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Hip. Indeed, I'll ha' none: indeed I will not. Thrown out to the full length. Why, let me tell Thanks.
you, Pretty fine lodging. I perceive my friend I've seen letters sent from that white hand, Is old in your acquaintance.
Tuning such music to Matheo's ear. Bel. Troth, sir, he comes
Beh Matheo! that's true; but believe it, I As other gentlemen, to spend spare hours:
No sooner had laid hold upon your presence, If yourself like our roof, such as it is,
But straight inine eyes conveyed you to mine Your own acquaintance may be as old as his.
heart. Hip. Say I did like; what welcome should I Hip. Oh! you cannot feign with me. Why, I find?
Abuse his coin, conveying it to your lover, Hip. Why, embrace you; dally with you; kiss. And in the end you shew him a French trick, Faith, tell me; will you leave him and love me? And so you leave him, that a coach may run Bel. I am in bonds to no man, sir.
Between his legs, for breadth. Hip. Why then,
Bel. O, by my soul, You're free for any man: if any, me.
Not I: therein I'll prove an bonest whore, But I must tell you, lady, were you mine, In being true to one, and to no more. You should be all mine. I could brook no sharers; Hip. If any be disposed to trust your oath, I should be covetous, and sweep up all:
Let him ; I'll not be he. I know you feign I should be pleasure's usurer; faith I should. All that you speak. Aye, for a mingled harlot Bel. O fate!
Is true in nothing but in being false. Hip. Why sigh you, lady? may I know? What! shall I teach you how to loath yourself;
Bel. 'Thas never been my fortune yet to single and mildly too, not without sense and reason? Out that one man, whose love could fellow mine, Bel. I am content; I would fain loath myself, As I have ever wished it. O my stars!
If you not love me. Had I but met with one kind gentleman,
Hip. Then if your gracious blood That would have purchased sin alone to himself, Be not all wasted, I shall assay to do't. For his own private use; although scarce proper, Lend me your silence and attention. Indifferent handsome, meetly legg‘d and thigh'd, You have no soul, that makes you weigh so light: And my allowance reasonable- 'faith,
Heaven's treasure bought it, and half-a-crown According to my body, by my troth,
Hath sold it :- for your body
All the town's filth. The sin of many men
Is within you; and thus much I suppose, Hip. This were well, now, to oue but newly That if all your committers stood in rank, fledged,
They'd make a lane, in which your shame might And scarce a day old in this subtle world :
dwell, '[were pretty art, good bird-lime, cunning net. And with their spaces reach from hence to hell. But come, come, faith, confess : how many men Nay, should I urge it more, there have been Have drank this self-same protestation,
kuown, From that red ticing lip?
As many by one harlot maimed and dismemberede Bel. Indeed, not any.
As would ha' stuffed an hospital : this I might Hip. Indeed, and blush not !
Apply to you, and perhaps do you right. Bel. No, in truth, not any.
0! you're as base as any beast that bears; Hip. Indeed! in truth!- how warily you swear? Your body is e’en hired, and so are theirs. 'Tis well, if ill it be not: yet had I
For gold and sparkling jewels" (if he can) The ruffian in me, and were drawn before you You'll let a Jew get you with Christian: But in right colours, I do know indeed,
Be he a Moor, a Tartar, though his face You could not swear indeed, but thunder oaths Looked uglier than a dead man's scull, That should shake heaven, drown the harmonious Could the devil put on a human shape, spheres,
If his purse shake out crowns, up then he gets : And pierce a suul (that loved her Maker's ho- Whores will be rid to hell with golden bits. nour)
So that you're crueller than Turks; for they With horror and amazement.
Sell Christians only, you sell yourselves away. Bel. Shall I swear?
Why, those that love you, hate you : and will term Will you believe me then?
you Hip. Worst then of all :
Liquorish damnation; wish themselves half sank Our sins by custom seem at last but small. After the sin is laid out, and e'en curse Were I but o'er your threshold, a next man,
Their fruitless riot; for what one begets, Aud after him a next, and then a fourth, Another poisons. Lust and murder hit; Slould have this golden hook, and luscious bait, | A tree being often shook, what fruit can knit?
Bel. O me unhappy!
