The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse Dekker, Thomas; Middleton, Thomas This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A07524 of text S121842 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 17908). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. Martin Mueller Incompletely or incorrectly transcribed words were reviewed and in many cases fixed by Melina Yeh Keren Yi This text has not been fully proofread EarlyPrint Project Evanston IL, Notre Dame IN, St.Louis, Washington MO 2017 Distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License A07524.xml The roaring girle. Or Moll Cut-Purse. As it hath lately beene acted on the Fortune-stage by the Prince his Players. Written by T. Middleton and T. Dekkar. Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627. 47 600dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Michigan, Digital Library Production Service Ann Arbor, Michigan 2003 May (TCP phase 1) 99857004 STC (2nd ed.) 17908. Greg, I, 298. 22663 A07524

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 The roaring girle. Or Moll Cut-Purse. As it hath lately beene acted on the Fortune-stage by the Prince his Players. Written by T. Middleton and T. Dekkar. Roaring girle Moll Cut-Purse. Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627. Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632. [96] p. [By Nicholas Okes] for Thomas Archer, and are to be sold at his shop in Popes head-pallace, neere the Royall Exchange, Printed at London : 1611. 1611

Moll Cut-Purse was the alias of Mary Frith.

Partly in verse.

Printer's name from STC.

Signatures: A-M4.

The first leaf and the last leaf are blank.

For stop-press variants see "Studies in bibliography" 37, p. 159-70.

Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery.

 Cutpurse, Moll, -- 1584?-1659 -- Drama -- Early works to 1800. Brigands and robbers -- Drama -- Early works to 1800. A07524 shc The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse Dekker, Thomas Middleton, Thomas Melina Yeh Keren Yi 1611 play comedy shc no A07524 S121842 (STC 17908). 32578 0 0 0 1000.31B The rate of 0.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. Incorporated ~ 10,000 textual changes made to the SHC corpus by Hannah Bredar, Kate Needham, and Lydia Zoells between April and July 2015 during visits, separately or together, to the Bodleian, Folger and Houghton Libraries as well as the Rare Book Libraries at Northwestern University and the University of Chicago

The Roaring Girle . OR Moll Cut-Purse .

As it hath lately beene Acted on the Fortune-stage by the Prince his Players .

Written by T. Middleton and T. Dekkar .

My case is alter'd , I must worke for my liuing .

Printed at London for Thomas Archer , and are to be sold at his shop in Popes head-pallace , neere the Royall Exchange . 1611 .

To the Comicke , Play-readers , Venery , and Laughter .

THE fashion of play-making , I can properly compare to nothing , so naturally , as the alteration in apparell : For in the time of the Great-crop-doublet , your huge bombasted plaies , quilted with mighty words to leane purpose was onely then in fashion . And as the doublet fell , neater inuentions beganne to set vp . Now in the time of sprucenes , our plaies followe the nicenes of our Garments , single plots , quaint conceits , letcherous iests , drest vp in hanging sleeues , and those are fit for the Times , and the Tearmers : Such a kind of light-colour Summer stuffe , mingled with diuerse colours , you shall finde this published Comedy , good to keepe you in an afternoone from dice , at home in your chambers ; and for venery you shall finde enough , for sixepence , but well coucht and you marke it . For Venus being a woman passes through the play in doublet and breeches , a braue disguise and a safe one , if the Statute vnty not her cod-peece point . The book I make no question , but is fit for many of your companies , as well as the person itselfe , and may bee allowed both Gallery roome at the play-house , and chamber-roome at your lodging : worse things I must needs confesse the world ha's taxt her for , then has beene written of her ; but 't is the excellency of a Writer , to leaue things better then he finds 'em ; though some obscoene fellow ( that cares not what he writes against others , yet keepes a mysticall baudy-house himselfe , and entertaines drunkards , to make vse of their pockets , and vent his priuate bottle-ale at mid-night ) though such a one would haue ript vp the most nasty vice , that euer hell belcht forth , and presented it to a modest Assembly ; yet we rather wish in such discoueries , where reputation lies bleeding , a slackenesse of truth , then fulnesse of slander .

THOMAS MIDDLETON .
Prologus . A Play ( expected long ) makes the Audience looke For wonders : � that each Scoene should be a booke , Compos'd to all perfection ; each one comes And brings a play in 's head with him : vp he summes , What he would of a Roaring Girle haue writ ; If that he findes not here , he mewes at it . Onely we intreate you thinke our Scoene . Cannot speake high ( the subiect being but meane ) A Roaring Girle ( whose notes till now neuer were ) Shall fill with laughter our vast Theater , That 's all which I dare promise : Tragick passion , And such graue stuffe , is this day out of fashion . I see attention sets wide ope her gates Of hearing , and with couetous listning waites , To know what Girle , this Roaring Girle should be . ( For of that Tribe are many . ) One is shee That roares at midnight in deepe Tauerne bowles , That beates the watch , and Constables controuls ; Another roares i' th day time , sweares , stabbes , giues braues , Yet sells her soule to the lust of fooles and slaues . Both these are Suburbe-roarers . Then there 's ( besides ) A ciuill Citty Roaring Girle , whose pride , Feasting , and riding , shakes her husbands state , And leaues him Roaring through an yron grate . None of these Roaring Girles is ours : shee flies VVith wings more lofty . Thus her character lyes , Yet what neede characters ? when to giue a gesse , Is better then the person to expresse ; But would you know who 't is ? would you heare her name ? Shee is cal'd madde Moll ; her life , our acts proclaime .
Dramatis Personae . Sir Alexander Wentgrane , and Neats-foot his man . Sir Adam Appleton . Sir Dauy Dapper . Sir Bewteous Ganymed . Lord Noland . Yong Wentgrane , Iacke Dapper , and Gull his page . Goshawke . Grèenewit . Luxton . Tilt-yard . Ciues & Vxores . Openworke . Gallipot .
Mol the Roaring Girle . Trapdoore . Sir Guy Fitz-allard . Mary Fitz-allard his daughter . Curtilax a Sergiant , and Hanger his Yeoman . Ministri .
The Roaring Girle . Act. 1. Scoe. 1. Enter Mary Fitz-Allard disguised like a sempster with a case for bands , and Neatfoot a seruingman with her , with a napkin on his shoulder , and a trencher in his hand as from table . Neatfoote .

THe yong gentleman ( our young maister ) Sir Alexanders sonne , is it into his eares ( sweet Damsell ) ( embleme of fragility ) you desire to haue a message transported , or to be transcendent .

Mary

A priuate word or two Sir , nothing else .

Neat.

You shall fructifie in that which you come for : your pleasure shall be satisfied to your full contentation : I will ( fairest tree of generation ) watch when our young maister is erected , ( that is to say vp ) and deliuer him to this your most white hand .

Mary Thankes sir . Neat.

And withall certifie him , that I haue culled out for him ( now his belly is replenished ) a daintier bit or modicome then any lay vpon his trencher at dinner � hath he notion of your name , I beseech your chastitie .

Mary One Sir , of whom he be spake falling bands . Neat.

Falling bands , it shall so be giuen him , � � if you please to venture your modesty in the hall , amongst a curlepated company of rude seruingmen , and take such as they can set before you , you shall be most seriously , and ingeniously welcome .

Mary I haue dyed indeed already sir . Neat.

� � Or will you vouchsafe to kisse the lip of a cup of rich Orleans in the buttry amongst our waiting women .

Mary Not now in truth sir . Neat.

Our yong Maister shall then haue a feeling of your being here presently it shall so be giuen him .

Exit Neatfoote , Mary I humbly thanke you sir , but that my bosome Is full of bitter sorrowes , I could smile , To see this formall Ape play Antick tricks : But in my breast a poysoned arrow stickes , And smiles cannot become me , Loue wouen sleightly ( Such as thy false heart makes ) weares out as lightly , But loue being truely bred i th the soule ( like mine ) Bleeds euen to death , at the least wound it takes , The more we quench this , the lesse it slakes : Oh me ! Enter Sebastian Wengraue with Neatfoote . Seb. A Sempster speake with me , saist thou . Neat.

Yes sir , she 's there , viua voce , to deliuer her auricular confession .

Seb. With me sweet heart . What i st ? Mary I haue brought home your bands sir . Seb. Bands : Neatfoote . Neat. Sir . Seb. Prithee look in , for all the Gentlemen are vpon rising . Neat. Yes sir , a most methodicall attendance shall be giuen . Seb.

And dost heare , if my father call for me , say I am busy with a Sempster .

Neat.

Yes sir , hee shall know it that you are busied with a needle woman .

Seb. In 's eare good Neat-foote , Neat. It shall be so giuen him . Exit Neat-foote . Seb.

Bands , y' are mistaken sweete heart , I bespake none , when , where , I prithee , what bands , let me see them .

Mary Yes sir , a bond fast sealed , with solemne oathes , Subscribed vnto ( as I thought ) with your soule : Deliuered as your deed in sight of heauen , Is this bond canceld , haue you forgot me . Seb. Ha! life of my life : Sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter , What has transform'd my loue to this strange shape ? Stay : make all sure , � so : now speake and be briefe , Because the wolfe 's at dore that lyes in waite , To prey vpon vs both albeit mine eyes Are blest by thine , yet this so strange disguise Holds me with feare and wonder . Mary Mines a loathed sight , Why from it are you banisht else so long . Seb. I must cut short my speech , in broken language , Thus much sweete Moll , I must thy company shun , I court another Moll , my thoughts must run , As a horse runs , that 's blind , round in a Mill , Out euery step , yet keeping one path still . Mary Vmh : must you shun my company , in one knot Haue both our hands by t'h hands of heauen bene tyed , Now to be broke , I thought me once your Bride : Our fathers did agree on the time when , And must another bed-fellow fill my roome . Seb. Sweete maid , le ts loose no time , t is in heauens booke Set downe , that I must haue thee : an oath we tooke , To keep our vowes , but when the knight your father Was from mine parted , stormes began to sit Vpon my couetous fathers brow : which fell From them on me , he reckond vp what gold This marriage would draw from him , at which he swore , To loose so much bloud , could not grieue him more . He then diswades me from thee , cal'd thee not faire , And askt what is shee , but a beggars heire ? He scorn'd thy dowry of ( 5000 ) Markes . If such a summe of mony could be found , And I would match with that , hee 'd not vndoe it , Prouided his bags might adde nothing to it , But vow'd , if I tooke thee , nay more , did sweare it , Saue birth from him I nothing should inherit . Mary What followes then , my ship-wracke . Seb. Dearest no : Tho wildly in a laborinth I go , My end is to meete thee : with a side winde Must I now saile , else I no hauen can finde But both must sinke for euer . There 's a wench Cal'd Mol , mad Mol , or merry Moll , a creature So strange in quality , a whole citty takes Note of her name and person , all that affection I owe to thee , on her in counterfet passion , I spend to mad my father : he beleeues I doate vpon this Roaring Girle , and grieues As it becomes a father for a sonne , That could be so bewitcht : yet I le go on This croked way , sigh still for her , faine dreames , In which I le talke onely of her , these streames Shall , I hope , force my father to consent That heere I anchor rather then be rent Vpon a rocke so dangerous , Art thou pleas'd , Because thou seest we are way-laid , that I take A path that 's safe , tho it be farre about , Mary My prayers with heauen guide thee , Seb. Then I will on , My father is at hand , kisse and begon ; Howres shall be watcht for meetings ; I must now As men for feare , to a strange I doll bow . Mary Farewell . Seb. I le guide thee forth , when next we meete , A story of Moll shall make our mirth more sweet . Exeunt Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue , Sir Dauy Dapper , Sir Adam Appleton , Goshake , Laxton , and Gentlemen . Omnes Thanks good Sir Alexander for our bounteous cheere : Alex. Fy , fy , in giuing thankes you pay to deare . S. Dap. When bounty spreades the table , faith t' were sinne , ( at going of ) if thankes should not step in . Alex. No more of thankes , no more , I mary Sir , Th' inner roome was too close , how do you like This Parlour Gentlmen ? Omnes Oh passing well . Adam What a sweet breath the aire casts heere , so coole , Gosh. I like the prospect best . Lax. See how t is furnisht . S. Dap. A very faire sweete roome . Alex. Sir Dauy Dapper , The furniture that doth adorne this roome , Cost many a faire gray groat ere it came here , But good things are most cheape , when th' are most deere , Nay when you looke into my galleries , How brauely they are trim'd vp , you all shall sweare Y are highly pleasd to see what 's set downe there : Stories of men and women ( mixt together Faire ones with foule , like sun-shine in wet wether ) Within one square a thousand heads are laid So close , that all of heads , the roome seeemes made , As many faces there ( fill'd with blith lookes ) Shew like the promising titles of new bookes , ( Writ merily ) the Readers being their owne eyes , Which seeme to moue and to giue plaudities , And here and there ( whilst with obsequious eares , Throng'd heapes do listen ) a cut purse thrusts and leeres With haukes eyes for his prey : I need not shew him , By a hanging villanous looke , your selues may know him , The face is drawne so rarely , Then sir below , The very flowre ( as t were ) waues to and fro , And like a floating Iland , seemes to moue , Vpon a sea bound in with shores aboue , Enter Sebastian and M. Greene-wit . Omnes . These sights are excellent . Alex. I 'le shew you all , Since we are met , make our parting Comicall . Seb. This gentleman ( my friend ) will take his leaue Sir . Alex. Ha , take his leaue ( Sebastian ) who ? Seb. This gentleman . Alex. Your loue sir , has already giuen me some time , And if you please to trust my age with more , It shall pay double interest : Good sir stay . Green. I haue beene too bold . Alex. Not so sir . A merry day Mongst friends being spent , is better then gold sau'd . Some wine , some wine . Where be these knaues I keepe . Enter three or foure Seruingmen , and Neatfoote . Neat. At your worshipfull elbow , sir . Alex. You are kissing my maids , drinking , or fast asleep . Neat. Your worship has giuen it vs right . Alex. You varlets stirre , Chaires , stooles and cushions : pre'thee sir Dauy Dapper , Make that chaire thine . Sir Dap. T is but an easie gift , And yet I thanke you for it sir , I 'le take it . Alex. A chaire for old sir Adam Appleton . Neat. A backe friend to your worship . Adam . Mary good Neatfoot , I thanke thee for it : backe friends sometimes are good . Alex. Pray make that stoole your pearch , good M. Goshawke . Gosh. I stoope to your lure sir . Alex. Sonne Sebastian , Take Maister Greenewit to you . Seb. Sit deere friend . Alex. Nay maister Laxton � furnish maister Laxton With what he wants ( a stone ) a stoole I would say , a stoole . Laxton . I had rather stand sir . Exeunt seruants . Alex. I know you had ( good M. Laxton . ) So , so � Now here 's a messe of friends , and ( gentlemen ) Because times glasse shall not be running long , I 'le quicken it with a pretty tale . Sir Dap. Good tales do well , In these bad dayes , where vice does so excell . Adam . Begin sir Alexander . Alex. Last day I met An aged man vpon whose head was scor'd , A debt of iust so many yeares as these , Which I owe to my graue , the man you all know . Omnes . His name I pray you sir . Alex. Nay you shall pardon me , But when he saw me ( with a sigh that brake , Or seem'd to breake his heart-strings ) thus he spake : Oh my good knight , saies he , ( and then his eies Were richer euen by that which made them poore , They had spent so many teares they had no more . ) Oh sir ( saies he ) you know it , for you ha seene Blessings to raine vpon mine house and me : Fortune ( who slaues men ) was my slaue : her wheele Hath spun me golden threads , for I thanke heauen , I nere had but one cause to curse my starres , I ask't him then , what that one cause might be . Omnes . So Sir . Alex. He paus'd , and as we often see , A sea so much becalm'd , there can be found No wrinckle on his brow , his waues being drownd In their owne rage : but when th' imperious wind , Vse strange inuisible tyranny to shake Both heauens and earths foundation at their noyse : The seas swelling with wrath to part that fray Rise vp , and are more wild , more mad , then they . Euen so this good old man was by my question Stir'd vp to roughnesse , you might see his gall Flow euen in 's eies : then grew he fantasticall . Sir Dap. Fantasticall , ha , ha . Alex. Yes , and talke odly . Adam . Pray sir proceed , How did this old man end ? Alex. Mary sir thus . He left his wild fit to read ore his cards , Yet then ( though age cast snow on all his haires ) He ioy'd because ( saies he ) the God of gold Has beene to me no niggard : that disease ( Of which all old men sicken ) Auarice Neuer infected me . Lax. He meanes not himselfe i 'me sure . Alex. For like a lamp , Fed with continuall oyle , I spend and throw My light to all that need it , yet haue still Enough to serue my selfe , oh but ( quoth he ) Tho heauens-dew fall , thus on this aged tree , I haue a sonne that 's like a wedge doth cleaue , My very heart roote , S , Dap. Had he such a sonne , Seb, Now I do smell a fox strongly . Alex. Le ts see : no Maister Greene-wit is not yet So mellow in yeares as he ; but as like Sebastian , Iust like my sonne Sebastian , � such another . Seb.

How finely like a fencer my father fetches his by-blows to hit me , but if I beate you not at your owne weapon of subtilty .

