife
.
VV.
S
not
so
,
Speake
my
good
wench
,
haue
I
not
done
thee
right
.
Taf.
I
finde
no
fault
,
and
I
protest
Sir
Oliuer
.
I'd
not
haue
lost
the
last
two
houres
sleepe
,
I
had
by
him
,
for
all
the
wealth
you
haue
.
S.
Ol.
Villaine
slaue
,
Ile
hang
thee
by
the
statute
,
Thou
hast
two
wiues
.
W.S.
Be
not
so
furious
sir
,
I
haue
but
this
,
the
other
was
my
whore
,
Which
now
is
married
to
an
honest
Lawyer
.
S.
Ol.
Thou
villaine
slaue
thou
hast
abus'd
thy
father
.
Bou.
Your
sonne
ifaith
,
your
very
sonne
ifaith
,
The
villaine
boy
has
one
trick
of
his
sire
,
Has
firkt
away
the
wench
,
has
pierst
the
hogshead
,
And
knowes
by
this
the
vintadge
.
S.
Ol.
I
am
vndone
.
Bou.
You
could
not
loue
the
widdow
but
her
wealth
.
S.
Ol.
The
deuill
take
my
soule
but
I
did
loue
her
.
Taf,
That
oath
doth
shew
you
are
a
Northen
Knight
,
And
of
all
men
aliue
,
Ile
neuer
trust
,
A
Northen
man
in
loue
.
S.
Ol.
And
why
?
and
why
slut
.
Taf.
Because
the
first
word
he
speakes
is
the
Diuell
Take
his
soule
,
and
who
will
giue
him
trust
,
That
once
has
giuen
his
soule
vnto
the
Diueil
.
W.S.
Shee
sayes
most
true
father
,
the
soule
once
gon
,
The
best
part
of
a
man
is
gone
.
Taf.
And
ifaith
If
the
best
part
of
a
man
be
once
gone
,
The
rest
of
the
body
is
not
worth
a
rush
,
Though
it
be
nere
so
handsome
.
Enter
La
,
Somerfield
,
Throte
&
Beard
bound
,
&
Iu.
Tutch
.
La.
S.
Bring
them
away
.
W.
How
now
?
My
Lawyer
pinion'd
I
begin
to
stinke
Already
.
La.
S.
Cheater
my
daughter
.
W.S.
Shee's
mad
.
Thr.
My
wife
sir
,
my
wife
.
W.S.
They're
mad
,
starke
mad
,
I
am
sorry
sir
you
haue
lost
those
happy
wits
By
which
you
liu'd
so
well
.
The
ayre
growes
cold
,
Therefore
Ile
take
my
leaue
.
La.
So.
Stay
him
officers
,
Sir
'tis
not
your
trickes
of
wit
can
carry
it
.
Officers
attache
him
,
and
this
Gentleman
,
For
stealing
away
my
heire
.
W.S.
You
do
me
wrong
,
Zart
I
neuer
saw
your
heire
.
Thr.
That's
a
lye
,
You
stole
her
,
and
by
chance
I
married
her
.
W,
S.
God
giue
you
ioy
sir
.
Thr.
Aske
the
Butler
else
,
Therefore
widdow
release
me
,
for
by
no
law
,
Statute
or
booke
case
,
of
Vicesimo
Edwardi
Secundi
,
nor
by
the
Statute
Of
Tricesimo
Henrici
sexti
,
Nor
by
any
booke
case
of
decimo
Of
the
late
Queene
,
am
I
accessarie
,
Part
,
or
party
confederate
,
a
better
,
Helper
,
seconder
,
perswader
,
forwarder
,
Principall
or
maintainer
of
this
late
theft
:
But
by
law
,
I
forward
,
and
shee
willing
,
Clapt
vp
the
match
,
and
by
a
good
Statute
Of
Decimo
tertio
Richardi
quarti
,
She
is
my
leefull
lawfull
,
and
my
true
Married
wife
,
teste
Liftenant
Beard
.
W.
Who
liues
would
thinke
that
you
could
prate
so
fast
,
Your
hands
being
bound
behind
you
,
foote
a
talkes
With
as
much
ease
as
if
a
were
in's
shirt
.
S.
Ol.
I
am
witnesse
thou
hadst
the
heire
.
I.
Tu.
So
am
I
.
Thr.
And
so
is
my
man
Dash
.
Bou.
Heere
me
but
speake
,
Sit
you
as
Iudges
,
vndoe
the
Lawyers
hands
,
That
a
may
freely
act
,
and
Ile
be
bound
That
William
Smalshanke
shall
put
your
Throte
to
silence
,
And
ouer-throw
him
at
his
owne
weapon
.
I.
Tu.
Agreed
,
take
each
his
place
,
and
heere
the
case
Argued
betwixt
them
two
.
Om.
Agreed
,
agreed
.
I.
Tu.
Now
Throte
or
neuer
,
stretch
your selfe
.
Thr.
Feare
not
W.S.
Heere
stand
I
for
my
client
,
this
Gentleman
.
Thr.
I
for
the
widdow
.
W.
Begin
.
Thr.
Right
worshipfull
I
say
that
William
Small-shanke
mad-man
,
Is
by
a
Statute
made
in
Octauo
Of
Richard
Cordelion
guilty
to
the
law
Of
fellony
,
for
stealing
this
Ladies
heire
,
That
a
stole
her
,
the
proofe
is
most
pregnant
,
He
brought
her
to
my
house
,
confest
himselfe
,
A
made
great
meanes
to
steale
her
,
I
likt
her
,
(
And
finding
him
a
nouice
)
truth
to
tell
,
Married
her
my selfe
,
and
as
I
said
,
By
a
Statute
Richardi
Quarti
,
Shee
is
my
lawfull
wife
.
W.S.
For
my
client
,
I
say
the
wench
brought
vnto
your
house
,
Since
all
our
friends
so
happily
are
met
,
Here
will
I
choose
a
husband
:
this
be
the
man
,
Whom
since
I
left
your
house
in
shape
of
Page
,
I
still
haue
followed
.
W.
S
Foot
would
I
had
knowne
so
much
,
I
would
haue
beene
bold
to
haue
laine
with
your
page
.
Con.
Say
am
I
welcome
.
Bou.
As
is
my
life
and
soule
,
La.
S.
Heauen
giue
you
ioy
,
Since
all
so
well
succeeds
,
take
my
consent
,
W.S.
Then
are
we
all
pair'd
,
I
and
my
lasse
,
You
and
your
wife
,
the
lawyer
and
his
wench
,
And
father
fall
you
aborde
of
the
widdow
,
But
then
my
brother
.
T.S.
Faith
I
am
a
foole
.
W.S.
Thats
all
one
;
If
God
had
not
made
Some
elder-brothers
fooles
,
how
should
witty
Yonger
brothers
be
maintain'd
,
Strike
vp
Musick
,
lets
haue
an
old
song
,
Since
all
my
tricks
haue
found
so
good
successe
,
Weele
sing
,
dance
,
dice
,
and
drinke
downe
heauinesse
.
FINIS
.