Hip. To give those tears a relish, this I add: Hip. I can vex you more :
You're like the Jews, scattered; in 110 place cerA harlot is like Dunkirk,—true to none; Swallows both English, Spanish, fulsome Dutch, Your days are tedious, your hours burthensome; Back-doored Italian; last of all, the French, And wer't not for full suppers, midnight revels, And he sticks to you, faith! gives you your diet, Dancing, wine, riotous meetings, which do drown Brings you acquainted first with monsieur doctor, And bury quite in you all virtuous thoughts, And then you know what follows.
And on your eye-lids hang so heavily, Beh Misery,
They have no power to look so high as heaven, Rank, stinking, and most loathsome misery. You'd sit and muse on nothing, but despair;
Hip. Methinks a toad is happier than a whore! Curse that devil Lust, that so burns up your blood; That with one poison swells, with thousands more
And in ten thousand shivers break your glass The other stocks her veins. Harlot! fie! fie! For bis temptation. Say, you taste delight, You are the miserablest creatures breathing, To have a golden gull from rise to set, The very slaves of nature; mark me else : To meet you in his bot luxurious arms, You put on rich attires, others' eyes wear them; Yet your nights pay for all: I know you dream You eat, but to supply your blood with sin : Of warrants, whips, and beadles; and then start And this strange curse e'en haunts you to your At a door's windy creak; think ev'ry weazle graves.
To be a constable; and every rat From fools you get, and spend it upon slaves : A long-tailed officer: Are you now not slaves ? Like bears and apes, you're baited and shew tricks Oh! you have damnation without pleasure for it! For money; but your bawd the sweetness licks. Such is the state of harlots. To conclude, Indeed you are their journey-women, and du When you are old, and can well paint no more, All base and damned works they list set you to : You turn bawd, and are then worse than before. So that you ne'er are rich; for do but shew me, Make use of this. Farewell. In present memory, or in ages past,
Bel. O, I pray stay. The fairest and most famous courtezan,
Hip. See, Matheu comes not: time hath barred Whose flesh was dear'st; that raised the price of sin,
Would all the harlots in the town had heard me! And held it up: to whose intemperate bosom,
[Erit. Princes, earls, lords, the worst has been a knight, Bel. Stay yet a little longer !-no; quite gone. The meanest a gentleman, have offered up
Cursed be that minute, for it was po more, Whole hecatombs of sighs, and rained in showers (So soon a maid is changed into a whore) Handfuls of gold; yet for all this, at last Wherein I first fell ! be it for ever black ! Diseases suckt her marrow; then grew so poor,
Yet why should sweet Hipolito shun mine eyes, That she has begged, e'en at a beggar's door. For whose true love I would become pure honest, And (wherein heaven has a finger) when this idol, Hate the world's mixtures, and the smiles of gold. From coast to coast has leaped on foreign shores, Am I not fair? why should he fly me then? And had more worship, than th' outlandish Fair creatures are desired, not scorned of men. whores;
How many gallants have drunk healths to me, When several nations have gone over her ; 39 Out of their dagger'd arms, and thought them When for each several city she has seen
blest, Her maidenhead has been new, and been sold Enjoying but mine eyes at prodigal feasts ! dear,
And does Hipolito detest my love? Did live well there, and might have died unknown, Oh, sure their heedless lusts but flattered me; And undefamed; back comes she to her own; I am not pleasing, beautiful, nor young. Aud there both miserably lives and dies, Hipolito hath spied some ugly blemish, Scorned even of those that once adored her eyes; Eclipsing all my beauties. I am foul ! As if her fatal-circled life thus ran,
Harlot! aye, that's the spot that taints my soul ! Her pride should end there where it first began. What! has he left bis weapon here behind him, What, do you weep to hear your story read? And gone forgetful? O fit instrument Nay, if you spoil your cheeks, I'll read no more. To let forth all the poison of my fesh! Bel. O, yes, I pray proceed;
Thy master hates me,'cause my blood hath ranged: Indeed, 'twill do me good to weep, indeed! But when 'tis forth, then he'll believe I'm changed.