Alex. This sonne ( saith he ) that should be The columne and maine arch vnto my house , The crutch vnto my age , becomes a whirlewind Shaking the firme foundation , Adam T is some prodigall . Seba. Well shot old Adam Bell . Alex. No citty monster neither , no prodigall , But sparing , wary , ciuill , and ( tho wiuelesse ) An excellent husband , and such a traueller , He has more tongues in his head then some haue teeth , S. Dap. I haue but two in myne Gosh. So sparing and so wary , What then could vex his father so . Alex. Oh a woman . Seb. A flesh fly , that can vex any man . Alex. A scuruy woman , On whom the passionate old man swore he doated : A creature ( saith he ) nature hath brought forth To mocke the sex of woman . � It is a thing One knowes not how to name , her birth began Ere she was all made . T is woman more then man , Man more then woman , and ( which to none can hap ) The Sunne giues her two shadowes to one shape , Nay more , let this strange thing , walke , stand or sit , No blazing starre drawes more eyes after it . S. Dap. A Monster , t is some Monster . Alex. Shee 's a varlet . Seb. Now is my cue to bristle . Alex. A naughty packe . Seb. T is false . Alex. Ha boy . Seb. T is false . Alex. What 's false , I say shee 's nought . Seb. I say that tongue That dares speake so ( but yours ) stickes in the throate Of a ranke villaine , set your selfe aside . � Alex. So sir what then . Seb. Any here else had lyed . I thinke I shall fit you � aside . Alex. Lye . Seb. Yes . Sir Dap. Doth this concerne him . Alex. Ah sirra boy . Is your bloud heated : boyles it : are you stung , I le pierce you deeper yet : oh my deere friends , I am that wretched father , this that sonne , That sees his ruine , yet headlong on doth run . Adam . Will you loue such a poyson . S. Dap. Fye , fye . Seb. Y' are all mad . Alex. Th' art sicke at heart , yet feelst it not : of all these , What Gentleman ( but thou ) knowing his disease Mortall , would shun the cure : oh Maister Greenewit , Would you to such an Idoll bow . Greene. Not I sir . Alex. Heer 's Maister Laxton , has he mind to a woman As thou hast . Lax. No not I sir . Alex. Sir I know it . Lax. There good parts are so rare , there bad so common , I will haue nought to do with any woman . Sir Dap. T is well done Maister Laxton . Alex. Oh thou cruell boy , Thou wouldst with lust an old mans life destroy , Because thou seest I 'me halfe way in my graue , Thou shouelst dust vpon me : wod thou mightest haue Thy wish , most wicked , most vnnaturall . Dap. Why sir , t is thought , sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter Shall wed your sonne Sebastian . Alex. Sir Dauy Dapper . I haue vpon my knees , wood this fond boy , To take that vertuous maiden . Seb. Harke you a word sir . You on your knees haue curst that vertuous maiden , And me for louing her , yet do you now Thus baffle me to my face : were not your knees In such intreates , giue me Fitz-Allards daughter . Alex. I le giue thee rats-bane rather . Seb. Well then you know What dish I meane to feed vpon . Alex. Harke Gentlemen , He sweares to haue this cut-purse drab , to spite my gall . Omnes . Maister Sebastian . Seb. I am deafe to you all . I me so bewitcht , so bound to my desires , Teares , prayers , threats , nothing can quench out those fires That burne within me . Exit Sebastian . Alex. Her bloud shall quench it then , Loose him not , oh diswade him Gentlemen . Sir Dap. He shall be weand I warrant you . Alex. Before his eyes Lay downe his shame , my griefe , his miseries . Omnes . No more , no more , away . Exeunt all but sir Alexander . Alex. I wash a Negro , Loosing both paines and cost : but take thy flight , I le be most neere thee , when I 'me least in sight . Wilde Bucke I le hunt thee breathlesse , thou shalt run on , But I will turne thee when I 'me not thought vpon . Enter Ralph Trapdore : Now sirra what are you , leaue your Apes trickes and speake . Trap. A letter from my Captaine to your Worship . Alex.

Oh , oh , now I remember t is to preferre thee into my seruice .

Trap.

To be a shifter vnder your Worships nose of a clean trencher , when ther 's a good bit vpon 't .

Alex. Troth honest fellow � humh � ha � let me see , This knaue shall be the axe to hew that downe At which I stumble , has a face that promiseth Much of a villaine , I will grind his wit , And if the edge proue fine make vse of it . Come hither sirra , canst thou be secret , ha . Trap.

As two crafty Atturneys plotting the vndoing of their clyents .

Alex. Didst neuer , as thou hast walkt about this towne Heare of a wench cal'd Moll , mad merry Moll . Trap. Moll cutpurse sir . Alex. The same , dost thou know her then , Trap.

Aswell as I know t will raine vpon Simon and Iudes day next , I will sift all the tauerns i th citty , and drinke halfe pots with all the Watermen at h bankside , but if you will sir I le find her out .

Alex. That task is easy , do ot then , hold thy hand vp . What 's this , i st burnt ? Trap. No sir no , a little sindgd with making fire workes . Alex. Ther 's mony , spend it , that being spent fetch more . Trap.

Oh sir that all the poore souldiers in England had such a leader . For fetching no water Spaniell is like me .

Alex. This wench we speake of , straies so from her kind Nature repents she made her . T is a Mermaid Has told my sonne to shipwracke . Trap. I le cut her combe for you . Alex. I le tell out gold for thee then : hunt her forth , Cast out a line hung full of siluer hookes To catch her to thy company : deepe spendings May draw her that 's most chast to a mans bosome . Trap.

The gingling of Golden bels , and a good foole with a hobbyhorse , wil draw all the whoores i th towne to dance in a morris ,

Alex. Or rather , for that 's best , ( they say sometimes Shee goes in breeches ) follow her as her man . Trap. And when her breeches are off , shee shall follow me . Alex. Beate all thy braines to serue her . Trap.

Zounds sir , as country wenches beate creame , till butter comes .

Alex. Play thou the suttle spider , weaue fine nets To insnare her very life . Trap. Her life . Alex. Yes sucke Her heart-bloud if thou canst , twist thou but cords To catch her , I le finde law to hang her vp . Trap. Spoke like a Worshipfull bencher . Alex. Trace all her steps : at this shee-foxes den Watch what lambs enter : let me play the sheepeheard To saue their throats from bleeding , and cut hers . Trap. This is the goll shall do ot . Alex. Be firme and gaine me Euer thine owne . This done I entertaine thee : How is thy name . Trap. My name sir is Raph Trapdore , honest Raph . Alex. Trapdore , be like thy name , a dangerous step For her to venture on , but vnto me . Trap. As fast as your sole to your boote or shooe sir . Alex. Hence then , be little seene here as thou canst . I le still be at thine elbow . Trap. The trapdores set . Moll if you budge y' are gon : this me shall crowne , A Roaring Boy , the Roaring Girle puts downe , Alex. God a mercy , loose no time . Exeunt . The three shops open in a ranke : the first a Poticaries shop , the next a Fether shop : the third a Sempsters shop : Mistresse Gallipot in the first , Mistresse Tiltyard in the next , Maister Openworke and his wife in the third , to them enters Laxton , Goshawke and Greenewit . Mi. Open.

Gentlemen what i st you lacke . What i st you buy , see fine bands and ruffes , fine lawnes , fine cambrickes , what i st you lacke Gentlemen , what i st you buy ?

Lax. Yonder 's the shop . Gosh. Is that shee . Lax. Peace . Green Shee that minces Tobacco . Lax.

I : shee s a Gentlewoman borne I can tell you , tho it be her hard fortune now to shread Indian pot-hearbes .

Gosh.

Oh sir t is many a good womans fortune , when her husband turns bankrout , to begin with pipes and set vp againe .

Lax.

And indeed the raysing of the woman is the lifting vp of the mans head at all times , if one florish , tother will bud as fast I warrant ye .

Gosh. Come th' art familiarly acquainted there , I grope that . Lax.

And you grope no better i th dark you may chance lye i th ditch when y' are drunke .

Gosh. Go th' art a misticall letcher . Lax.

I will not deny but my credit may take vp an ounce of pure smoake .

Gosh.

May take vp an ell of pure smock ; away go , t is the closest striker . Life I think he co�mits venery 40 foote deepe , no mans aware on 't , I like a palpable smockster go to worke so openly , with the tricks of art , that I 'me as aparantly seen as a naked boy in a viall , & were it not for a guift of trechery that I haue in me to betray my friend whe� he puts most trust in me ( masse yonder hee is too � ) and by his iniurie to make good my accesse to her , I should appeare as defectiue in courting , as a Farmers sonne the first day of his feather , that doth nothing at Court , but woe the hangings and glasse windowes for a month together , and some broken wayting woman for euer after . I find those imperfections in my venerie , that were 't not for flatterie and falshood , I should want discourse and impudence , and hee that wants impudence among women , is worthy to bee kickt out at beds feet . � He shall not see me yet .

Greene. Troth this is finely shred . Lax. Oh women are the bèst mincers . Mist. Gal. ' Thad bin a good phrase for a Cookes wife sir . Lax.

But 't will serue generally , like the front of a newe Almanacke ; as thus : Calculated for the meridian of Cookes wiues , but generally for all Englishwomen .

Mist. Gal. Nay you shall ha'te sir , I haue fild it for you . Shee puts it to the fire . Lax. The pipe 's in a good hand , and I wish mine alwaies so . Gree. But not to be vs'd a that fashion . Lax. O pardon me sir , I vnderstand no french . I pray be couerd . Iacke a pipe of rich smoake . Gosh. Rich smoake ; that 's 6. pence a pipe i st ? Green. To me sweet Lady . Mist. Gal. Be not forgetful ; respect my credit ; seem strange ; Art and Wit makes a foole of suspition : � pray be warie . Lax. Push , I warrant you : � come , how i st gallants ? Green. Pure and excellent . Lax.

I thought 't was good , you were growne so silent ; you are like those that loue not to talke at victuals , tho they make a worse noyse i' the nose then a common fidlers prentice , and discourse a whole Supper with snuffling ; � I must speake a word with you anone .

Mist. Gal. Make your way wisely then . ( ners , Gosh. Oh what else sir , hee 's perfection it selfe , full of man - But not an acre of ground belonging to 'em . Green.

I and full of forme , h 'as ne're a good stoole in 's chamber .

Gosh.

But aboue all religious : hee prayeth daily vpon elder brothers .

Green.

And valiant aboue measure ; h 'as runne three streets from a Serieant .

Lax. Puh , Puh . he blowes tobacco in their faces . Green. Gosh. Oh , puh , ho , ho . Lax. So , so . Mist. Gal. What 's the matter now sir ? Lax.

I protest I 'me in extreame want of money , if you can supply mee now with any meanes , you doe mee the greatest pleasure , next to the bountie of your loue , as euer poore gentleman tasted .

Mist. Gal. What 's the summe would pleasure ye sir ? Tho you deserue nothing lesse at my hands . Lax.

Why 't is but for want of opportunitie thou know'st ; I put her off with opportunitie still : by this light I hate her , but for meanes to keepe me in fashion with gallants ; for what I take from her , I spend vpon other wenches , beare her in hand still ; shee has wit enough to rob her husband , and I waies enough to consume the money : why how now ? what the chin-cough ?

Gosh.

Thou hast the cowardliest tricke to come before a mans face and strangle him ere hee be aware , I could find in my heart to make a quarrell in earnest .

Lax.

Poxe and thou do'st , thou know'st I neuer vse to fight with my friends , thou 'l but loose thy labour in 't . Iacke Dapper !

Enter I. Dapper , and his man Gull . Greene. Mounsier Dapper , I diue downe to your anckles . I. Dap. Saue ye gentlemen all three in a peculiar salute . Gosh.

He were ill to make a lawyer , hee dispatches three at once .

Lax.

So wel said : but is this of the same Tobacco mistresse Gallipot ?

M. Gal. The same you had at first sir . Lax.

I wish it no better : this will serue to drinke at my chamber .

Gosh. Shall we taste a pipe on 't ? Lax.

Not of this by my troth Gentlemen , I haue sworne before you .

Gosh. What not Iacke dapper . Lax.

Pardon me sweet Iacke , I 'me sorry I made such a rash oath , but foolish oathes must stand : where art going Iacke .

Iac. Dap. Faith to buy one fether . Lax. One fether , the foole 's peculiar still . Iac. Dap. Gul. Gul. Maister . Iac. Dap.

Heer 's three halfepence for your ordinary , boy , meete me an howre hence in Powles .

Gul.

How three single halfepence ; life , this will scarce serue a man in sauce , a halporth of mustard , a halporth of oyle , and a halporth of viniger , what 's left then for the pickle herring : this showes like finall beere i th morning after a great surfet of wine ore night , hee could spend his three pound last night in a supper amongst girles and braue baudy-house boyes , I thought his pockets cackeld not for nothing , these are the egs of three pound , I le go sup 'em vp presently .

Exit Gul. Lax.

Fight , nine , ten Angles , good wench ifaith , and one that loues darkenesse well , she puts out a candle with the best tricks of any drugsters wife in England : but that which mads her I raile vpon oportunity still , and take no notice on 't . The other night she would needs lead me into a roome with a candle in her hand to show me a naked picture , where no sooner entred but the candle was sent of an arrant : now I not intending to vnderstand her , but like a puny at the Innes of venery , cal'd for another light innocently , thus reward I all her cunning with simple mistaking . I know she cosens her husband to keepe me , and I le keepe her honest , as long as I can , to make the poore man some part of amends , an honest minde of a whooremaister , how thinke you amongst you , what a fresh pipe , draw in a third man .

Gosh. No your a horder , you ingrose by th ounces . At the Fether shop now . Iac. Dap. Puh I like it not . M. Tiltyard What fether i st you 'ld haue sir . These are most worne and most in fashion , Amongst the Beuer gallants the stone Riders . The priuate stages audience , the twelu peny stool Gentlemen , I can enforme you t is the generall fether . Iac. Dap. And therefore I mislike it , tell me of generall . Now a continuall Simon and Iudes raine Beate all your fethers as flat downe as pancakes . Shew me � � a � spangled fether , Mist. Tilt. Oh to go a feasting with , You 'd haue it for a hinch boy , you shall . At the Sempsters shop now . Maist. Open. Masse I had quite forgot , His Honours footeman was here last night wife , Ha you done with my Lords shirt . Mist. Open. What 's that to you sir , I was this morning at his Honours lodging , Ere such a snake as you crept out of your shell . Maist. Open. Oh 't was well done good wife . Mt. Op. I hold it better sir , then if you had don 't your selfe . Ma. Op.

Nay so say I : but is the Countesses smocke almost donne mouse .

Mi. Op. Here lyes the cambricke sir , but wants I feare mee . Ma. Op. I le resolue you of that presently , Mi. Op. Haida , oh audacious groome , Dare you presume to noble womens linnen , Keepe you your yard to measure sheepeheards holland , I must confine you I see that . At the Tobacco shop now . Gosh. What say you to this geere . Lax. I dare the arrants critticke in Tobacco To lay one falt vpon 't . Enter Mol in a freese Jerkin and a blacke sauegard . Gosh. Life yonder 's Mol . Lax. Mol which Mol . Gosh. honest Mol . Lax. Prithee le ts call her � Mol . All . Mol , Mol , pist Mol . Mol. How now , what 's the matter . Gosh. A pipe of good tobacco Mol . Mol. I cannot stay . Gosh. Nay Moll puh , prethee harke , but one word ifaith . Mol. Well what i st . Green. Prithee come hither sirra . Lax.

Hart I would giue but too much money to be nibling with that wench , life , sh 'as the Spirit of foure great parishes , and a voyce that will drowne all the Citty , me thinkes a braue Captaine might get all his souldiers vpon her , and nere bee beholding to a company of mile-end milke sops , if hee could come on , and come off quicke enough : Such a Moll were a maribone before an Italian , hee would cry bona roba till his ribs were nothing but bone . I le lay hard siege to her , mony is that Aqua fortis , that eates into many a maidenhead , where the wals are flesh & bloud I le euer pierce through with a golden auguer .

Gosh. Now thy iudgement Moll , i st not good ? Mol.

Yes faith t is very good tobacco , how do you sell an an ounce , farewell . God b'y you Mistresse Gallipot ,

Gosh. Why Mol , Mol . Mol.

I cannot stay now ifaith , I am going to buy a shag cuffe , the shop will be shut in presently .

Gosh.

T is the maddest fantasticalst girle : � I neuer knew so much flesh and so much nimblenesse put together .

Lax.

Shee slips from one company to another , like a fat Eele between a Dutchma�s fingers : � I le watch my time for her .

Mist. Gal. Some will not sticke to say shee s a man And some both man and woman . Lax.

That were excellent , she might first cuckold the husband and then make him do as much for the wife .

The Fether shop againe . Moll . Saue you ; how does Mistresse Tiltyard ? I. Dap. Mol . Mol. Iacke Dappper . I. Dap. How dost Mol . Mol. I le tell the by and by , I go but toth ' next shop . I. Dap. Thou shalt find me here this howre about a fether . Mol.

Nay and a fether hold you in play a whole houre , a goose will last you all the daies of your life . Let me see a good shag ruffe .

The Sempster shop . Maist. Open.

Mistresse Mary that shalt thou ifaith , and the best in the shop .

Mist. Open.

How now , greetings , loue tearmes with a pox betweene you , haue I found out one of your haunts , I send you for hollands , and you 're i th the low countries with a mischiefe , I 'me seru'd with good ware by th shift , that makes it lye dead so long vpon my hands , I were as good shut vp shop , for when I open it I take nothing .

Maist. Open.

Nay and you fall a ringing once the diuell cannot stop you , I le out of the Belfry as fast as I can � Moll .

Mist. Open. Get you from my shop . Mol. I come to buy . ( shop Mist. Open. I le sell ye nothing , I warne yee my house and Mol. You goody Openworke , you that prick out a poore liuing And sowes many a bawdy skin-coate together , Thou priuate pandresse betweene shirt and smock , I wish thee for a minute but a man : Thou shouldst neuer vse more shapes , but as th' art I pitty my reuenge , now my spleenes vp , Enter a fellow with a long rapier by his side . I would not mocke it willingly � ha be thankfull . Now I forgiue thee . Mist. Open.

Mary hang thee , I neuer askt forgiuenesse in my life .

Mol. You goodman swinesface . Fellow What wil you murder me . Mol.

You remember slaue , how you abusd me t'other night in a Tauerne .

Fel. Not I by this light . Mol.

No , but by candlelight you did , you haue trickes to saue your oathes , reseruations haue you , and I haue reserued somewhat for you , � as you like that call for more , you know the signe againe .

Fel.

