For
if thou tarriest but an other Dialogue
Ile kick thee to thy Chamber.
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Mar.
Far you well Sir,
And bear your selfe, I do beseech you
once more,
Since you have undertaken doing wisely,
Manly, and worthily, tis for my credit,
And for those flying fames here of
your follies,
Your gambols, and ill breeding of your
youth,
For which I understand you take this
travell,
Nothing should make me leave you els,
ile deale
So like a wife, that loves your reputation,
And the most large addition of your
credit,
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That those shall die: if you want Limon-waters,
Or any thing to take the edge
o'th Sea off,
Pray speak, and be provided.
Petru.
Now the Devill,
That was your first good master, shoure
his blessing
Upon ye all: into whose custody ____
Mar.
I do commit your Reformation,
And so I leave you to your Stilo
novo. Exit Maria
Petru.
I will go: yet I will not: once more Sophocles
Ile put her to the test.
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Soph. You
had better go.
Petru.
I will go then: let's seek my father out,
And all my friends to see me faire
aboard:
Then women, if there be a storme at
Sea,
Worse then your tongues can make, and
waves more
Then your dissembling fayths are,
let me feele (broken
Nothing but tempests, till they
cracke my Keele.
Exeunt
Actus Quintus, Scæna Prima.
Enter Petronius, and Byancha with [2900]
foure papers.
By.
Now whether I deserve that blame you gave me,
Let all the world discern sir.
Petron.
If this motion,
(I mean this fair repentance of
my Daughter)
Spring from your good perswasion,
as it sems so,
I must confesse I have spoke too
boldly of you,
And I repent.
By.
The first touch was her own,
Taken no doubt from disobeying you,
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The second I put to her, when
I told her
How good, and gentle yet, with free
contrition
Again you might be purchas'd: loving
woman,
She heard me, and I thank her, thought
me worthy
Observing in this point: yet all
my councell,
And comfort in this case, could not
so heal her
But that grief got his share too,
and she sickend.
Petron.
I am sorry she's so ill, yet glad her sicknesse
Ha's got so good a ground.
Enter
Moroso.
By.
Here comes Moroso.
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Petron.
O you are very welcome,
Now you shall know your happinesse.
Mor.
I am glad on't.
What makes this Lady here?
By.
A dish for you sir
You'l thank me for hereafter.
Petron.
True Moroso,
Go get you in, and see your Mistris.
By.
She is sick sir,
But you may kisse her whole.
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Mor. How.
|
By. Comfort her.
Mor.
VVhy am I sent for sir?
Petron.
Will you in, and see?
By.
May be she needs confession.
Mor.
By St. Mary,
She shall have absolution then and
pennance,
But not above her carriage.
Petron.
Get you in foole.
Exit. Mor.
By.
Here comes the other too.
En. Rowland and [2940]
Petron.
Now Tranio.
Tranio.
Good ev'n to you too, and you are welcome.
Row.
Thank you.
Petron.
I have a certaine Daughter.
Row.
Would you had sir.
Petron.
No doubt you know her well.
Row.
Nor never shall sir.
She is a woman, and the waies unto
her
Are like the finding of a certaine
path
After a deep falne Snow.
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Petron.
Well thats by'th by still.
This Daughter that I tell you of is
falne
A little crop sick, with the dangerous
surfeit
She took of your affection.
Row.
Mine sir?
Petron.
Yes sir.
Or rather, as it seemes, repenting.
And there she lies within, debating
on't,
Row.
Well sir.
Petron.
I think 'twere well you would see her.
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Row.
If you please sir;
I am not squeamish of my visitation.
Petron.
But, this ile tell you, she is alter'd much,
You'l finde her now an other Livia.
Row.
I have enough o'th old sir.
Petron.
No more foole,
To look gay babies in your eyes yong
Rowland,
And hang about your prety neck.
Row.
I am glad on't,
And thank my Fates I have scapd such
execution. [2970]
Petron.
And busse you till you blush againe.
Row.
Thats hard sir,
She must kisse shamefully ere I blush
at it,
I never was so boyish; well, what
followes?
Petron.
She's mine now, as I please to settle her,
At my command, and where I please to
plant her:
Only she would take a kind of farwell
of you,
And give you back a wandring vow or
two,
You left in pawn; and two or three
slight oaths
She lent you too, she looks for.
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Row.
She shall have 'em
With all my heart sir, and if you like
it better,
A free release in writing.
Petron.
Thats the matter,
And you from her, you shall have an
other Rowland,
And then turne taile to taile, and
peace by with you.
Row.
So be it: your twenty pound sweats Tranio.
Tra.
'Twill not undoe me Rowland, do your worst.
Row.
Come, shall we see her Sir?
By.
What ere she saies
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You must beare manly Rowland,
for her sicknesse
Has made her somewhat teatish.
Row.
Let her talke
Till her tongue ake I care not: by
this hand
Thou hast a handsome face wench, and
a body
Daintely mounted; now do I feele an
hundred
Runing directly from me, as I pist
it.
Enter Livia
discovered abed, and Moroso by her.
By.
pray draw 'em softly, the least hurry sir |