39 Out of their dagger'd arms.- To drink a mistress's health in wine mingled with one's own blood was antiently regarded as an act of gallantry. So, in Marston's Dutch Courtezan, 1605 :-" Have I not been drunk to your health, swallowed flag dragons, cat glasses, drunk urine, slabb'd arms, and done all the offices of protested gallantry, for your sake ?" S.
Can. Are you my wife's cousin ?
Fust. I am, sir; what hast thou to do with Hip. Mad woman, what art doing?
that? Bel. Either love me,
Can. O nothing, but you're welcome. Or split my heart upon thy rapier's point.
Fust. The devil's dung in thy teeth! I'll be Yet do not neither ; for thou then destroy'st welcome whether thou wilt or no: aye, what That which I love thee for, thy virtues. Here, ring's this, cuz? very pretty and fantastical i'faith, here,
let's see it. Thou'rt crueller, and kill'st me with disdain : Wife. Puh! nay, you wrench my finger. To die so sheds no blood, yet 'tis worse pain. Füst. I ha' sworn I'll ha' it, and I hope you
[Erit Hipolito. will not let my oaths be 46 cracked in the ring, Not speak to me! not bid farewell! a scorn! will you? I hope, sir, you are not melancholy at Hated! this must not be; some means I'll try; this: for all your great looks, are you angry? Would all whores were as honest now, as I!" Can. Angry! not I, sir: nay, if she can part
[Exit. So easily with her ring, 'tis with my heart. SCENE VII.
George. Suffer this, sir, and suffer all; a whore
son gull toEnter CANDIDO, his Wife, GEORGE, and two
Can. Peace, George; when she has reaped 'Prentices in the Shop; Fustigo enters, walk
what I have sown, ing by.
She'll say, one grain tastes better of her own, George. See, gentlemen, what you lack: a fine Than whole sheaves gathered from another's holland, a fine cambrick : see what you buy.
land; 1 'Pren. Holland for shirts, cambrick for Wit's never good till bought at a dear hand. bands;
George. But in the nean time she makes an What is't you lack ?
ass of somebody. Fust. 'Šioot, I lack'em all; nay, more, I lack 2. 'Pren. See, see, see, sir, as you turn your money to buy'em. Let me see, let me look again; back, they do nothing but kiss. 'mass this is the shop-What, cuz! sweet cuz! Can. No matter, let'em : 42 when I touch ber how do'st, i'faith, since last night after candle
lip, light? We had good sport, faith; had we not? | I shall not feel his kisses, no nor miss; And when shall's laugh again?
Aud of her lip, no harm in kissing is. Wife. When you will, cousin.
Look to your business, pray make up your wares. Fust. Spoke like a kind Lacedemonian. I see Fust. Troth, cuz, and well reinembered! I yonder's thy husband,
would thou wouldst give me five yards of lawn, Wife. Aye, there's the sweet youth, God bless to make my punck some falling bands of the fahim.
shion, three falling one upon another; for that's Fust. And how is't, cousin ? and how, how is't, the new edition now; she's out of linen horribly thou squall ?
too; troth, she's never a good smock to her back Wife. Well, cousin, how fare you?
neither, but one that has a great many patches Fust. How fare I ? troth, for sixpence a meal, in't, and that I'm fain to wear myself for want of wench, as well as heart can wish, with calves' 40 shift ton; pr’ythee put me into some wholesome chaldrons and chitterlings; besides, I have a punk napery,
43 and bestow some clean commodities after supper, as good as a roasted apple.
40 Chaldron.—Or, as it is oftener spelt, chaodron, i. e. says Mr Steevens, (Note on Macbeth, A. 4. S. 1.) “ Entrails ; a word formerly in common use in the books of cookery, in one of which, printed in 1591, I meet with a receipt to make a pudding of a calf's chaldron. At the coronation feast of Elizabeth of
York, queen of Henry VII. among other dishes, one was, “ swan with a chaudron," meaning, I suppose, roasted with entrails in it, or undrawn." See Ives's Select Papers, No. 3. p. 141.
41 Crack'd in the ring.– This phrase occurs in Hamlet, A. 2. S. 2. and Dr Johnson explains it to be crack'd too much for use. See instances produced by Mr Steevens. Again, in Your five Gallants, by Middleton, Sign D. 2:“ Here's Mistresse Rose noble has lost her maidenhead, crackt in the ring, sbee's good enough for gainsters,” &c.