Pox an t , had I brought any company along with mee to haue borne witlesse on 't , 't wold ne're haue grieu'd me , but to be strucke and nobody by , t is my ill fortune still , why tread vpon a worme they say t will turne taile , but indeed a Gentleman should haue more manners .

Exit fellow . Lax.

Gallantly performed ifath Mol , and manfully , I loue thee for euer for t , base rogue , had he offerd but the least counter-buffe , by this hand I was prepared for him .

Mol.

You prepared for him , why should you be prepared for him , was he any more then a man .

Lax.

No nor so much by a yard and a handfull London measure ..

Moll .

Why do you speake this then , doe you thinke I cannot ride a stone horse , vnlesse one lead him by th snaffle .

Lax.

Yes and sit him brauely , I know thou canst Mol , t was but an honest mistake through loue , and I le make amends for t any way , prethee sweete plumpe Mol , when shall thou and I go out a towne together .

Mol. Whether to Tyburne prethee . Lax.

Masse that 's out a towne indeed , thou hangst so many iests vpon thy friends stil . I meane honestly to Brainford , Staines or Ware .

Mol. What to do there . Lax.

Nothing but bee merry and lye together , I 'le hire a coach with foure horses .

Mol.

I thought 't would bee a beastly iourney , you may leaue out one wel , three horses will serue , if I play the iade my selfe .

Lax.

Nay push th' art such another kicking wench , prethee be kind and le ts meete .

Mol. T is hard but we shall meete sir . Lax.

Nay but appoint the place then , there 's ten Angels in faire gold Mol , you see I do not trifle with you , do but say thou wilt meete me , and I le haue a coach ready for thee .

Mol. Why here 's my hand I le meete you sir . Lax. Oh good gold , � the place sweete Mol . Mol. It shal be your appointment . Lax. Somewhat neere Holborne Mol . Mol. In Graies-Inne fields then . Lax. A match . Mol. I le meete you there . Lax. The houre . Mol. Three . Lax. That will be time enough to sup at Braineford . Fall from them to the other . Ma. Op.

I am of such a nature sir , I cannot endure the house when shee scolds , sh' has a tongue will be hard further in a still morning then Saint Antlings-bell , she railes vpon me for forraine wenching , that I being a freema� must needs keep a whore i th subburbs , and seeke to impouerish the liberties , when we fall out , I trouble you still to make all whole with my wife .

Gosh.

No trouble at all , t is a pleasure to mee to ioyne things together .

Maist. Open.

Go thy waies , I doe this but to try thy honesty Goshawke .

The Fether shop . Iac. Dap. How lik'st thou this Mol . Mol.

Oh singularly , your fitted now for a bunch , he lookes for all the world with those spangled fethers like a noblemans bedpost : The purity of your wench would I faine try , shee seemes like Kent vnconquered , and I beleeue as many wiles are in her � oh the gallants of these times are shallow letchers , they put not their courtship home enough to a wench , t is impossible to know what woman is throughly honest , because shee 's nere thoroughly try'd , I am of that certaine beleefe there are more queanes in this towne of their owne making , then of any mans prouoking , where lyes the slacknesse then ? many a poore soule would downe , and ther 's nobody will push Women are courted but nere soundly tri'd , ( em : As many walke in spurs that neuer ride .

The Sempsters shop . Mist , Open. Oh abominable . Gosh.

Nay more I tell you in priuate , he keeps a whore i th subburbs .

Mist. Open.

O spittle dealing , I came to him a Gentlewoman borne . I le shew you mine armes when you please sir .

Gosh. I had rather see your legs , and begin that way . Mist. Openworke

T is well knowne he tooke me from a Ladies seruice , where I was well beloued of the steward , I had my Lattine tongue , and a spice of the French before I came to him , and now doth he keepe a subberbian whoore vnder my nostrils .

Gosh.

There 's waies enough to cry quite with him , harke in thine eare .

Mist. Open. There 's a friend worth a Million . Mol I 'le try one speare against your chastity Mist. Tiltyard Though it proue too short by the burgh . Trap.

Masse here she is . Enter Ralph Trapdore I 'me bound already to serue her , tho it be but a sluttish tricke . Blesse my hopefull yong Mistresse with long life and great limbs , send her the vpper hand of all balifes , and their hungry adherents .

Mol. How now , what art thou ? Trap.

A poore ebbing Gentleman , that would gladly wait for the yong floud of your seruice .

Mol.

My seruice ! what should moue you to offer your seruice to me sir ?

Trap.

The loue I beare to your heroicke spirit and masculine womanhood .

Mol.

So sir , put case we should retaine you to vs , what parts are there in you for a Gentlewomans seruice .

Trap.

Of two kinds right Worshipfull : moueable , and immoueable : moueable to run of arrants , and immoueable to stand when you haue occasion to vse me .

Mol. What strength haue you . Trap.

Strength Mistresse Mol , I haue gon vp into a steeple , and staid the great bell as 'thas beene ringing ; stopt a windmill going .

Mols trips vp his heels he fals . Mol. And neuer strucke downe your selfe . Trap. Stood as vpright as I do at this present . Mol.

Come I pardon you for this , it shall bee no disgrace to you : I haue strucke vp the heeles of the high Germaines size ere now , � what not stand .

Trap.

I am of that nature where I loue , I 'le bee at my mistresse foot to do her seruice .

Mol.

Why well said , but say your Mistresse should receiue iniury , haue you the spirit of fighting in you , durst you second her .

Trap.

Life I haue kept a bridge my selfe , and droue seuen at a time before me .

Mol. I . Trap.

But they were all Lincolneshire bullockes by my troth .

aside . Mol.

Well , meete me in Graies-Inne fields , between three and foure this afternoone , and vpon better consideration wee le retaine you .

Trap. I humbly thanke your good Mistreship , I le crack your necke for this kindnesse . Exit Trapdore Lax. Remember three . Mol meets Laxton Moll . Nay if I faile you hange me . Lax. Good wench Ifaith . then Openworke . Moll . Whos 's this . Maist. Open. T is I Mol . Moll . Prithee tend thy shop and preuent bastards . Maist. Open. We le haue a pint of the same wine ifaith Mol . The bel rings . Gosh. Harke the bell rings , come Gentlemen . Iacke Dapper where shal s all munch . Iae. Dap. I am for Parkers ordinary . Lax. Hee 's a good guest to 'm , hee deserues his boord , He drawes all the Gentlemen in a terme time thither , Wee le be your followers Iacke , lead the way , Looke you by my faith the foole has fetherd his nest well . Exeunt Gallants . Enter Maister Gallipot , Maister Tiltyard , and seruants with water Spaniels and a ducke . Maist. Tilt.

Come shut vp your shops , where 's Maister Openworke .

Mist. Gal. Nay aske not me Maister Tiltyard . Maist. Tilt. Wher 's his water dog , puh � pist � hur � hur-pist Maist. Gal.

Come wenches come , we 're going all to Hogsden .

Mist. Gal. To Hogsden husband . Maist. Gal. I to Hogsden pigs ny . Mist. Gal. I 'me not ready husband . spits in the dogs mouth Maist. Gal. Faith that 's well � hum � pist � pist . Maist. Gal. Come Mistresse Openworke you are so long . Mist. Open. I haue no ioy of my life Maister Gallipot . Maist. Gal,

Push , let your boy lead his water Spaniel along , and wee le show you the brauest sport at parlous pond , he trug , he trug , he trug , here 's the best ducke in England , except my wife , he , he , he , fetch , fetch , fetch , come le ts away Of all the yeare this is the sportfulst day .

Enter Sebastian solus . Seb. If a man haue a free will , where should the vse More perfect shine then in his will to loue . All creatures haue their liberty in that , Enter Sir Alexander and listens to him . Tho else kept vnder seruile yoke and feare , The very bondslaue has his freedome there , Amongst a world of creatures voyc'd and silent . Must my desires weare fetters � yea are you So neere , then I must breake with my hearts truth ; Meete griefe at a backe way � well : why suppose . The two leaud tongues of slander or of truth Pronounce Mol loathsome : if before my loue Shee appeare faire , what iniury haue I , I haue the thing I like ? in all things else Mine owne eye guides me , and I find 'em prosper , Life what should aile it now ? I know that man Nere truely loues , if he gainesa yt he lyes , That winkes and marries with his fathers eyes . I le keepe myne owne wide open . Enter Mol and a porter with a viallon his backe . Alex. Here 's braue wilfulnesse , A made match , here she comes , they met a purpose . Por.

Must I carry this great fiddle to your chamber Mistresse Mary .

Mol.

Fiddle goodman hog-rubber , some of these porters beare so much for others , they haue no time to carry wit for themselues .

Por. To your owne chamber Mistresse Mary . Moll .

who 'le heare an Asse speake : whither else goodman pagent-bearer : the 're people of the worst memories .

Exit Porter . Seb.

Why 't were too great a burthen loue , to haue them carry things in their minds , and a'ther backes together .

Mol. Pardon me sir , I thought not you so neere . Alex. So , so , so . Seb. I would be neerer to thee , and in that fashion , That makes the best part of all creatures honest . No otherwise I wish it . Mol.

Sir I am so poore to requite you , you must looke for nothing but thankes of me , I haue no humor to marry , I loue to lye aboth sides at h bed my selfe ; and againe ath ' other side , a wife you know ought to be obedient , but I feare me I am too headstrong to obey , therefore I le nere go about it , I loue you so well sir for your good will I 'de be loath you should repent your bargaine after , and therefore wee le nere come together at first , I haue the head now of my selfe , and am man enough for a woman , marriage is but a chopping and changing , where a maiden looses one head , and has a worse i th place .

Alex.

The most comfortablest answer from a Roaring Girle , that euer mine eares drunke in .

Seb.

This were enough now to affright a foole for euer from thee , when t is the musicke that I loue thee for ,

Alex. There 's a boy spoyles all againe . Mol. Beleeue it sir I am not of that disdainefull temper , but I could loue you faithfully . Alex. A pox on you for that word . I like you not now , Y' are a cunning roarer I see that already . Mol.

But sleepe vpon this once more sir , you may chance shift a minde to morrow , be not too hasty to wrong your selfe , neuer while you liue sir take a wife running , many haue run out at heeles that haue don 't : you see sir I speake against my selfe , and if euery woman would deale with their suter so honestly , poore yonger brothers would not bee so often gul'd with old cosoning widdowes , that turne ore all their wealth in trust to some kinsman , and make the poore Gentleman worke hard for a pension , fare you well sir .

Seb. Nay prethee one word more . Alex. How do I wrong this girle , she puts him of still . Moll .

Thinke vpon this in cold bloud sir , you make as much hast as if you were a going vpon a sturgion voyage , take deliberation sir , neuer chuse a wife as if you were going to Virginia .

Seb. And so we parted , my too cursed fate . Alex. She is but cunning , giues him longer time in 't . Enter a Tailor : Taylor Mistresse Mol , Mistresse Mol : so ho ho so ho . Mol.

There boy , there boy , what dost thou go a hawking after me with a red clout on thy finger .

Taylor

I forgot to take measure on you for your new breeches .

Alex.

Hoyda breeches , what will he marry a monster with two trinckets , what age is this ? if the wife go in breeches , the man must weare long coates like a foole .

Mol.

What fidlings heere , would not the old patterne haue seru'd your turne .

Taylor .

You change the fashion , you say you 'le haue the great Dutch slop Mistresse Mary .

Mol. Why sir I say so still . Taylor . Your breeches then will take vp a yard more . Mol. Well pray looke it be put in then . Taylor . It shall stand round and full I warrant you , Mol. Pray make em easy enough . Taylor .

I know my fault now , t'other was somewhat stiffe betweene the legges , I le make these open enough I warrant you .

Alex.

Heer 's good geere towards , I haue brought vp my sonne to marry a Dutch slop , . and a French dublet , a codpice daughter .

Taylor . So , I haue gone as farre as I can go . Mol. Why then farewell . Taylor .

If you go presently to your chamber Mistresse Mary , pray send me the measure of your thigh , by some honest body .

Mol. Well sir , I le send it by a Porter presently . Exit Mol. Taylor .

So you had neede , it is a lusty one , both of them would make any porters backe ake in England .

Exit Taylor . Seb. I haue examined the best part of man , Reason and iudgement , and in loue they tell me , They leaue me vncontrould , he that is swayd By an vnfeeling bloud , past heat of loue His spring time must needes erre , his watch nere goes right That sets his dyall by a rusty clocke , Alex. So , and which is that rusty clocke sir you . Seb. The clocke at Ludgate sir , it nere goes true . Alex. But thou goest falser : not thy fathers cares Can keepe thee right , when that insensible worke , Obayes the workemans art , le ts off the houre And stops againe when time is satisfied , But thou runst on , and iudgement , thy maine wheele , Beats by all stoppes , as if the worke would breake Begunne with long paines for a minutes ruine , Much like a suffering man brought vp with care . At last bequeath'd to shame and a short prayer , Seb. I tast you bitterer then I can deserue sir . Alex. Who has bewitch thee sonne , what diuell or drug , Hath wrought vpon the weaknesse of thy bloud , And betrayd all her hopes to ruinous folly ? Oh wake from drowsy and enchanted shame , Wherein thy soule sits with a golden dreame Flatred and poysoned , I am old my sonne , ( mine owne Oh let me preuaile quickly , for I haue waightier businesse of Then to chide thee : I must not to my graue , As a drunkard to his bed , whereon he lyes Onely to sleepe , and neuer cares to rise , Let me dispatch in time , come no more neere her . Seb. Not honestly , not in the way of marriage , Alex.

What sayst thou marriage , in what place , the Sessions house , and who shall giue the bride , prethe , an inditement .

Seb. Sir now yee take part with the world to wrong her . Alex. Why , wouldst thou faine marry to be pointed at , Alas the numbers great , do not o're burden 't , Why as good marry a beacon on a hill , Which all the country fixe their eyes vpon As her thy folly doates on . If thou longst To haue the story of thy infamous fortunes , Serue for discourse in ordinaries and tauernes Th' art in the way : or to confound thy name , Keepe on , thou canst not misse it : or to strike Thy wretched father to vntimely coldnesse , Keepe the left hand still , it will bring thee to 't . Yet if no teares wrung from thy fathers eyes , Nor sighes that flye in sparkles , from his sorrowes , Had power to alter what is wilfull in thee , Me thinkes her very name should fright thee from her , And neuer trouble me . Seb. Why is the name of Mol so fatall sir . Alex. Many one sir , where suspect is entred , For seeke all London from one end to t'other , More whoores of that name , then of any ten other . Seb. What 's that to her ? let those blush for themselues . Can any guilt in others condemne her ? I 'ue vowd to loue her : let all stormes oppose me , That euer beate against the brest of man , Nothing but deaths blacke tempest shall diuide vs . Alex. Oh folly that can dote on nought but shame . Seb. Put case a wanton itch runs through one name More then another , is that name the worse , Where honesty sits possest in 't ? it should rather Appeare more excellent , and deserue more praise , When through foule mists a brightnesse it can raise . Why there are of the diuels , honest Gentlemen , And well descended , keepe an open house , And some at h ( good mans ) that are arrant knaues . He hates vnworthily , that by rote contemnes , For the name neither saues , nor yet condemnes , And for her honesty , I haue made such proofe an 't , In seuerall formes , so neerely watcht her waies , I will maintaine that strict , against an army , Excepting you my father : here 's her worst , Sh' has a bold spirit that mingles with mankind , But nothing else comes neere it : and oftentimes Through her apparell somewhat shames her birth , But she is loose in nothing but in mirth , Would all Mols were no worse . Alex. This way I toyle in vaine and giue but ayme To infamy and ruine : he will fall , My blessing cannot stay him : all my ioyes Stand at the brinke of a deuouring floud And will be wilfully swallowed : wilfully . But why so vaine , let all these teares be lost , I le pursue her to shame , and so al 's crost . Exit Sir Alexander Seb. Hee is gon with some strange purpose , whose effect Will hurt me little if he shoot so wide , To thinke I loue so blindly : I but feed His heart to this match , to draw on th' other . Wherein my ioy sits with a full wish crownd ; Onely his moode excepted which must change . By opposite pollicies , courses indirect , Plaine dealing in this world takes no effect . This madde girle I 'le acquaint with my intent , Get her assistance , make my fortunes knowne , Twixt louers hearts , shee 's a fit instrument , And has the art to help them to their owne , By her aduise , for in that craft shee 's wise , My loue and I may meete , spite of all spies . Exit Sebastian . Enter Laxton in Graies-Inne fields with the Coachman . Lax. Coachman . Coach. Heere sir . Lax.

There 's a tester more , prethee driue thy coach to the hither end of Marybone parke , a fit place for Mol to get in .

Coach. Marybone parke fir . Lax. I , it s in our way thou knowst . Coach. It shall be done fir . Lax. Coachman . Coach. A non sir . Lax. Are we fitted with good phrampell iades . Coach. The best in Smithfield I warrant your sir . Lax.

May we safely take the vpper hand of any coacht veluet cappe or tuftaffety iacket , for they keepe a vilde swaggering in coaches now a daies , the hye waies are stopt with them .

Coach.

My life for yours and baffle em to sir , � why they are the same iades beleeue it sir , that haue drawne all your famous whores to Ware .

Lax.

Nay then they know their businesse , they neede no more instructions .

Coach.

The 're so vsd to such iourneis sir , I neuer vse whip to em ; for if they catch but the sent of a wench once , they runne like diuels .

Exit Coachman with his whip . Lax.

Fine Cerberus , that rogue will haue the start of a thousand ones , for whilst others trot a foot , hee le ride prauncing to hell vpon a coach-horse .

Stay , t is now about the hourse of her appointment , but yet I see her not , harke what 's this , one , two three , three by the clock at Sauoy , this is the houre , and Graies-Inne fields the place , shee swore she 'ed meete mee : ha yonder 's two Innes a Court-man with one wench , but that 's not shee , they walke toward Islington out of my way , I see none yet drest like her , I must looke for a shag ruffe , a freeze ierken , a shortsword , and a safeguard , or I get none : why Mol prethee make hast , or the Coachman will cursse vs anon .

