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Scæna quarta.
[Act One, Scene Four]
Enter
Rowland, and Pedro, at severall doores.
[710]
Row.
Now Pedro ?
Ped.
Very busie Master Rowland.
Row.
What haste man?
Ped.
I beseech you pardon me,
I am not mine own man.
Row.
Thou art not mad?
Ped.
No; but beleeve me, as hasty____
Row.
The cause good Pedro?
Ped.
There be a thousand sir; you are not married?
Row.
Not yet. [720]
Ped.
Keepe your selfe quiet then.
Row.
Why?
Ped.
You'l finde a Fiddle
That never will be tun'd else:
from all women___ Exit.
Row.
What ailes the fellow tro? Iaques?
Enter
Iaq.
Your friend sir.
Iaques,
But very full of businesse.
Row.
Nothing but businesse?
Prethee the reason, is there any
dying?
Jaq.
I would there were sir.
[730]
Row.
But thy businesse?
Iaq.
Ile tell you in a word,
I am sent to lay
An imposition upon Sowse and Puddings,
Pasties, and Penny Custards, that
the women
May not releeve yon Rebels: Fare
ye well sir.
Row.
How does my Mistresse?
Iaq.
Like a resty jade.
She's spoil'd for riding.
Exit Iaques.
Row.
What a devill ayle they?
Enter Sophocles.
[740]
Custards, and penney Pasties, Fooles
and Fiddles,
What's' this to'th purpose? O well
met.
Soph.
Now Rowland.
I cannot stay to talk long.
Row.
What's the matter?
Here's stirring, but to what end?
whether goe you?
Soph.
To view the works.
Row.
What workes ?
Soph.
The womens Trenches.
Row.
Trenches ? are such to see?
[750]
Soph.
I doe not jest sir.
Row.
I cannot understand you.
Soph.
Doe not you heare
In what a state of quarrell the
new Bride
Stands with her husband?
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Row.
Let him stand with her, and there's an end.
Soph.
It should be, but by'r Lady
She holds him out at Pikes end, and
defies him,
And now is fortifide; such a Regiment
of Rutters
Never defied men braver: I am sent
[760]
To view their preparation.
Row.
This is newes
Stranger then Armes in the
ayre, you saw not
My gentle Mistresse?
Soph.
Yes, and meditating
Upon some secret businesse, when
she had found it
She leapt for joy, and laugh'd and
straight retir'd
To shun Moroso.
Row.
This may be for me.
Soph.
Will you along ?
[770]
Row.
No.
Soph.
Farewell.
Exit
Sophocles.
Row.
Farewell sir.
What should her musing meane, and
what her joy in't,
If not for my advantage? stay ye;
may not
Enter
That Bob-taile Jade Moroso,
with his Gold,
Livia at
His gew-gaudes, and the hope she
has to send him
one
Quickly to dust, excite this? here
she comes, doore, and
And yonder walkes the Stallion to
discover: Moroso
at
Yet i'le salute her: save you beauteous
mistresse. another
[780]
Livi.
The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you sir.
hark-
Row.
Why doe you looke so strange?
ning.
Liv.
I use to looke sir
Without examination.
Moro.
Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.
Row.
Belike then
The object discontents you?
Liv.
Yes it does.
Row.
Is't come to this? you know me, doe you not?
Liv.
Yes as I may know many by repentance.
[790]
Row.
Why doe you breake your faith?
Liv.
Ile tell you that too,
You are under age, and no band holds
upon you.
Moro.
Excellent wench.
Liv.
Sue out your understanding,
And get more haire, to cover your
bare knuckle
( For Boyes were made for nothing,
but dry kisses, )
And if you can, more manners.
Moro.
Better still.
Liv.
And then if I want Spanish gloves, or stockings,
[800]
A ten-pound waste-coate, or a Nag
to hunt on,
It may be I shall grace you to accept
'em.
Row.
Farewell, and when I credit women more,
May I to Smith-field, and there buy
a Jade,
( And know him to be so ) that breakes
my neck.
Liv.
Because I have knowne you, Ile be thus kinde to
Farewell, and be a man, and i'le
provide you, (you;
Because I see y'are desperate, some
staid Chamber-maid
That may relieve your youth, with
wholesome doctrin.
Mor.
She's mine from all the world: ha wench?
[810]
Liv.
Ha Chicken ? ____ gives him a box o'th eare and
Ex.
Mor.
How's this? I do not love these favours: save you.
Row.
The devill take thee____ wrings him byth'
nose.
Mor.
Oh!
Row.
There's a love token for you: thank me now.
Mor.
Ile thinke on some of ye, and if I live,
My nose alone shall not be plaid
withall.
Exit.
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