When I touch her lip,
“ I slept the next nigbt well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips." 43 Napery.- Napery signifies linen in general. So, in Dekker's Belman of London, Sign. G 4:" – At which time they lift away Goblets or other pieces of plate, nappery, or any thing worth ventring for."
See also Mr Steeveus's Note on Othello, A. 3. S. 3.
upon a fool ?
Wife. Reach me those cambricks and the Can. Nay see, you anger her; George, pr'ythee lawns hither.
dispatch. Can. What to do, wife ? to lavish out my goods 2 Pren. Two of the choicest pieces are in the
warehouse, sir. Fust. Fool! Snails eat the fool, or I'll so bat- Can. Go fetch them presently. [Erit 1 Prentice. ter your crown, that it shall scarce go for five Fust. Aye, do, make haste, sirrah. shillings.
Can. Why were you such a stranger all this 2 Pren. Do you hear, sir? y’are best be quiet, while, being my wife's cousin ? and say a fool tells you so.
Fust. Stranger ! no, sir, I am a natural Milaner Fust, Nails, I think so, for thou tellest me. born. Can. Are you angry, sir, because I named tisee Can. I perceive still it is your natural guise to fool?
mistake me; but you are welcome, sir, I much Trust me, you are not wise, in mine own house wish your acquaintance. And to my face to play the antic thus;
Fust. My acquaintance ! I scorn that i'faith. If you'll needs play the madman, chuse a stage I hope my acquaintance goes in chains of gold Of lesser compass, where few eyes may note three and fifty times double; you know who I Your action's error; but if still you miss, mean, cuz; 44 the posts of his gate are a paintAs here you do, for one clap, ten will hiss. ing too. Fust. Zounds, cousin, he talks to me, as if I
Enter the Second Prentice. were a scurvy tragedian.
2 Pren. Sírrah, George, I have thought upon 2 Pren. Signor Pandulfo, the merchant, desires a device how to break his pate, beat him soundly, conference with you. and ship him away.
Can. Signor Pandulfo ? I'll be with him straight. George. Do it.
Attend your mistress and the gentleman. [Erit. 2 Pren. I'll go in, pass through the house, give Wife. When do you show those pieces? some of our fellow-prentices the watch-word Fust. Aye, when do you show those pieces? when they shall enter, then come and fetch my Omnes. Presently, sir, presently, we are but master in by a while, and place one in the hall to charging them. hold him in conference, whilst we cudgel the cull Fust. Come, sirrah, you 4s flat cap, where be out of his coxcomb.
those whites? George. Do't; away, do't.
George. Flat-cap? hark in your ear, sir, you're Wife. Must I call twice for these cambricks a flat fool, an ass, a gull, and I'll thrumb you; and lawns ?
do you see this cambrick, sir?
44 The posts of his gate are a painting too.-i. e. He will soon be sheriff. At the door of that officer large posts, on which it was customary to stick proclamations, were always set up. So, in 4 Woman never vea'd, by Rowley, 1632 :
“ If e'er I live to see thee Sheriff of London,
I'll gild thy posts,”-S.
“ How long should I be, ere I should put off
To the Lord Chancellor's tomb, or the sheriff''s posts ?”. Mr Whalley observes, that it was usual, out of respect, to read the proclamations fastened on the sheriff's posts bare-headed.
45 Flat-cap.-Flal-caps, like those now worn by the children belonging to Christ Church Hospital, and to the apprentices of Bridewell, were, I apprehend, formerly part of the dress particularly confined to the Citizens of London. They are mentioned as such in several contemporary writers. As Ben Jonson, in Every Man in his Humour, A. 2. S. 1:
“ Make their loose comments upon every word,
From my flat-cap, unto my shining shoes."
Dekker's Wonderful Yeare, 1603 : “ For those misbelieving Pagans, the Plough-drivers, those worse than infidels, that like their swine) never looke up so high as heaven, when citizens borded them, they wrung their hands, and wisht rather they had fallne into the hands of Spaniards : for the sight of a flatcap was more dreadful to a Lob, than the discharging of a caliver.”