Enter Mol like a man . Mol.

Oh heere 's my Gentleman : if they would keepe their daies as well with their Mercers as their houres with their harlots , no bankrout would giue seuen score pound for a seriants place , for would you know a catchpoole rightly derived , the corruption of a Cittizen , is the generation of a seriant , how his eye hawkes for venery . Come are you ready sir .

Lax. Ready , for what sir . Mol.

Do you aske that now sir , why was this meeting pointed .

Lax. I thought you mistooke me sir , You seeme to be some yong barrister , I haue no suite in law � all my land 's sold I praise heauen for 't ; t' has rid me of much trouble , Mol. Then I must wake you sir , where stands the coach , Lax. Whos 's this , Mol : honest Mol . Mol.

So young , and purblind , your an old wanton in your eyes I see that .

Lax.

Th' art admirably suited for the three pigions at Brainford , I le sweare I knew thee not .

Mol. I le sweare you did not : but you shall know me now . Lax.

No not here , we shall be spyde efaith , the coach is better , come .

Mol. Stay . Lax. What wilt thou vntrusse a point Mol . Shee puts of her cloake and drawes . Mol.

Yes , heere 's the point that I vntrusse , 'thas but one tag , 't will serue tho to tye vp a rogues tongue .

Lax. How . ( here 's her pace , Mol. There 's the gold with which you hir'd your hackney , Shee rackes hard , and perhaps your bones will feele it , Ten angels of mine own , I 'ue put to thine , win em , & weare em , Lax. Hold Moll , Mistresse Mary . Mol. Draw or I le serue an execution on thee Shall lay thee vp till doomes day . Lax. Draw vpon a woman , why what dost meane Mol ? Mol. To teach thy base thoughts manners : th' art one of those That thinkes each woman thy fond flexable whore , If she but cast a liberall eye vpon thee , Turne backe her head , shee s thine , or amongst company , By chance drinke first to thee : then shee 's quite gon , There 's no meanes to help her : nay for a need , Wilt sweare vnto thy credulous fellow letchers . That th' art more in fauour with a Lady at first sight Then her monky all her life time , How many of our sex , by such as thou Haue their good thoughts paid with a blasted name That neuer deserued loosly or did trip In path of whooredome , beyond cup and lip . But for the staine of conscience and of soule , Better had women fall into the hands Of an act silent , then a bragging nothing , There 's no mercy in 't � what durst moue you sir , To think me whoorish ? a name which I de teare out From the hye Germaines throat , if it lay ledger there To dispatch priuy slanders against mee . In thee I defye all men , there worst hates , And their best flatteries , all their golden witchcrafts , With which they intangle the poore spirits of fooles , Distressed needlewomen and trade-fallne wiues . Fish that must needs bite , or themselues be bitten , Such hungry things as these may soone be tooke With a worme fastned on a golden hooke . Those are the letchers food , his prey , he watches For quarrelling wedlockes , and poore shifting sisters , T is the best fish he takes : but why good fisherman , Am I thought meate for you , that neuer yet Had angling rod cast towards me ? cause youl 'e say I 'me giuen to sport , I 'me often mery , iest , Had mirth no kindred in the world but lust ? O shame take all her friends then : but how ere Thou and the baser world censure my life , I le send 'em word by thee , and write so much Vpon thy breast , cause thou shalt bear 't in mind , Tell them 't were base to yeeld , where I haue conquer'd . I scorne to prostitute my selfe to a man , I that can prostitute a man to mee , And so I greete thee . Lax. Heare me . Mol. Would the spirits of al my slanders , were claspt in thine . That I might vexe an army at one time , Lax. I do repent me , hold , They fight . Mol. You 'l die the better Christian then . Lax. I do confesse I haue wrong'd thee Mol . Mol. Confession is but poore amends for wrong , Vnlesse a rope would follow . Lax. I aske thee pardon . Mol. I 'me your hir'd whoore fir . Lax. I yeeld both purse and body . Mol. Both are mine , and now at my disposing . Lax. Spare my life . Mol. I scorne to strike thee basely . Lax. Spoke like a noble girle i'faith .

Heart I thinke I fight with a familiar , or the Ghost of a fencer , Sh' has wounded me gallantly , call you this a letcherous viage ? Here 's bloud would haue seru'd me this seuen yeare in broken heads and cut fingers , & it now runs all out together , pox a the three pigions , I would the coach were here now to carry mee to the Chirurgions .

Exit Laxton . Mol. If I could meete my enemies one by one thus , I might make pretty shift with 'em in time , And make 'em know , shee that has wit , and spirit , May scorne to liue beholding to her body for meate , Or for apparell like your common dame , That makes shame get her cloathes , to couer shame . Base is that minde , that kneels vnto her body , As if a husband stood in awe on 's wife , My spirit shall be Mistresse of this house , As long as I haue time in 't . � � oh Enter Trapdore . Heere comes my man that would be : 't is his houre . Faith a good well set fellow , if his spirit Be answerable to his vmbles ; he walkes stiffe , But whether he will stand to 't stifly , there 's the point ; Has a good calfe for 't , and ye shall haue many a woman Choose him shee meanes to meke her head , by his calfe ; I do not know their trickes in 't , faith he seemes A man without ; I 'le try what he is within , Trap. Shee told me Graies-Inne fields twixt three & foure , I le fit her Mistreship with a peece of seruice , I 'me hir'd to rid the towne of one mad girle . Shee iustles him What a pox ailes you sir ? Mol. He beginnes like a Gentleman , Trap. Heart , is the field so narrow , or your eye-sight : Life he comes backe againe . She comes towards him . Mol. Was this spoke to me sir . Trap. I cannot tell sir . Mol. Go y' are a coxcombe . Trap. Coxcombe . Mol. Y' are a slaue . Trap. I hope there 's law for you sir . Mol. Ye , do you see sir . Turne his hat . Trap.

Heart this is no good dealing , pray let me know what house your off .

Mol. One of the Temple sir . Philips him . Trap. Masse so me thinkes . Mol. And yet sometime I lye about chicke lane . Trap. I like you the worse because you shift your lodging I le not meddle with you for that tricke sir . ( so often Mol. A good shift , but it shall not serue your turne . Trap. You 'le giue me leaue to passe about my businesse sir . Mol.

Your businesse , I le make you waite on mee before I ha done , and glad to serue me too .

Trap.

How sir , serue you , not if there were no more men in England .

Moll . But if there were no more women in England I hope you 'd waite vpon your Mistresse then , Trap. Mistresse . Mol. Oh your a tri'd spirit at a push sir , Trap. What would your Worship haue me do . Mol. You a fighter . Trap. No , I praise heauen , I had better grace & more maners . Mol. As how I pray sir . Trap.

Life , ' thad bene a beastly part of me to haue drawne my weapons vpon my Mistresse , all the world would a cry'd shame of me for that .

Mol. Why but you knew me not . Trap.

Do not say so Mistresse , I knew you by your wide straddle , as well as if I had bene in your belly .

Mol.

Well , we shall try you further , i th meane time wee giue you intertainement .

Trap. Thanke your good Mistreship . Mol. How many suites haue you . Trap. No more suites then backes Mistresse . Mol. Well if you deserue , I cast of this , next weeke , And you may creepe into 't . Trap. Thanke your good Worship . Mol. Come follow me to S. Thomas Apostles , I le put a liuery cloake vpon your backe , the first thing I do , Trap. I follow my deere Mistresse . Exeunt omnes Enter Mistresse Gallipot as from supper , her husband after her . Maist. Gal. What Pru , Nay sweete Prudence . Mist. Gal.

What a pruing keepe you , I thinke the baby would haue a teate it kyes so , pray be not so fond of me , leaue your Citty humours , I 'me vext at you to see how like a calfe you come bleating after me .

Maist. Gal.

Nay hony Pru : how does your rising vp before all the table shew ? and flinging from my friends so vnciuily , fiye Pru , fye , come .

Mist. Gal. Then vp and ride ifaith . Maist. Gal.

Vp and ride , nay my pretty Pru , that 's farre from my thought , ducke : why mouse , thy minde is nibbling at something , what 's i st , what lyes vpon thy Stomach ?

Mist. Gal.

Such an asse as you : hoyda , y' are best turne midwife , or Physition : y' are a Poticary already , but I 'me none of your drugs .

Maist. Gal.

Thou art a sweete drug , sweetest Pru , and the more thou art pounded , the more pretious .

Mist. Gal. Must you be prying into a womans secrets : say ye ? Maist. Gal. Womans secrets . Mist. Gal.

What ? I cannot haue a qualme come vpon mee but your teeth waters , till your nose hang ouer it .

Maist. Gal. It is my loue deere wife . Mist. Gal.

Your loue ? your loue is all words ; giue mee deeds , I cannot abide a man that 's too fond ouer me , so cookish ; thou dost not know how to handle a woman in her kind ,

Maist. Gal. No Pru ? why I hope I haue handled . � Mist. Gal. Handle a fooles head of your owne , � fih � fih . Maist. Gal.

Ha , ha , t is such a waspe ; it does mee good now to haue her sing me , little rogue .

Mist. Gal.

Now fye how you vex me , I cannot abide these aperne husbands : such cotqueanes , you ouerdoe your things , they become you scuruily .

Maist. Gal.

Vpon my life she breeds , heauen knowes how I haue straind my selfe to please her , night and day : I wonder why wee Cittizens should get children so fretfull and vntoward in the breeding , their fathers being for the most part as gentle as milch kine : shall I leaue thee my Pru .

Mist. Gal. Fye , fye , fye . Maist. Gal.

Thou shalt not bee vext no more , pretty kind rogue , take no cold sweete Pru .

Exit Maist. Gallipot . Mist. Gal.

As your wit has done : now Maister Laxton shew your head , what newes from you ? would any husband suspect that a woman crying , Buy any scurui-grasse , should bring loue letters amongst her herbes to his wife , pretty tricke , fine conueyance ? had iealousy a thousand eyes , a silly woman with scuruy-grasse blinds them all ; Laxton with bayes crown I thy wit for this , it deserues praise .

This makes me affect thee more , this prooues thee wise , Lacke what poore shift is loue forc't to deuise ? ( toth ' point ) She reads the letter . O Sweete Creature � ( a sweete beginning ) pardon my long absence , for thou shalt shortly be possessed with my presence ; though Demophon was false to Phillis , I will be to thee as Pan-da-rus was to Cres-sida : tho Eneus made an asse of Dido , I will dye to thee ere I do so ; o sweetest creature make much of me , for no man beneath the siluer moone shall make more of a woman then I do of thee , furnish me therefore with thirty pounds , you must doe it of necessity for me ; I languish till I see some comfort come from thee , protesting not to dye in thy debt , but rather to liue so , as hitherto I haue and will . Thy true Laxton euer . Alas poore Gentleman , troth I pitty him , How shall I raise this money ? thirty pound ? T is thirty sure , a 3 before an 0 , I know his threes too well ; my childbed linnen ? Shall I pawne that for him ? then if my marke Be knowne I am vndone ; it may be thought My husband's bankrout : which way shall I turne ? Laxton , what with my owne feares , and thy wants , I 'me ��� needle twixt two adamants . Enter Maister Gallipot hastily . Maist. Gal.

Nay , nay , wife , the women are all vp , ha , how , reading a letters ? I smel a goose , a couple of capons , and a gammon of bacon from her mother out of the country , I hold my life , � steale , � steale .

Mist. Gal. O beshrow your heart . Maist. Gal. What letter 's that ? I 'le see 't . She teares the letter . Mist. Gal.

Oh would thou had'st no eyes to see the downefall of me and thy selfe : I 'me for euer , for euer I 'me vndone .

Maist. Gal. What ailes my Pru ? what paper 's that thou tear'st ? Mist. Gal. Would I could teare My very heart in peeces : for my soule Lies on the racke of shame , that tortures me Beyond a womans suffering . Maist. Gall: What meanes this ? Mist. Gall. Had you no other vengeance to throw downe , But euen in heigth of all my ioyes ? Maist. Gal. Deere woman . Mist. Gal.

When the full sea of pleasure and content seem'd to flow ouer me .

Maist. Gal.

As thou desirest to keepe mee out of bedlam , tell what troubles thee , is not thy child at nurse falne sicke , or dead ?

Mist. Gal. Oh no . Maist. Gal. Heauens blesse me , are my barnes and houses Yonder at Hockly hole consum'd with fire , I can build more , sweete Pru . Mist. Gal. T is worse , t is worse . Maist. Gal. My factor broke , or is the Ionas suncke . Mist. Gal. Would all we had were swallowed in the waues , Rather then both should be the scorne of slaues . Maist. Gal. I 'me at my wits end . Mist. Gal. Oh my deere husband , Where once I thought my selfe a fixed starre , Plac't onely in the heauen of thine armes , I feare now I shall proue a wanderer , Oh Laxton , Laxton , is it then my fate To be by thee orethrowne ? Maist. Gal. Defend me wisedome , From falling into frenzie , on my knees . ( thy bosome . Sweete Pru , speake , what 's that Laxton who so heauy lyes on Mist. Gal. I shall sure run mad . Maist. Gal. I shall run mad for company then : speak to me , I 'me Gallipot thy husband , � Pru , � why Pru . Art sicke in conscience for some villanous deed Thou wert about to act , didst meane to rob me , Tush I forgiue thee , hast thou on my bed Thrust my soft pillow vnder anothers head ? I le winke at all faults Pru , las that 's no more , Then what some neighbours neere thee , haue done before , Sweete hony Pru , what 's that Laxton ? Mist. Gall. Oh . Maist. Gal. Out with him . Mist. Gall. Oh hee 's borne to be my vndoer , This hand which thou calst thine , to him was giuen , To him was I made sure i th sight of heauen . Maist. Gal. I neuer heard this thunder . Mist. Gall. Yes , yes , before I was to thee contracted , to him I swore , Since last I saw him twelue moneths three times told , The Moone hath drawne through her light siluer bow , For ore the seas hee went , and it was said , ( But Rumor lyes ) that he in France was dead . But hee 's aliue , oh hee 's aliue , he sent , That letter to me , which in rage I rent , Swearing with oathes most damnably to haue me , Or teare me from this bosome , oh heauens saue me , Maist. Gal.

My heart will breake , � sham'd and vndone for euer .

Mist. Gal. So black a day ( poore wretch ) went ore thee neuer . Maist. Gal. If thou shouldst wrastle with him at the law , Th' art sure to fall , no odde slight , no preuention . I le tell him th' art with child . Mist. Gal. Vmh . Maist. Gall.

Or giue out one of my men was tane a bed with thee .

Mist. Gal. Vmh , vmh . Maist. Gal. Before I loose thee my deere Pru ; I le driue it to that push . Mist. Gal. Worse , and worse still , You embrace a mischiefe , to preuent an ill . Maist. Gal. I le buy thee of him , stop his mouth with Gold , Think'st thou t will do . Mist. Gall. Oh me , heauens grant it would , Yet now my sences are set more in tune , He writ , as I remember in his letter , That he in riding vp and downe had spent , ( Ere hee could finde me ) thirty pounds , send that , Stand not on thirty with him . Maist. Gal.

Forty Pru , say thou the word t is done , wee venture liues for wealth , but must do more to keepe our wiues , thirty or forty Pru .

Mist. Gal. Thirty good sweete Of an ill bargaine le ts saue what we can , I le pay it him with my teares , he was a man When first I knew him of a meeke spirit , All goodnesse is not yet dryd vp I hope . Maist. Gall. He shall haue thirty pound , let that stop all : Loues sweets tast best , when we haue drunke downe Gall . Enter Maister Tiltyard , and his wife , Maister Goshawke , and Mistresse Openworke . Gods so , our friends ; come , come , smoth your cheeke ; After a storme the face of heauen looks sleeke . Maist. Tilt. Did I not tell you these turtles were together ? Mist. Tilt. How dost thou sirra ? why sister Gallipot ? Mist. Open. Lord how shee 's chang'd ? Gosh. Is your wife ill sir ? Maist. Gal. Yes indeed la sir , very ill , very ill , neuer worse , Mist. Tilt. How her head burnes , feele how her pulses work . Mist. Open.

Sister lie downe a little , that alwaies does mee good .

Mist. Tilt. In good sadnesse I finde best ease in that too , Has shee laid some hot thing to her Stomach ? Mist. Gal. No , but I will lay something anon . Maist. Tilt.

Come , come fooles , you trouble her , shal 's goe Maister Goshawke ?

Gosh.

Yes sweete Maister Tiltyard ; sirra Rosamond I hold my life Gallipot hath vext his wife .

Mist. Open. Shee has a horrible high colour indeed . Gosh.

Wee shall haue your face painted with the same red soone at night , when your husband comes from his rubbers in a false alley ; thou wilt not beleeue me that his bowles run with a wrong byas .

Mist. Open.

It cannot sinke into mee , that hee feedes vpon stale mutten abroad , hauing better and fresher at home .

Gosh.

What if I bring thee , where thou shalt see him stand at racke and manger ?

Mist. Open.

I le saddle him in 's kind , and spurre him till hee kicke againe .

Gosh. Shall thou and I ride our iourney then . Mist. Open. Heere 's my hand . Gosh.

No more ; come Maister Tiltyard , shall we leape into the stirrops with our women , and amble home ?

Maist. Tilt. Yes , yes , come wife . Mist. Tilt. Introth sister , I hope you will do well for all this . Mist. Gal.

I hope I shall : farewell good sister : sweet Maister Goshawke .

Maist. Gal. Welcome brother , most kindlie welcome sir . Omnes Thankes sir for our good cheere . Exeunt all but Gallipot and his wife . Maist. Gal. It shall be so , because a crafty knaue Shall not out reach me , nor walke by my dore With my wife arme in arme , as 't were his whoore , I 'le giue him a golden coxcombe , thirty pound : Tush Pru what 's thirty pound ? sweete ducke looke cheerely . Mist. Gal. Thou art worthy of my heart thou bui'st it deerely . Enter Laxton muffled . Lax.

Vds light the tide 's against me , a pox of your Potticarishp : oh for some glister to set him going ; 't is one of Hercules labours , to tread one of these Cittie hennes , because their cockes are stil crowing ouer them ; there 's no turning tale here , I must on .

Mist. Gal. Oh , husband see he comes . Maist. Gal. Let me deale with him . Lax. Blesse you sir . Maist. Gal. Be you blest too sir if you come in peace . Lax. Haue you any good pudding Tobacco sir ? Mist. Gal. Oh picke no quarrels gentle sir , my husband Is not a man of weapon , as you are , He knowes all , I haue opned all before him , concerning you . Lax. Zounes has she showne my letters . Mist Gal. Suppose my case were yours , what would you do . At such a pinch , such batteries , such assaultes � Of father , mother , kinred , to dissolue The knot you tyed , and to be bound to him ? How could you shift this storme off ? Lax. If I know hang me . Mist. Gal. Besides a story of your death was read Each minute to me . Lax. What a pox meanes this ridling ? Maist. Gal. Be wise sir , let not you and I be tost On Lawiers pens ; they haue sharpe nibs and draw Mens very heart bloud from them ; what need you sir To beate the drumme of my wifes infamy , And call your friends together sir to prooue Your precontact , when sh' has confest it ? Lax. Vmh sir , � has she confest it ? Maist. Gal. Sh' has 'faith to me sir , vpon your letter sending . M. i st . Gal. I haue , I haue . Lax. If I let this yron coole call me slaue , Do you heare , you dame Prudence ? think'st thou vile woman I 'le take these blowes and winke ? Mist. Gal. Vpon my knees . Lax. Out impudence . Maist. Gal. Good sir . Lax. You goatish slaues , No wilde foule to cut vp but mine ? Maist. Gal. Alas sir , You make her flesh to tremble , fright her not , Shee shall do reason , and what 's fit . Lax. I 'le haue thee , wert thou more common Then an hospitall , and more diseased . � Maist. Gal. But one word good sir . Lax. So sir . Maist. Gal. I married her , haue line with her , and got Two children on her body , thinke but on that ; Haue you so beggarly an appetite When I vpon a dainty dish haue fed To dine vpon my scraps , my leauings ? ha sir ? Do I come neere you uow sir ? Lax. Be Lady you touch me . Maist. Gal. Would not you scorne to weare my cloathes sir ? Lax. Right sir . Maist. Gal. Then pray sir weare not her , for shee 's a garment So fitting for my body , I 'me loath Another should put it on , you will vndoe both . Your letter ( as shee said ) complained you had spent In quest of her , some thirty pound , I 'le pay it ; Shall that sir stop this gap vp twixt you two ? Lax. Well if I swallow this wrong , let her thanke you : The mony being paid sir , I am gon : Farewell , oh women happy 's hee trusts none . Mist. Gall. Dispatch him hence sweete husband . Maist. Gal. Yes deere wife : pray sir come in , ere Maister Thou shalt in wine drinke to him , Exit Maister Gallipot and his wife . ( Laxton part Mist. Gal. With all my heart ; � how dost thou like my wit ? Lax. Rarely , that wile By which the Serpent did the first woman beguile , Did euer since , all womens bosomes fill ; Y' are apple eaters all , deceiuers still . Exit Laxton . Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue : Sir Dauy Dapper , Sir Adam Appleton , at one dore , and Trapdore at another doore . Alex. Out with your tale Sir Dauy , to Sir Adam . A Knaue is in mine eie deepe in my debt . Sir Da. Nay : if hee be a knaue sir , hold him fast . Alex. Speake softly , what egge is there hatching now . Trap.

A Ducks egge sir , a ducke that has eaten a frog , I haue crackt the shell , and some villany or other will peep out presently ; the ducke that sits is the bouncing Rampe ( that Roaring Girle my Mistresse ) the drake that must tread is your sonne Sebastian .

Alex. Be quicke . Trap. As the tongue of an oister wench . Alex. And see thy newes be true . Trap. As a barbars euery satterday night � mad Mol . Alex. Ah . Trap. Must be let in without knocking at your backe gate . Alex. So . Trap. Your chamber will be made baudy . Alex. Good . Trap. Shee comes in a shirt of male . Alex. How shirt of male ? Trap. Yes sir or a male shirt , that 's to say in mans apparell . Alex. To my sonne . Trap.

Close to your sonne : your sonne and her Moone will be in coniunction , if all Alminacks lie not , her blacke saueguard is turned into a deepe sloppe , the holes of her vpper body to button holes , her wastcoate to a dublet , her placket to the ancient seate of a codpice , and you shall take 'em both with standing collers .

Alex. Art sure of this ? Trap.

As euery throng is sure of a pick-pocket , as sure as a whoore is of the clyents all Michaelmas Tearme , and of the pox after the Tearme .

Alex. The time of their tilting ? Trap. Three . Alex. The day ? Trap. This . Alex. Away ply it , watch her . Trap.

As the diuell doth for the death of a baud , I 'le watch her , do you catch her .

Alex. Shee 's fast : heere weaue thou the nets ; harke , Trap. They are made . ( maintain 't . Alex. I told them thou didst owe mee money ; hold it vp : Trap. Stifly ; as a Puritan does contention , Foxe I owe thee not the value of a halfepenny halter . Alex. Thou shalt be hang'd in 't ere thou scape so . Varlet I 'le make thee looke through a grate . Trap.

I 'le do 't presently , through a Tauerne grate , drawer : pish .

Exit Trapdore Adam . Has the knaue vext you sir ? Alex. Askt him my mony , He sweares my sonne receiu'd it : oh that boy Will nere leaue heaping sorrowes on my heart , Till he has broke it quite . Adam . Is he still wild ? Alex. As is a russian Beare . Adam . But he has left His old haunt with that baggage . Alex. Worse still and worse , He laies on me his shame , I on him my curse . S. Dauy. My sonne Iacke Dapper then shall run with him , All in one pasture . Adam . Proues your sonne bad too sir ? S. Dauy. As villany can make him : your Sebastian Doares but on one drabb , mine on a thousand , A noyse of fiddlers , Tobacco , wine and a whoore , A Mercer that will let him take vp more , Dyce , and a water spaniell with a Ducke : oh , Bring him a bed with these , when his purse gingles , Roaring boyes follow at 's tale , fencers and ningles , ( Beasts Adam nere gaue name to ) these horse-leeches sucke My sonne , he being drawne dry , they all liue on smoake . Alex. Tobacco ? S. Dauy Right , but I haue in my braine A windmill going that shall grind to dust The follies of my sonne , and make him wise , Or a starke foole ; pray lend me your aduise . Both . That shall you good sir Dauy . S. Dauy. Heere 's the sprindge Iha set to catch this woodcocke in : an action In a false name ( vnknowne to him ) is entred . I' th Counter to arrest Iacke Dapper . Both . Ha , ha , he . S. Dauy. Thinke you the Counter cannot breake him ? Adam . Breake him ? Yes and bre�ake 's heart too if he lie there long . S. Dauy. I 'le make him sing a Counter tenor sure . Adam . No way to tame him like it , there hee shall learne What mony is indeed , and how to spend it . S. Dauy. Hee 's bridled there . Alex. I , yet knowes not how to mend it , Bedlam cures not more madmen in a yeare , Then one of the Counters does , men pay more deere There for there wit then any where ; a Counter Why 't is an vniuersity , who not sees ? As schollers there , so heere men take degrees , And follow the same studies ( all alike . ) Schollers learne first Logicke and Rhetoricke . So does a prisoner ; with fine honied speech At 's first comming in he doth perswade , beseech , He may be lodg'd with one that is not itchy ; To lie in a cleane chamber , in sheets not lowsy , But when he has no money , then does he try , By subtile Logicke , and quaint sophistry , To make the keepers trust him . Adam . Say they do . Alex. Then hee 's a graduate . S. Dauy. Say they trust him not , Alex. Then is he held a freshman and a sot , And neuer shall commence , but being still bar'd Be expulst from the Maisters side , toth ' twopenny ward , Or else i' th hole , beg plac't . Adam . When then I pray proceeds a prisoner . Alex. When mony being the theame , He can dispute with his hard creditors hearts , And get out cleere , hee 's then a Maister of Arts ; Sir Dauy send your sonne to Woodstreet Colledge , A Gentleman can no where get more knowledge . S. Dauy. There Gallants study hard . Alex. True : to get mony . S. Dauy. ' lies by th' heeles i'faith , thankes , thankes , I ha sent For a couple of beares shall paw him . Enter Seriant Curtilax and Yeoman Hanger . Adam . Who comes yonder ? S. Dauy. They looke like puttocks , these should be they . Alex. I know 'em , they are officers , sir wee 'l leaue you . S. Dauy. My good knights . Leaue me , you see I 'me haunted now with spirits . Both . Fare you well sir . Exeunt Alex. and Adam , Curt. This old muzzle chops should be he By the fellowes discription : Saue you sir . S. Dauy.

Come hither you mad varlets , did not my man tell you I watcht here for you .

Curt.

One in a blew coate sir told vs , that in this place an old Gentleman would watch for vs , a thing contrary to our oath , for we are to watch for euery wicked member in a Citty .

S. Dauy.

You 'l watch then for ten thousand , what 's thy name honesty ?

Curt. Seriant Curtilax I sir . S. Dauy. An excellent name for a Seriant , Curtilax . Seriants indeed are weapons of the law , When prodigall ruffians farre in debt are growne , Should not you cut them ; Cittizens were orethrowne , Thou dwel'st hereby in Holborne Curtilax . Curt. That 's my circuit sir , I coniure most in that circle . S. Dauy. And what yong toward welp is this ? Hang. Of the same litter , his yeoman sir , my name's Hanger . S. Dauy. Yeoman Hanger . One paire of sheeres sure cut out both your coates , You haue two names most dangerous to mens throates , You two are villanous loades on Gentlemens backs , Deere ware , this Hanger and this Curtilax . Curt.

We are as other men are sir , I cannot see but hee who makes a show of honesty and religion , if his clawes can fasten to his liking , he drawes bloud ; all that liue in the world , are but great fish and little fish , and feede vpon one another , some eate vp whole men , a Seriant cares but for the shoulder of a man , they call vs knaues and curres , but many times hee that sets vs on , worries more lambes one yeare , then we do in seuen .

S. Dauy. Spoke like a noble Cerberus , is the action entred ? Hang. His name is entred in the booke of vnbeleeuers . S. Dauy. What booke 's that ? Curt.

The booke where all prisoners names stand , and not one amongst forty , when he comes in , beleeues to come out in hast .

S. Da. Be as dogged to him as your office allowes you to be . Both . Oh sir . S. Dauy. You know the vnthrift Iacke Dapper . Curt. I , I , sir , that Gull ? aswell as I know my yeoman . S. Dauy. And you know his father too , Sir Dauy Dapper ? Curt.

As damn'd a vsurer as euer was among Iewes ; if hee were sure his fathers skinne would yeeld him any money , hee would when he dyes flea it off , and sell it to couer drummes for children at Bartholmew faire .

S. Dauy.

What toades are these to spit poyson on a man to his face ? doe you see ( my honest rascals ? ) yonder gray-hound is the dog he hunts with , out of that Tauerne Iacke Dapper will sally sa , sa ; giue the counter , on , set vpon him .

Both . Wee 'l charge him vppo' th backe sir . S. Dauy.

Take no baile , put mace enough into his caudle , double your files , trauerse your ground .

Both . Braue sir . S. Dauy : Cry arme , arme , arme . Both . Thus sir . S. Dauy.

There boy , there boy , away : looke to your prey my trew English wolues , and and so I vanish .

Exit S. Dauy Curt.

Some warden of the Seriants begat this old fellow vpon my life , stand close .

Hang. Shall the ambuscado lie in one place ? Curt. No uooke thou yonder . Enter Mol and Trapdore . Mol. Ralph . Trap. What sayes my braue Captaine male and female ? Mol. This Holborne is such a wrangling streete , Trap. That 's because Lawiers walkes to and fro in 't . Mol.

Heere 's such iustling , as if euery one wee met were drunke and reel'd .

Trap. Stand Mistresse do you not smell carrion ? Mol. Carryon ? no , yet I spy rauens . Trap.

Some poore winde-shaken gallant will anon fall into sore labour , and these men-midwiues must bring him to bed i' the counter , there all those that are great with child with debts , lie in .

Mol. Stand vp . Trap. Like your new maypoll . Hang. Whist , whew . Curt. Hump , no . Mol.

Peeping ? it shall go hard huntsmen , but I 'le spoyle your game , they looke for all the world like two infected maltmen comming muffled vp in their cloakes in a frosty morning to London .

Trap. A course , Captaine ; a beare comes to the stake . Enter Iacke Dapper and Gul. Mol.

It should bee so , for the dogges struggle to bee let loose .

Hang. Whew . Curt. Hemp . Moll . Harke Trapdore , follow your leader . Iacke Dap. Gul. Gul. Maister . Iacke Dap. Did'st euer see such an asse as I am boy ? Gul.

No by my troth sir , to loose all your mony , yet haue false dice of your owne , why 't is as I saw a great fellow vsed t'other day , he had a faire sword and buckler , and yet a butcher dry beate him with a cudgell .

Both .

Honest Serieant fly , flie Maister Dapper you 'l be arrested else .

Iacke Dap. Run Gul and draw . Gul. Run Maister , Gull followes you . Exit Dapper and Gull . Curt.

I know you well enough , you 'r but a whore to hang vpon any man .

Mol.

Whores then are like Serieants , so now hang you , draw rogue , but strike not : for a broken pate they 'l keepe their beds , and recouer twenty markes damages .

Curt.

You shall pay for this rescue , runne downe shoelane and meete him .

Trap. Shu , is this a rescue Gentlemen or no ? Mol. Rescue ? a pox on 'em , Trapdore let 's away , I 'me glad I haue done perfect one good worke to day , If any Gentleman be in Scriueners bands , Send but for Mol , she 'll baile him by these hands . Exeunt . Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue solus . Alex. Vnhappy in the follies of a sonne , Led against iudgement , sence , obedience , And all the powers of noblenesse and wit ; Enter Trapdore Oh wretched father , now Trapdore will she come ? Trap. In mans apparell sir , I am in her heart now , And share in all her secrets . Alex. Peace , peace , peace . Here take my Germane watch , hang 't vp in sight , That I may see her hang in English for 't . Trap. I warrant you for that now , next Sessions rids her sir , This watch will bring her in better then a hundred constables . Alex. Good Trapdore saist thou so , thou cheer'st my heart After a storme of sorrow , � my gold chaine too , Here take a hundred markes in yellow linkes . Trap. That will do well to bring the watch to light sir . And worth a thousand of your Headborowes lanthornes . Alex. Place that a' the Court cubbart , let it lie Full in the veiw of her theefe-whoorish eie . Trap.

Shee cannot misse it sir , I see 't so plaine , that I could steal 't my selfe .

Alex. Perhaps thou shalt too , That or something as weighty ; what shee leaues , Thou shalt come closely in , and filch away , And all the weight vpon her backe I 'le lay . Trap. You cannot assure that sir . Alex. No , what lets it ? Trap. Being a stout girle , perhaps shee 'l desire pressing , Then all the weight must ly vpon her belly . Alex. Belly or backe I care not so I 'ue one . Trap. You 'r of my minde for that sir . Alex. Hang vp my ruffe band with the diamond at it , It may be shee 'l like that best . Trap.

It 's well for her , that shee must haue her choice , hee thinkes nothing too good for her , if you hold on this minde a little longer , it shall bee the first worke I doe to turne theefe my selfe ; would do a man good to be hang'd when he is so wel prouided for .

Alex. So , well sayd ; all hangs well , would shee hung so too , The sight would please me more , then all their gilsterings : Oh that my mysteries to such streights should runne , That I must rob my selfe to blesse my sonne . Exeunt . Enter Sebastian , with Mary Fitz-Allard like a page , and Mol. Seb. Thou hast done me a kind office , without touch Either of sinne or shame , our loues are honest . Mol. I 'de scorne to make such shift to bring you together else . Seb. Now haue I time and opportunity Without all feare to bid thee welcome loue . Kisse . Mary . Neuer with more desire and harder venture . Mol. How strange this shewes one man to kisse another . Seb. I 'de kisse such men to chuse Moll , Me thinkes a womans lip tasts well in a dublet : Mol. Many an old madam has the better fortune then , Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came , If that will help 'em , as you thinke 't will do , They 'l learne in time to plucke on the hose too . Seb. The older they waxe Moll , troth I speake seriously , As some haue a conceit their drinke tasts better In an outlandish cup then in our owne , So me thinkes euery kisse she giues me now In this strange forme , is worth a paire of two , Here we are safe , and furthest from the eie Of all suspicion , this is my fathers chamber , Vpon which floore he neuer steps till night . Here he mistrusts me not , nor I his comming , At mine owne chamber he still pries vnto me , My freedome is not there at mine owne finding , Still checkt and curb'd , here he shall misse his purpose . Mol. And what 's your businesse now , you haue your mind sir ; At your great suite I promisd you to come , I pittied her for names sake , that a Moll Should be so crost in loue , when there 's so many , That owes nine layes a peece , and not so little : My taylor fitted her , how like you his worke ? Seb. So well , no Art can mend it , for this purpose , But to thy wit and helpe we 're chiefe in debt , And must liue still beholding . Mol. Any honest pitty I 'me willing to bestow vpon poore Ring-doues . Seb. I 'le offer no worse play . Moll . Nay and you should sir , I should draw first and prooue the quicker man , Seb. Hold , there shall neede no weapon at this meeting , But cause thou shalt not loose thy fury idle , Heere take this viall , runne vpon the guts , And end thy quarrell singing . Mol. Like a swan aboue bridge , For looke you heer 's the bridge , and heere am I . Seb. Hold on sweete Mol . Mary .