Dekker's Newes from Hell, 1606:“- You may eyther meete him at dicing ordinaries like a captayne, at cocke-pits like a young countrey gentleman ; or else at a bowling-ally in a flat-cap like a Shopkeeper."
Fust. 'Sfoot, cuz, a good jest, did you hear him? Wife. They are of your keeping, sir; alas, poor he told me in my ear, I was a flat fool, an ass, a brother! gull, and I'll thrumb you; do you see this cam- Fust. l'faith they have peppered me, sister! brick, sir?
look, does it not spin? call you these prentices? Wife. What, not my men, I hope?
I'll never play ai cards more when c.ubs is Fust. No, not your men, but one of your men, trump. I have a good coxcomb, sister, have i'faith.
I not? 1 Pren. I pray, sir, come hither; what say you Can. Sister, and brother ! brother to my wife? to this? here's an excellent good one.
Fust. If you have any skill in heraldry, you Fust. Aye marry, this likes me well; cut me may soon kuow that; break but her pare, and off some half score yards.
you shall see her blood and mine is all one. 2 Pren. Let your wbores cut; you're an impu- Can. A surgeon ! run, a surgeon! Why then dent coxcomb, you get none, and yet I'll thrumb wore you that forged name of cousin? you.—A very good cambrick, sir.
Fust. Because its a common thing to call cuz, Fust. Again, again, as God judge me : 'sfoot, and mingle now a-days all the world over. cuz, they stand thrumming here with me all day, Can. Cousin! a name of much deceit, folly, and yet I get nothing.
and sin; PT A word I pray, sir; you must not be For under that common abused word, angry, prentices have hot bloods, young fellows. Many an honest-tempered citizen What say you to this piece ? look you, 'tis so de- Is made a monster, and his wife trained out licate, so soft, so even, so fine a thread, that a To foul adulterous action, full of fraud. Jarly may wear it.
may well call that word a city's bawd. Fust." 'Sfoot I think so, if a knight marry my Fust. Troth, brother, my sister would needs punk, a lady shall wear it; cut me off twenty have me take upon me to gull your patience a yards; thou art an honest lad.
little; but it has made double +6 gules on my 1 Pren. Not without money, gull, and I'll coxcomb. thrumb you too.
Wife. What, playing the woman? blabbing Omnes. Gull, we'll thrumb you.
now, you fool? Fust. Olord, sister, did you not hear some- Can. O, my wife did but exercise a jest upon thing cry thrumb? zounds! your men here make your wit. a plain ass of me.
Fust. 'Sfoot, my wit bleeds for't, methinks. Wife. What, to my face so impudent?
Can. Then let this warning more of sense af George. Aye, in a cause so honest; we'll not The name of cousin is a bloody word.
suffer Our master's goods to vanish moneyless.
Fust. I'll ne'er call cuz again whilst I live, to Wife. You will not suffer them!
have such a coil about it; this should be a coro2 Pren. No, and you may blush,
nation-day; for my head runs claret lustily. In going about to vex so mild a breast,
[Erit, As is our master's. Wife. Take away those pieces,
Enter an Officer. Cousin; I give them freely.
Can. 47 Go, wish the surgeon to have great reFust. Mass, and I'll take them as freely.
spect. Omnes. We'll make you lay them down again How now, my friend ! what, do they sit today? more freely.
Offi. Yes, sir, they expect you at the senateWife. Help ! Help! my brother will be mur
Can. I thank your pains, I'll not be last man Enter CANDIDO.
My gown, George go, my gown. A happy land, Can. How now, what coil is here? forbear, I where grave men ineet each cause to understand,
Whose consciences are not cut out in bribes, George. He calls us flat-caps, and abuses us. To gull the poor man's right; but in even scales
Can. Why, sirs, do such examples flow from Peize rich and poor, without corruption's veils. me?
Come, where's the gown?
46 Gules.-Gulls in the Editions of 1615, 1616, 1635. 47 Go, wish the surgeon, &c.—To wish, was, in the language of the times, to recommend, or desire. So, in The City Night Cap, vol. xi. p. 305 : “ She looks for one, they call father Antony, sir; and he's visad to her by Maduna Lussuriosa,"