I 'ue heard her much commended sir , for one that was nere taught .

Mol.

I 'me much beholding to 'em , well since you 'l needes put' vs together sir , I 'le play my part as wel as I can ; it shall nere be said I came into a Gentlemans chamber , and let his instrument hang by the walls .

Seb.

Why well said Mol i'faith , it had bene a shame for that Gentleman then , that would haue let it hung still , and nere offred thee it .

Mol.

There it should haue bene stil then for Mol , for though the world iudge impudently of mee , I nere came into that chamber yet , where I tooke downe the instrument my selfe .

Seb.

Pish let 'em prate abroad , th' art heere where thou art knowne and lou'd , there be a thousand close dames that wil cal the viall an vnmannerly instrument for a woman , and therefore talke broadly of thee , when you shall haue them sit wider to a worse quality .

Mol.

Push , I euer fall a sleepe and thinke not of 'em sir , and thus I dreame .

Seb. Prithee let 's heare thy dreame Mol . Mol. I dreame there is a Mistresse , And she layes out the money , The song . Shee goes vnto her Sisters , Shee neuer comes at any . Enter Sir Alexander behind them Shee sayes shee went to 'th Bursse for patternes , You shall finde her at Saint Katherns , And comes home with neuer a penny . Seb. That 's a free Mistresse ' faith . Alex. I , I , I , like her that sings it , one of thine own choosing . Mol. But shall I dreame againe ? Here comes a wench will braue ye , Her courage was so great , Shee lay with one o' the Nauy , Her husband lying i' the Fleet . Yet oft with him she cauel'd , I wonder what shee ailes , Her husbands ship lay grauel'd , When her's could hoyse vp sailes , Yet shee beganne like all my foes , To call whoore first : for so do those ; A pox of all false tayles . Seb. Marry amen say I . Alex. So say I too . Mol.

Hang vp the viall now sir : all this while I was in a dreame , one shall lie rudely then ; but being awake , I keepe my legges together ; a watch , what 's a clocke here .

Alex. Now , now , shee 's trapt . Moll .

Betweene one and two ; nay then I care not : a watch and a musitian are cossen Germanes in one thing , they must both keepe time well , or there 's no goodnesse in 'em , the one else deserues to be dasht against a wall , and tother to haue his braines knockt out with a fiddle case , what ? a loose chaine and a dangling Diamond .

Here were a braue booty for an euening-theefe now , There 's many a younger brother would be glad To looke twice in at a window for 't , And wriggle in and out , like an eele in a sandbag , Oh if mens secret youthfull faults should iudge 'em , 'T would be the general'st execution ,

That ere was seene in England ; there would bee but few left to sing the ballets , there would be so much worke : most of our brokers would be chosen for hangmen , a good day for them : they might renew their wardrops of free cost then .

Seb. This is the roaring wench must do vs good . Mary .

No poyson sir but serues vs for some vse , which is confirm'd in her .

Seb. Peace , peace , foot I did here him sure , where ere he be . Mol. Who did you heare ? Seb. My father , 't was like a sight of his , I must be wary , Alex. No wilt not be , am I alone so wretched That nothing takes ? I 'le put him to his plundge for 't . Seb. Life , heere he comes , � sir I beseech you take it , Your way of teaching does so much content me , I 'le make it foure pound , here 's forty shillings sir . I thinke I name it right : helpe me good Mol , Forty in hand . Mol. Sir you shall pardon me , I haue more of the meanest scholler I can teach , This paies me more , then you haue offred yet . Seb. At the next quarter When I receiue the meanes my father ' lowes me . You shall haue tother forty , Alex. This were well now , Wer 't to a man , whose sorrowes had blind eies , But mine behold his follies and vntruthes , With two cleere glasses � how now ? Seb. Sir . Alex. What 's he there ? Seb. You 'r come in good time sir , I 'ue a suite to you , I 'de craue your present kindnesse . Alex. What is he there ? Seb. A Gentleman , a musitian sir , one of excellent fingring . Alex. I , I thinke so , I wonder how they scapt her . Seb. Has the most delicate stroake sir , Alex. A stroake indeed , I feele it at my heart , Seb. Puts downe all your famous musitians . Alex. I , a whoore may put downe a hundred of 'em . Seb. Forty shillings is the agrement sir betweene vs , Now sir , my present meanes , mounts but to halfe on 't . Alex. And he stands vpon the whole . Seb. I indeed does he sir . Alex. And will doe still , hee 'l nere be in other taile , Seb. Therefore I 'de stop his mouth sir , and I could , Alex. Hum true , there is no other way indeed , His folly hardens , shame must needs succeed . Now sir I vnderstand you professe musique . Mol. I am a poore seruant to that liberall science sir . Alex. Where is it you teach ? Mol. Right against Cliffords Inne . Alex. Hum that 's a fit place for it : you haue many schollers . Mol. And some of worth , whom I may call my maisters . Alex.

I true , a company of whooremaisters ; you teach to sing too ?

Mol. Marry do I sir . Alex.

I thinke you 'l finde an apt scholler of my sonne , especially for pricke-song .

Mol. I haue much hope of him . Alex.

I am sory for 't , I haue the lesse for that : you can play any lesson .

Mol. At first sight sir . Alex. There 's a thing called the witch , can you play that ? Mol. I would be sory any one should mend me in 't . Alex. I , I beleeue thee , thou hast so bewitcht my sonne , No care will mend the worke that thou hast done , I haue bethought my selfe since my art failes , I 'le make her pollicy the Art to trap her . Here are foure Angels markt with holes in them Fit for his crackt companions , gold he will giue her , These will I make induction to her ruine , And rid shame from my house , griefe from my heart Here sonne , in what you take content and pleasure , Want shall not curbe you , pay the Gentleman His latter halfe in gold . Seb. I thanke you sir . Alex. Oh may the operation an 't , end three , In her , life : shame , in him ; and griefe , in mee . Exit Alexander . Seb. Faith thou shalt haue 'em 't is my fathers guift , Neuer was man beguild with better shift . Mol. Hee that can take mee for a male musitian , I cannot choose but make him my instrument , And play vpon him . Exeunt omnes . Enter Mistresse Gallipot , and Mistresse Openworke . Mi. Gal. Is then that bird of yours ( Maister Goshawke ) so wild ? Mist. Open.

A Goshawke , a Puttocke ; all for prey : he angles for fish , but he loues flesh better .

Mist. Gal.

Is 't possible his smoth face should haue wrinckles in 't , and we not see them ?

Mist. Open.

Possible ? why haue not many handsome legges in silke stockins villanous splay feete for all their great roses ?

Mist. Gal. Troth firra thou saist true . Mist. Op.

Didst neuer see an archer ( as tho 'ast walkt by Bun-hill ) looke a squint when he drew his bow ?

Mist. Gal.

Yes , when his arrowes haue flin'e toward Islington , his eyes haue shot cleane contrary towards Pimlico .

Mist. Open.

For all the world so does Maister Goshawke double with me .

Mist. Gal. Oh fie vpon him , if he double once he 's not for me . Mist. Open.

Because Goshawke goes in a shag-ruffe band , with a face sticking vp in 't , which showes like an agget set in acrampe ring , he thinkes I 'me in loue with him .

Mist. Gal. 'Las I thinke he takes his marke amisse in thee . Mist. Open.

He has by often beating into me made mee beleeue that my husband kept a whore .

Mist. Gal. Very good . Mist. Open.

Swore to me that my husband this very morning went in a boate with a tilt ouer it , to the three pidgions at Brainford , and his puncke with him vnder his tilt .

Mist. Gal. That were wholesome . Mist. Open.

I beleeu'd it , fell a swearing at him , curssing of harlots , made me ready to hoyse vp saile , and be there as soone as hee .

Mist. Gal. So , so . Mist. Open.

And for that voyage Goshawke comes hither incontinently , but sirra this water-spaniell diues after no ducke but me , his hope is hauing mee at Braineford to make mee cry quack .

Mist. Gall. Art sure of it ? Mist. Open.

Sure of it ? my poore innocent Openworke came in as I was poking my ruffe , presently hit I him i' the teeth with the three pidgions : he forswore all , I vp and opened all , and now stands he ( in a shop hard by ) like a musket on a rest , to hit Goshawke i' the eie , when he comes to fetch me to the boate .

Mist. Gal.

Such another lame Gelding offered to carry mee through thicke and thinne , ( Laxton sirra ) but I am ridd of him now .

Mist. Open.

Happy is the woman can bee ridde of 'em all ; 'las what are your whisking gallants to our husbands , weigh 'em rightly man for man .

Mist. Gall. Troth meere shallow things . Mist. Open.

Idle simple things , running heads , and yet let 'em run ouer vs neuer so fast , we shop-keepers ( when all 's done ) are sure to haue 'em in our pursnets at length , and when they are in , Lord what simple animalls they are .

Mist. Open. Then they hang head . Most . Gal. Then they droupe . Mist. Open. Then they write letters . Mist. Gal. Then they cogge . Mist. Open.

Then they deale vnder hand with vs , and wee must ingle with our husbands a bed , and wee must sweare they are our cosens , and able to do vs a pleasure at Court .

Mist. Gal.

And yet when wee haue done our best , al 's but put into a riuen dish , wee are but frumpt at and libell'd vpon .

Mist. Open.

Oh if it were the good Lords will , there were a law made , no Cittizen should trust any of 'em all .

Enter Goshawke . Mist. Gal. Hush sirra , Goshawke flutters . Gosh. How now , are you ready ? Mist. Open.

Nay are you ready ? a little thing you see makes vs ready .

Gosh. Vs ? why , must shee make one i' the voiage ? Mist. Open.

Oh by any meanes , do I know how my husband will handle mee ?

Gosh.

'Foot , how shall I find water , to keepe these two mils going ? Well since you 'l needs bee clapt vnder hatches , if I sayle not with you both till all split , hang mee vp at the maine yard , & duck mee ; it 's but lickering them both soundly , & then you shall see their corke heeles flie vp high , like two swannes when their tayles are aboue water , and their long neckes vnder water , diuing to catch gudgions : come , come , oares stand ready , the tyde 's with vs , on with those false faces , blow winds and thou shalt take thy husband , casting out his net to catch fresh Salmon at Brainford .

Mist. Gal.

I beleeue you 'l eate of a coddes head of your owne dressing , before you reach halfe way thither .

Gosh. So , so , follow close , pin as you go . Enter Laxton muffled . Lax. Do you heare ? Mist. Gal. Yes , I thanke my eares . Lax. I must haue a bout with your Poticariship , Mist. Gal. At what weapon ? Lax. I must speake with you . Mist. Gal. No . Lax No ? you shall . Mist. Gal. Shall ? away soust Sturgion , halfe fish , halfe flesh . Lax.

'Faith gib , are you spitting , I 'le cut your tayle puscat for this ,

Mist. Gal.

'Las poore Laxton , I thinke thy tayle 's cut already : your worst ;

Lax. If I do not , � Exit Laxton . Gosh. Come , ha' you done ? Enter Maister Openworke . Sfoote Rosamond , your husband . welcome , Maist. Open. How now ? sweete Maist Goshawke , none more I haue wanted your embracements : when friends meete , The musique of the spheares sounds not more sweete , Then does their conferenc : who is this ? Rosamond : Wife : how now sister ? Gosh. Silence if you loue mee . Maist. Open. Why maskt ? Mist. Open. Does a maske grieue you sir ? Maist. Open. It does . Mist. Open. Then y' are best get you a mumming . Gosh. S'foote you 'l spoyle all . Mist. Gall. May not wee couer our bare faces with maskes As well as you couer your bald heads with hats ? Ma. Op. No maskes , why , th' are theeues to beauty , that rob Of admiration in which true loue lies , ( eies Why are maskes worne ? why good ? or why desired ? Vnlesse by their gay couers wits are fiered To read the vild'st lookes ; many bad faces , ( Because rich gemmes are treasured vp in cases ) Passe by their priuiledge currant , but as caues Dambe misers Gold , so maskes are beauties graues , Men nere meete women with such muffled eies , But they curse her , that first did maskes deuise , And sweare it was some beldame . Come off with 't . Mist. Open. I will not . Maist. Open. Good faces maskt are Iewels kept by spirits . Hide none but bad ones , for they poyson mens sights , Show then as shop-keepers do their broidred stuffe , ( By owle light ) fine wares cannot be open enough , Prithee ( sweete Rose ) come strike this sayle . Mist. Open. Saile ? ( eyes : Maist. Op. Ha ? yes wife strike saile , for stormes are in thine Mist. Open. Th' are here sir in my browes if any rise . Maist. Open. Ha browes ? ( what sayes she friend ) pray tel me Your two flagges were aduaunst ; the Comedy , ( why Come what 's the Comedy ? Mist. Open. Westward hoe . Maist. Open. How ? Mist. Open. 'T is Westward hoe shee saies . Gosh. Are you both madde ? Mist. Open.

Is 't Market day at Braineford , and your ware not sent vp yet ?

Maist. Open. What market day ? what ware ? Mist. Open.

Apy with three pidgions in 't , 't is drawne and staies your cutting vp .

Gosh. As you regard my credit . Maist. Open. Art madde ? Mist. Open. Yes letcherous goate ; Baboone . Maist. Open. Baboone ? then tosse mee in a blancket , Mist. Open. Do I it well ? Mist. Gall. Rarely . Gosh. Belike sir shee 's not well ; best leaue her . Maist. Open. No , I 'le stand the storme now how fierce so ere it blow . Mist. Open. Did I for this loose all my friends ? refuse Rich hopes , and golden fortunes , to be made A stale to a common whore ? Maist. Open. This does amaze mee . Mist. Open. Oh God , oh God , feede at reuersion now ? A Strumpets leauing ? Maist. Open. Rosamond , Gosh. I sweate , wo'ld I lay in cold harbour . Mist. Open.

Thou hast struck ten thousand daggers through my heart .

Maist. Open. Not I by heauen sweete wife . ( thee Mist. Open. Go diuel go ; that which thou swear'st by , damnes Gosh. S'heart will you vndo mee ? Mist. Open.

Why stay you heere ? the starre , by which you saile , shines yonder aboue Chelsy ; you loose your shore if this moone light you : seeke out your light whore .

Maist. Open. Ha ? Mist. Gal. Push ; your Westerne pug . Gosh, Zounds now hell roares . Mist. Open.

With whom you tilted in a paire of oares , this very morning .

Maist. Open. Oares ? Mist. Open. At Brainford sir . Maist. Open.

Racke not my patience : Maister Goshawke , some slaue has buzzed this into her , has he not ? I run a tilt in Brainford with a woman ? 't is a lie : What old baud tels thee this ? S'death 't is a lie .

Mist. Open. 'T is one to thy face shall iustify all that I speake . Maist. Open. Vd'soule do but name that rascall . Mist. Open. No sir I will not . Gosh. Keepe thee there girle : � then ! Mist. Open. Sister know you this varlet ? Mist. Gall. Yes . Maist. Open. Sweare true ,

Is there a rogue so low damn'd ? a second Iudas ? a common hangman ? cutting a mans throate ? does it to his face ? bite mee behind my backe ? a cur dog ? sweare if you know this hell-hound .

Mist. Gall. In truth I do , Maist. Open. His name ? Mist. Gall. Not for the world ; To haue you to stab him . Gosh. Oh braue girles : worth Gold . Maist. Open. A word honest maister Goshawke . Draw out his sword Gosh. What do you meane sir ? Maist. Open.

Keepe off , and if the diuell can giue a name to this new fury , holla it throngh my eare , or wrap it vp in some hid character : I 'le ride to Oxford , and watch out mine eies , but I 'le heare the brazen head speak : or else shew me but one haire of his head or beard , that I may sample it ; if the fiend I meet ( in myne owne house ) I 'le kill him : � the streete .

Or at the Church dore : � there � ( cause he seekes to vnty The knot God fastens ) he deserues most to dy . Mist. Open. My husband titles him . Maist. Open. Maister Goshawke , pray sir Sweare to me , that you know him or know him not , ( wiues , Who makes me at Brainford to take vp a peticote beside my Gosh. By heauen that man I know not . Mist. Open. Come , come , you lie . Gosh. Will you not haue all out ? By heauen I know no man beneath the moon Should do you wrong , but if I had his name , I 'de print it in text letters . Mist. Open. Print thine owne then , Did'st not thou sweare to me he kept his whoore ? Mist. Gal. And that in sinfull Brainford they would commit That which our lips did water at sir , � ha ? Mist. Open. Thou spider , that hast wouen thy cunning web In mine owne house t' insnare me : hast not thou Suck't nourishment euen vnderneath this roofe , And turned it all to poyson ? spitting it , On thy friends face ( my husband ? ) he as t' were sleeping : Onely to leaue him vgly to mine eies , That they might glance on thee . Mist. Gal. Speake , are these lies ? Gosh. Mine owne shame me confounds : Mist. Open. No more , hee 's stung ; who 'd thinke that in one body there could dwell Deformitie and beauty , ( heauen and hell ) Goodnesse I see is but outside , wee all set , In rings of Gold , stones that be counterfet : I thought you none . Gosh. Pardon mee . Maist. Open. Truth I doe . This blemish growes in nature not in you , For mans creation sticke euen moles in scorne On fairest cheeks , wife nothing is perfect borne . Mist. Open. I thought you had bene borne perfect . Maist. Open. What 's this whole world but a gilt rotten pill ? For at the heart lies the old chore still . I 'le tell you Maister Goshawke , I in your eie I haue seene wanton fire , and then to try The soundnesse of my iudgement , I told you I kept a whoore , made you beleeue 't was true , Onely to feele how your pulse beate , but find , The world can hardly yeeld a perfect friend . Come , come , a tricke of youth , and 't is forgiuen , This rub put by , our loue shall runne more euen . Mist. Open , You 'l deale vpon mens wiues no more ? Gosh. No : � you teach me a tricke for that . Mist. Open. Troth do not , they 'l o're-reach thee . Mai. Open. Make my house yours sir still . Gosh. No . Maist. Open. I say you shall : Seeing ( thus besieg'd ) it holds out , 't will neuer fall . Enter Maister Gallipot , and Greenewit like a Somner , Laxton muffled a loofo off . Omnes How now ? Maist. Gall. With mee sir ? Greene.

You sir ? I haue gon snaffling vp and downe by your dore this houre to watch for you .

Mist. Gall. What 's the matter husband ? Greene.

� I haue caught a cold in my head sir , by sitting vp late in the rose tauerne , but I hope you vnderstand my speech .

Maist. Gal. So sir . Greene.

I cite you by the name of Hippocrates Gallipot , and you by the name of Prudence Gallipot , to appeare vpon Crastino , doe you see , Crastino sancti Dunstani ( this Easter Tearme ) in Bow Church .

Maist. Gall. Where sir ? what saies he ? Greene.

Bow : Bow Church , to answere to a libel of precontract on the part and behalfe of the said Prudence and another ; y' are best sir take a coppy of the citation , 't is but tweluepence .

Omnes A Citation ? Maist. Gal.

You pocky-nosed rascall , what slaue fees you to this ?

Lax. Slaue ? I ha nothing to do with you , doe you heare sir ? Gosh. Laxton i st not ? � what fagary is this ? Maist. Gal.

Trust me I thought sir this storme long ago had bene full laid , when ( if you be remembred ) I paid you the last fifteene pound , besides the thirty you had first , � for then you swore .

Lax. Tush , tush sir , oathes , Truth yet I 'me loth to vexe you , � tell you what ; Make vp the mony I had an hundred pound , And take your belly full of her . Maist. Gall. An hundred pound ? Mist. Gal.

What a 100 pound ? he gets none : what a 100 pound ?

Maist. Gal. Sweet Pru be calme , the Gentleman offers thus , If I will make the monyes that are past A 100 pound , he will discharge all courts , And giue his bond neuer to vexe vs more . Mist. Gal. A 100 pound ? 'Las ; take sir but threescore , Do you seeke my vndoing ? Lax.

I 'le not bate one sixpence , � I 'le mall you pusse for spitting .

Mist. Gal. Do thy worst , Will fourescore stop thy mouth ? Lax. No . Mist. Gal. Y' are a slaue , Thou Cheate , I 'le now teare mony from thy throat , Husband lay hold on yonder tauny-coate . Greene.

Nay Gentlemen , seeing your woemen are so hote , I must loose my haire in their company I see .

Mist. Ope.

His haire sheds off , and yet he speaks not so much in the nose as he did before .

Gosh.

He has had the better Chirurgion , Maister Greenewit , is your wit so raw as to play no better a part then a Somners ?

Maist. Gal.

I pray who playes a knacke to know an honest man in this company ?

Mist. Gall. Deere husband , pardon me , I did dissemble , Told thee I was his precontracted wife , When letters came from him for thirty pound , I had no shift but that . Maist. Gal.

A very cleane shift : but able to make mee lowsy , On .

Mist. Gal.

Husband , I pluck'd ( when he had tempted mee to thinke well of him ) Get fethers from thy wings , to make him flie more lofty .

Maist. Gall. A' the top of you wife : on . Mist. Gal. He hauing wasted them , comes now for more , Vsing me as a ruffian doth his whore , Whose sinne keepes him in breath : by heauen I vow , Thy bed he neuer wrong'd , more then he does now . Maist. Gal.

My bed ? ha , ha , like enough , a shop-boord will serue to haue a cuckolds coate cut out vpon : of that wee 'l talke hereafter : y' are a villaine .

Lax. Heare mee but speake sir , you shall finde mee none . Omnes Pray sir , be patient and heare him . Maist. Gal. I am muzzled for biting sir , vse me how you will . Lax. The first howre that your wife was in my eye , My selfe with other Gentlemen sitting by , ( In your shop ) tasting smoake , and speech beng vsed , That men who haue fairest wiues are most abused , And hardly scapt the horne , your wife maintain'd That onely such spots in Citty dames were stain'd , Iustly , but by mens slanders : for her owne part , Shee vow'd that you had so much of her heart ; No man by all his wit , by any wile , Neuer so fine spunne , should your selfe be guile , Of what in her was yours . Maist. Gal.

Yet Pru 't is well : play out your game at Irish sir : Who winnes ?

Mist. Open. The triall is when shee comes to bearing : Lax. I scorn'd one woman , thus , should braue all men , And ( which more vext me ) a shee-citizen . Therefore I laid siege to her , out she held , Gaue many a braue repulse , and me compel'd With shame to sound retrait to my hot lust , Then seeing all base desires rak'd vp in dust , And that to tempt her modest eares , I swore Nere to presume againe : she said , her eie Would euer giue me welcome honestly , And ( since I was a Gentlman ) if it runne low , Shee would my state relieue , not to o'rethrow Your owne and hers : did so ; then seeing I wrought Vpon her meekenesse , mee she set at nought , And yet to try if I could turne that tide , You see what streame I stroue with , but sir I sweare By heauen , and by those hopes men lay vp there , I neither haue , nor had a base intent To wrong your bed , what 's done , is meriment : Your Gold I pay backe with this interest , When I had most power to do 't I wrong'd you least . Maist. Gal. If this no gullery be sir , Omnes No , no , on my life , Maist. Gal. Then sir I am beholden ( not to you wife ) But Maister Laxton to your want of doing ill , Which it seemes you haue not Gentlemen , Tarry and dine here all . Maist. Open. Brother , we haue a iest , As good as yours to furnish out a feast . Maist. Gal. Wee 'l crowne our table with it : wife brag no more , Of holding out : who most brags is most whore . Exeunt omnes . Enter Iacke Dapper , Moll , Sir Beautious Ganymed , and Sir Thomas Long . Iacke Dap.

But prethee Maister Captaine Iacke be plaine and perspicuous with mee ; was it your Megge of Westminsters courage , that rescued mee from the Poultry puttockes indeed .

Mol.

The valour of my wit I ensure you sir fetcht you off brauely , when you werre i' the forlorne hope among those desperates , Sir Bewtious Ganymed here , and sir Thomas Long heard that cuckoe ( my man Trapdore ) sing the note of your ransome from captiuty .

Sir Bewt. Vds so Mol , where 's that Trapdore ? Mol.

Hang'd I thinke by this time , a Iustice in this towne , ( that speakes nothing but make a Mittimus a way with him to Newgate ) vsed that rogue like a fire-worke to run vpon a line betwixt him and me .

Omnes how , how ? Mol.

Marry to lay traines of villany to blow vp my life ; I smelt the powder , spy'd what linstocke gaue fire to shoote against the poore Captaine of the Gallifoyst , & away slid I my man , like a shouell-board shilling , hee stroutes vp and downe the suburbes I thinke : and eates vp whores : feedes vpon a bauds garbadg .

T. Long . Sirra Iacke Dapper . Iac , Dap. What sai'st Tom Long ? T. Long .

Thou hadst a sweet fac't boy haile fellow with thee to your little Gull : how is he spent ?

Iack. Dap.

Troth I whistled the poore little buzzard of a my fist , because when hee wayted vpon mee at the ordinaries , the gallants hit me i' the teeth still , and said I lookt like a painted Aldermans tomb , and the boy at my elbow like a deaths head . Sirra Iacke , Mol .

Mol. What saies my little Dapper ? Sir Bewt. Come , come , walke and talke , walke and talke . Iack. Dap. Mol and I 'le be i' the midst . Mol.

These Knights shall haue squiers places belike then : well Dapper what say y ou ?

Iack. Dap.

Sirra Captaine mad Mary , the gull my owne father ( Dapper ) Sir Dauy ) laid these London boote-halers the catch poles in ambush to set vpon mee .

Omnes Your father ? away Iacke . Iack. Dap.

By the tassels of this handkercher 't is true , and what was his warlicke stratageme thinke you ? hee thought because a wicker cage tames a nightingale , a lowsy prison could make an asse of mee .

Omnes A nasty plot . Iack. Dap.

I ; as though a Counter , which is a parke , in which all the wilde beasts of the Citty run head by head could tame mee .

Enter the Lord Noland . Moll . Yonder comes my Lord Noland . Omnes Saue you my Lord . L. Nol.

Well met Gentlemen all , good Sir Bewtious Ganymed , Sir Thomas Long ? , and how does Maister Dapper ?

Iack. Dap. Thankes my Lord . Mol. No Tobacco my Lord ? L. Nol No faith Iacke . Iack. Dap.

My Lord Noland will you goe to Pimlico with vs ? wee are making a boone voyage to that happy land of spice-cakes

L. Nol.

Heere 's such a merry ging , I could find in my heart to saile to the worlds end with such company , come Gentlemen let 's on .

Iack. Dap. Here 's most amorous weather my Lord . Omnes Amorous weather . They walke . Iac. Dap. Is not amorous a good word ? Enter Trapdore like a poore Souldier with a patch o're one eie , and Teare-Cat with him , all tatters . Trap.

Shall we set vpon the infantry , these troopes of foot ? Zounds yonder comes Mol my whoorish Maister & Mistresse , would I had her kidneys betweene my teeth .

Tear-Cat . I had rather haue a cow heele . Trap.

Zounds I am so patcht vp , she cannot discouer mee : wee 'l on .

T. Cat. Alla corago then . Trap.

Good your Honours , and Worships , enlarge the eares of commiseration , and let the sound of a hoarse military organ-pipe , penetrate your pittiful bowels to extract out of them so many small drops of siluer , as may giue a hard strawbed lodging to a couple of maim'd souldiers .

Iacke Dap. Where are you maim'd ? T Cat. In both our neather limbs . Mol.

Come , come , Dapper , le ts giue 'em something , las poore men , what mony haue you ? by my troth I loue a souldier with my soule .

Sir Bewt. Stay , stay , where haue you seru'd ? T. Long . In any part of the Low countries ? Trap.

Not in the Low countries , if it please your manhood , but in Hungarie against the Turke at the siedge of Belgrad .

L. Nol. Who seru'd there with you sirra ? Trap.

Many Hungarians , Moldauians , Valachians , and Transiluanians , with some Sclauonians , and retyring home sir , the Venetian Gallies tooke vs prisoners , yet free'd vs , and suffered vs to beg vp and downe the country .

Iack. Dap. You haue ambled all ouer Italy then . Trap.

Oh sir , from Venice to Roma , Uecchio , Bononia , Romania , Bolonia , Modena , Piacenza , and Tuscana , with all her Cities , as Pistoia , Valteria , Mountepulchena , Arrezzo , with the Siennois , and diuerse others .

Mol. Meere rogues , put spurres to 'em once more . Iack. Dap.

Thou look'st like a strange creature , a fat butter-box , yet speak'st English ,

What art thou ? T. Cat. Ick mine Here . Ick bin den ruffling Teare-Cat . Den , braue Soldade , Ick bin dorick all Dutchlant . Gueresen : Der Shellum das meere Ine Beasa Ine woert gaeb . Ick slaag vin stroakes ou tom Cop . Dastick Den hundred touzun Diuell halle , Frollick miue Here . Sir Bewt. Here , here , let 's be rid of their iobbering , Moll .

Not a crosse Sir Bewtiout , you base rogues , I haue taken measure of you , better then a taylor can , and I 'le fit you , as you ( monster with one eie ) haue fitted mee ,

Trap. Your Worship will not abuse a souldier . Moll .

Souldier ? thou deseru'st to bee hang'd vp by that tongue which dishonours so noble a profession , souldier you skeldering varlet ? hold , stand , there should be a trapdore here abouts .

Pull off his patch Trap.

The balles of these glasiers of mine ( mine eyes ) shall be shot vp and downe in any hot peece of seruice for my inuincible Mistresse .

Iacke Dap.

I did not thinke there had bene such knauery in blacke patches as now I see .

Mol.

Oh sir he hath bene brought vp in the I le of dogges , and can both fawne like a Spaniell , and bite like a Mastiue , as hee finds occasion .

L. Nol. What are you sirra ? a bird of this feather too . T. Cat. A man beaten from the wars sir . T. Long . I thinke so , for you neuer stood to fight . Iac. Dap. What 's thy name fellow souldier ? T. Cat. I am cal'd by those that haue seen my valour , Tear-Cat . Omnes Teare-Cat ? Moll .

A meere whip-Iacke , and that is in the Common-wealth of rogues , a slaue , that can talke of sea-fight , name all your chiefe Pirats , discouer more countries to you , then either the Dutch , Spanish , French , or English euer found out , yet indeed all his seruice is by land , and that is to rob a Faire , or some such venturous exploit ; Teare-Cat , foot sirra I haue your name now I remember me in my booke of horners , hornes for the thumbe , you know how .

T. Cat.

No indeed Captaine Mol ( for I know you by sight ) I am no such nipping Christian , but a maunderer vpon the pad I confesse , and meeting with honest Trapdore here , whom you had cashierd from bearing armes , out at elbowes vnder your colours , I instructed him in the rudements of roguery , and by my map made him saile ouer any Country you can name , so that now he can maunder better then my selfe .

Iack. Dap. So then Trapdore thou art turn'd souldier now . Trap.

Alas sir , now there 's no warres , 't is the safest course of life I could take .

Mol.

I hope then you can cant , for by your cudgels , you sirra are an vpright man .

Trap. As any walkes the hygh way I assure you . Mol.

And Teare-Cat what are you ? a wilde rogue , an angler , or a ruffler ?

T. Cat.

Brother to this vpright man , flesh and bloud , ruffling Teare-Cat is my name , and a ruffler is my stile , my title , my profession .

Mol. Sirra where 's your Doxy , halt not with mee . Omnes Doxy Mol , what 's that ? Mol. His wench . Trap.

My doxy I haue by the Salomon a doxy , that carries a kitchin mort in her slat at her backe , besides my dell and my dainty wilde del , with all whom I 'le tumble this next darkmans in the strommel , and drinke ben baufe , and eate a fat gruntling cheate , a cackling cheate , and a quacking cheate .

Iack. Dap. Here 's old cheating . Trap.

My doxy stayes for me in a bousing ken , braue Captaine .

Mol.

Hee sayes his wench staies for him in an alehouse : you are no pure rogues .

T. Cat.

Pure rogues ? no , wee scorne to be pure rogues , but if you come to our lib ken , or our stalling ken , you shall finde neither him nor mee , a quire cuffin .

Mol. So sir , no churle of you . T. Cat. No , but a ben caue , a braue caue , a gentry cuffin . L. Nol. Call you this canting ? Iack. Dap.

Zounds , I 'le giue a schoolemaister halfe a crowne a week , and teach mee this pedlers French .

Trap.

Do but strowle sir , halfe a haruest with vs sir , and you shall gabble your belly-full .

Mol. Come you rogue cant with me . T. Long .

Well sayd Mol , cant with her sirra , and you shall haue mony , else not a penny .

Trap. I 'le haue a bout if she please . Mol. Come on sirra . Trap.

Ben mort , shall you and I heaue a booth , mill a ken or nip a bung , and then wee 'l couch a hogshead vnder the Ruffemans , and there you shall wap with me , & I le niggle with you .

Mol. Out you damn'd impudent rascall . Trap.

Cut benar whiddes , and hold your fambles and your stampes .

L Nol.

Nay , nay , Mol , why art thou angry ? what was his gibberish ?

Mol.

Marry this my Lord sayes hee ; Ben mort ( good wench ) shal you and I heaue a booth , mill a ken , or nip a bung ? shall you and I rob a house , or cut a purse ?

Omnes Very Good . ( mans : Mol. And then wee 'l couch a hogshead vnder the Ruffe - And then wee 'l lie vnder a hedge . Trap.

That was my desire Captaine , as 't is fit a souldier should lie .

Mol.

And there you shall wap with mee , and I 'le niggle with you , and that 's all .

Sir Bewt. Nay , nay Mol what 's that wap ? Iack. Dap.

Nay teach mee what niggling is , I 'de faine bee niggling .

Mol.

Wapping and niggling is all one , the rogue my man can tell you .

Trap. 'T is fadoodling : if it please you . Sir Bewt. This is excellent , one fit more good Moll , Mol. Come you rogue sing with me . A gage of ben Rom-bouse In a bousing ken of Rom-vile . T. Cat. Is Benar then a Caster , Pecke , pennam , lay or popler , Which we mill in deuse a vile . Oh I wud lib all the lightmans . The song . Oh I woud lib all the darkemans , By the sollamon vnder the Ruffemans . By the sollamon in the Hartmans . T. Cat. And scoure the Quire cramp ring , And couch till a pallyard docked my dell , So my bousy nab might skew rome bouse well Auast to the pad , let vs bing , Auast to the pad , let vs bing . Omnes Fine knaues i'faith . Iack. Dap.

The grating of ten new cart-wheeles , and the gruntling of fiue hundred hogs co�ming from Rumford market , cannot make a worse noyse then this canting language does in my eares ; pray my Lord Noland , let 's giue these souldiers their pay .

Sir Bewt. Agreed , and let them march . L. Nol. Heere Mol . Mol.

Now I see that you are stal'd to the rogue , and are not ashamed of your professions , looke you : my Lord Noland heere and these Gentlemen , bestowes vpon you two , two boordes and a halfe , that 's two shillings sixe pence .

Trap. Thankes to your Lordship . T. Cat. Thankes heroicall Captaine . Mol. Away . Trap.

Wee shall cut ben whiddes of your Maisters and Mistreship , wheresoeuer we come .

Moll . You 'l maintaine sirra the old Iustices plot to his face . Trap. Else trine me on the cheats : hang me . Mol. Be sure you meete mee there . Trap.

Without any more maundring I 'le doo 't , follow braue Tear-Cat .

Exeunt they two manet the rest . T. Cat. I prae , sequor , let vs go mouse . L. Nol. Mol what was in that canting song ? ( onely milke Mol. Troth my Lord , onely a praise of good drinke , the Which these wilde beasts loue to sucke , and thus it was : A rich cup of wine , oh it is iuyce Diuine , More wholesome for the head , : hen meate , drinke , or bread , To fill my drunken pate , with that , I 'de sit vp late , By the heeles wou'd I lie , vnder a lowsy hedge die , Let a slaue haue a pull at my whore , so I be full Of that precious liquor ; And a parcell of such stuffe my Lord Not worth the opening . Enter a Cutpurse very gallant , with foure or fiue men after him , one with a wand . L. Nol. What gallant comes yonder ? T. Long . Masse I thinke I know him , 't is one of Cumberland . 1 Cut.

Shall we venture to shuffle in amongst yon heap of Gallants , and strike ?

2 Cut.

'T is a question whether there bee any siluer shels amongst them , for all their sattin outsides .

Omnes Let 's try ? Mol.

Pox on him , a gallant ? shaddow mee , I know him : 't is one that cumbers the land indeed ; if hee swimme neere to the shore of any of your pockets , looke to your purses .

Omnes Is 't possible ? Mol. This braue fellow is no better then a foyst . Omnes . Foyst , what 's that ? Mol.

A diuer with two fingers , a picke-pocket ; all his traine study the figging law , that 's to say ; cutting of purses and foysting ; one of them is a nip , I tooke him once i' the twopenny gallery at the Fortune ; then there 's a cloyer , or snap , that dogges any new brother in that trade , and snappes will haue halfe in any booty ; Hee with the wand is both a stale , whose office is , to face a man i' the streetes , whil'st shels are drawne by an other , and then with his blacke coniuring rod in his hand , he by the nimblenesse of his eye and iugling sticke , will in cheaping a peece of plate at a goldsmithes stall , make foure or fiue ringes mount from the top of his caduceus , and as if it were at leape-frog , they skip into his hand presently .

2. Cut. Zounds wee are smoakt . Omnes . Ha ? 2. Cut.

Wee are boyl'd , pox on her ; see Moll the roaring drabbe .

1. Cut. All the diseases of sixteene hospitals boyle her : away . Mol. Blesse you sir . 1. Cut. And you good sir . Mol. Do'st not ken mee man ? 1. Cut. No trust mee sir . Mol.

Heart , there 's a Knight to whom I 'me bound for many fauours , lost his purse at the last new play i' the Swanne , seuen Angels in 't , make it good you 'r best ; do you see ? no more .

1. Cut.

A Sinagogue shall be cal'd Mistresse Mary , disgrace mee not ; pacus palabros , I will coniure for you , farewell :

Mol. Did not I tell you my Lord ? L. Nol.

I wonder how thou cam'st to the knowledge of these nasty villaines .

T. Long .

And why doe the foule mouthes of the world call thee Mol cutpursse ? a name , me thinkes , damn'd and odious .

Mol. Dare any step forth to my face and say , I haue tane thee doing so Mol ? I must confesse , In younger dayes , when I was apt to stray , I haue sat amongst such adders ; seene their stings , As any here might , and in full play-houses Watcht their quicke-diuing hands , to bring to shame Such rogues , and in that streame met an ill name : When next my Lord you spie any one of those , So hee bee in his Art a scholler , question him , Tempt him with gold to open the large booke Of his close villanies : and you your selfe shall cant Better then poore Mol can , and know more lawes Of cheaters , lifters , nips , foysts , puggards , curbers , Withall the diuels blacke guard , then it is fit Should be discouered to a noble wit . I know they haue their orders , offices , Circuits and circles , vnto which they are bound , To raise their owne damnation in . Iack. Dap. How do'st thou know it ? Moll . As you do , I shew it you , they to me show it . Suppose my Lord you were in Venice . L. Nol. Well . Mol. If some Italian pander there would tell All the close trickes of curtizans ; would not you Hearken to such a fellow ? L. Nol. Yes . Mol. And here , Being come from Uenice , to a friend most deare That were to trauell thither , you would proclaime Your knowledge in those villanies , to saue Your friend from their quicke danger : must you haue A blacke ill name , because ill things you know , Good troth my Lord , I am made Mol cut purse so . How many are whores , in small ruffes and still lookes ? How many chast , whose names fill slanders bookes ? Were all men cuckolds , whom gallants in their scornes Cal so , we should not walke for goring hornes , Perhaps for my madde going some reproue mee , I please my selfe , and care not else who loues mee . Omnes A braue minde Mol i'faith . T. Long . Come my Lord , shal 's to the Ordinary ? L. Nol. I , 't is noone sure . ( or to the world : Mol. Good my Lord , let not my name condemne me to you A fencer I hope may be cal'd a coward , is he so for that ? If all that haue ill names in London , were to be whipt , ( ther And to pay but twelue pence a peece to the beadle , I would ra - Haue his office , then a Constables . Iack. Dap.

So would I Captaine Moll : 't were a sweete tickling office i'faith .

Exeunt . Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue , Goshawke and Greenewit , and others . Alex. My sonne marry a theefe , that impudent girle , Whom all the world sticke their worst eyes vpon ? Greene. How will your care preuent it ? Gosh. 'T is impossible . They marry close , thei 'r gone , but none knowes whether . Alex. Oh Gentlemen , when ha's a fathers heart-strings Enter a seruant . Held out so long from breaking : now what newes sir ? Seruant . They were met vppo' th water an houre since , sir , Putting in towards the Sluce . Alex. The Sluce ? come Gentlemen , 'T is Lambith workes against vs . Greene.

And that Lambith , ioynes more mad matches , then your sixe wet townes , twixt that and Windsor-bridge , where fares lye soaking .

Alex. Delay no time sweete Gentlemen : to Blacke Fryars , Wee 'l take a paire of Oares and make after 'em . Enter Trapdore . Trap. Your sonne , and that bold masculine rampe My mistresse , are landed now at Tower . Alex. Hoyda , at Tower ? Trap. I heard it now reported . Alex. Which way Gentlemen shall I bestow my care ? I 'me drawne in peeces betwixt deceipt and shame . Enter sir Fitz-Allard . Fitz-Alla. Sir Alexander . You 'r well met , and most rightly serued , My daughter was a scorne to you . Alex. Say not so fir . Fitz-All. A very abiect , shee poore Gentlewoman , Your house had bene dishonoured . Giue you ioy sir , Of your sons Gaskoyne-Bride , you 'l be a Grandfather shortly To a fine crew of roaring sonnes and daughters , 'T will helpe to stocke the suburbes passing well sir . Alex. O play not with the miseries of my heart , Wounds should be drest and heal'd , not vext , or left Wide open , to the anguish of the patient , And scornefull aire let in : rather let pitty And aduise charitably helpe to refresh 'em . Fitz-All. who 'd place his charity so vnworthily . Like one that giues almes to a cursing beggar , Had I but found one sparke of goodnesse in you Toward my deseruing child , which then grew fond Of your sonnes vertues , I had cased you now . But I perceiue both fire of youth and goodnesse , Are rak'd vp in the ashes of your age , Else no such shame should haue come neere your house , Nor such ignoble sorrowe touch your heart , Alex. If not for worth , for pitties sake assist mee . Greene. You vrge a thing past sense , how can he helpe you ? All his assistance is as fraile as ours , Full as vncertaine , where 's the place that holds 'em ? One brings vs water-newes ; then comes an other With a full charg'd mouth , like a culuerins voyce , And he reports the Tower ; whose sounds are truest ? Gosh. In vaine you flatter him sir Alexander . Fitz-All. I flatter him , Gentlemen you wrong mee grosly . Greene, Hee doe's it well i'faith . Fitz-All. Both newes are false , Of Tower or water : they tooke no such way yet . ( plundges ? Alex. Oh strange : heare you this Gentlemen , yet more Fiz-Alla.

Th' are neerer then you thinke for yet more close , then if they were further off .

Alex. How am I lost in these distractions ? Fitz-Alla. For your speeches Gentlemen , In taxing me for rashnesse ; fore you all , I will engage my state to halfe his wealth , Nay to his sonnes reuenewes , which are lesse , And yet nothing at all , till they come from him ; That I could ( if my will stucke to my power ) , Preuent this mariage yet , nay banish her For euer from his thoughts , much more his armes . Alex. Slacke not this goodnesse , though you heap vpon me Mountaines of malice and reuenge hereafter : I 'de willingly resigne vp halfe my state to him , So he would marry the meanest drudge I hire . Greene. Hee talkes impossibilites , and you beleeue 'em . Fitz-Alla. I talke no more , then I know how to finish , My fortunes else are his that dares stake with me , The poore young Gentleman I loue and pitty : And to keepe shame from him , ( because the spring Of his affection was my daughters first , Till his frowne blasted all , ) do but estate him In those possessions , which your loue and care Once pointed out for him , that he may haue roome , To entertaine fortunes of noble birth , Where now his desperate wants casts him vpon her : And if I do not for his owne sake chiefly , Rid him of this disease , that now growes on him , I 'le forfeit my whole state , before these Gentlemen . Greene. Troth but you shall not vndertake such matches , Wee 'l perswade so much with you . Alex. Heere 's my ring , He will beleeue this token : fore these Gentlemen , I will confirme it fully : all those lands , My first loue lotted him , he shall straight possesse In that refusall . Fitz-All. If I change it not , change mee into a beggar . Green. Are you mad sir ? Fitz-All. 'T is done . Gosh. Will you vndoe your selfe by doing , And shewe a prodigall tricke in your old daies ? Alex. 'T is a match Gentlemen . Fitz-All. I , I , sir I . I akse no fauour ; trust to you for none , My hope rests in the goodnesse of your son . Exit Fitz-Allard . Greene. Hee holds it vp well yet . Gosh. Of an old knight i'faith . Alex. Curst be the time , I laid his first loue barren , Wilfully barren , that before this houre Had sprung forth friutes , of comfort and of honour ; He lou'd a vertuous Gentlewoman . Enter Moll . Gosh. Life , heere 's Mol . Green. Iack . Gosh. How dost thou Iacke ? Mol. How dost thou Gallant ? Alex. Impudence , where 's my sonne ? Moll . Weakensse , go looke him . Alex. Is this your wedding gowne ? Mol. The man talkes monthly : Hot broth and a darke chamber for the knight , I see hee 'l be starke mad at our next meeting . Exit Moll Gosh. Why sir , take comfort now , there 's no such matter , No Priest will marry her , sir , for a woman , Whiles that shape 's on , and it was neuer knowne , Two men were married and conioyn'd in one : Your sonne hath made some shift to loue another . Alex. What ere ' she be , she has my blessing with her , May they be rich , and fruitfull , and receiue Like comfort to their issue , as I take in them , Ha's pleas'd me now , marrying not this , Through a whole world he could not chuse amisse . Green. Glad y' are so penitent , for your former sinne sir . Gosh. Say he should take a wench with her smocke-dowry , No portion with her , but her lips and armes ? Alex. Why ? who thriue better sir ? they haue most blessing , Though other haue more wealth , and least repent , Many that want most , know the most content . Greene. Say he should marry a kind youthfull sinner . Alex. Age will quench that , any offence but theft and drunkennesse Nothing but death can wipe away . , There sinnes are greene , euen when there heads are gray , Nay I dispaire not now , my heart 's cheer'd Gentlemen , No face can come vnfortunately to me , Now sir , your newes ? Enter a seruant . Seruant . Your sonne with his faire Bride is neere at hand , Alex. Faire may their fortunes be . Green. Now you 'r resolu'd sir , it was neuer she , Alex. I finde it in the musicke of my heart , Enter Mol maskt , in Sebastians hand , and Fitz-Allard . See where they come . Gosh. A proper lusty presence sir . Alex. Now has he pleas'd me right , I alwaies counseld him To choose a goodly personable creature , Iust of her pitch was my first wife his mother . Seb. Before I dare discouer my offence , I kneele for pardon . Alex ; My heart gaue it thee , before thy tongue could aske it , Rise , thou hast rais'd my ioy to greater height . Then to that seat where griefe deiected it , Both welcome to my loue , and care for euer , Hide not my happinesse too long , al 's pardoned , Here are our friends , salute her , Gentlemen . They vnmaske her . Omnes . Heart , who this Mol ? Alex. O my reuiuing shame , is 't I must liue , To be strucke blind , be it the worke of sorrow , Before age take 't in hand . Fitz-All. Darkenesse and death . Haue you deceau'd mee thus ? did I engage My whole estate for this . Alex. You askt no fauour , And you shall finde as little , since my comforts , Play false with me , I 'le be as cruell to thee As griefe to fathers hearts . Mol. Why what 's the matter with you ? Lesse too much ioy , should make your age forgetfull , Are you too well , too happy ? Alex. With a vengeance . Mol. Me thinkes you should be proud of such a daughter , As good a man , as your sonne . Alex. O monstrous impudence . Mol. You had no note before , an vnmarkt Kinght , Now all the towne will take regard on you , And all your enemies feare you for my sake , You may passe where you list , through crowdes most thicke , And come of brauely with your pursse vnpickt , You do not know the benefits I bring with mee , No cheate dares worke vpon you , with thumbe or knife , While y 'aue a roaring girle to your sonnes wife . Alex. A diuell rampant . Fitz-Alla. Haue you so much charity ? Yet to release mee of my last rash bargaine , And I 'le giue in your pledge . Alex. No sir , I stand to 't , I 'le worke vpon aduantage , As all mischiefes do vpon mee . Aitz-All. Content , beare witnesse all then His are the lands , and so contention ends . Here comes your sonnes Bride , twixt two noble friends . Enter the Lord Noland , and Sir Bewtious Ganymed , with Mary Fitz-Allard betweene them , the Cittizens and their wiues with them . Mol. Now are you gull'd as you would be , thanke me for 't , I 'de a fore-singer in 't . Seb. Forgiue mee father , Though there before your eyes my sorrow fain'd , This still was shee , for whom true loue complain'd . Alex. Blessings eternall , and the ioyes of Angels , Beginne your peace heere , to be sign'd in heauen , How short my sleepe of sorrow seemes now to me , To this eternity of boundlesse comforts , That finds no want but vtterance , and expression . My Lord your office heere appeares so honourably : So full of ancient goodnesse , grace , and worthinesse , I neuer tooke more ioy in sight of man , Then in your comfortable presence now . L. Nol. Nor I more delight in doing grace to vertue , Then in this worthy Gentlewoman , your sonnes Bride , Noble Fitz-Alards daughter , to whose honour And modest fame , I am a seruant vow'd , So is this Knight . Alex. Your loues make my ioyes proud , Bring foorth those deeds of land , my care layd ready , And which , old knight , thy noblenesse may challenge , Ioyn'd with thy daughters vertues , whom I prise now , As deerely as that flesh , I call myne owne . Forgiue me worthy Gentlewoman , 't was my blindnesse When I reiected thee , I saw thee not , Sorrow and wilfull rashnesse grew like filmes Ouer the eyes of iudgement , now so cleere I see the brightnesse of thy worth appeare . Mary . Duty and loue may I deserue in those , And all my wishes haue a perfect close , Alex. That tongue can neuer erre , the sound 's so sweete , Here honest sonne , receiue into thy hands , The keyes of wealth , possession of those lands , Which my first care prouided , thei 'r thine owne , Heauen giue thee a blessing with 'em , the best ioyes , That can in worldly shapes to man betide , Are fertill lands , and a faire fruitfull Bride , Of which I hope thou' rt sped . Seb. I hope so too sir . Mol. Father and sonne , I ha' done you simple seruice here , Seb. For which thou shalt not part Moll vnrequited . Alex.

Thou art a madd girle , and yet I cannot now condemne thee .

Mol. Condemne mee ? troth and you should sir , I 'de make you seeke out one to hang in my roome , I 'de giue you the slip at Gallowes , and cozen the people . Heard you this iest my Lord ? L. Nol. What is it Iacke ? Mol. He was in feare his sonne would marry mee , But neuer dreamt that I would nere agree . L. Nol. Why ? thou had'st a suiter once Iacke , when wilt marry ? Mol. Who I my Lord , I 'le tell you when ifaith , When you shall heare , Gallants voyd from Serieants feare , Honesty and truth vnslandred , Woman man'd , but neuer pandred , Cheates booted , but not coacht , Vessels older e're they 'r broacht . If my minde be then not varied , Next day following , I 'le be married . L. Nol. This sounds like domes-day , Moll . Then were marriage best , For if I should repent , I were soone at rest . Alex. Introth tho' art a good wench , I 'me sorry now , The opinion was so hard , I conceiu'd of thee . Some wrongs I 'ue done thee . Enter Trapdore . Trap. Is the winde there now ? 'T is time for mee to kneele and confesse first , For feare it come too late , and my braines feele it , Vpon my pawes , I aske you pardon mistresse . Mol.

Pardon ? for what sir ? what ha's your rogueship done now ?

Trap.

I haue bene from time to time hir'd to confound you , by this old Gentleman .

Mol. How ? Trap. Pray forgiue him , But may I connsell you , you should neuer doo 't . Many a snare to entrapp your Worships life , Haue I laid priuily , chaines , watches , Iewels , And when hee saw nothing could mount you vp , Foure hollow-hearted Angels he then gaue you , By which he meant to trap you , I to saue you . Alex. To all which , shame and griefe in me cry guilty , Forgiue mee now , I cast the worlds eyes from mee , And looke vpon thee freely with mine owne : I see the most of many wrongs before hee , Cast from the iawes of enuy and her people , And nothing foule but that , I l'e neuer more Condemne by common voyce , for that 's the whore , That deceiues mans opinion ; mockes his trust , Cozens his loue , and makes his heart vniust . Mol. Here be the Angels Gentlemen , they were giuen me As a Musitian , I pursue no pitty , Follow the law , and you can cucke mee , spare not Hang vp my vyall by me , and I care not . Alex. So farre I 'me sorry , I 'le thrice double 'em To make thy wrongs amends , Come worthy friends my honourable Lord , Sir Bewteous Ganymed , and Noble Fitz-Allard , And you kind Gentlewoman , whose sparkling presence , Are glories set in mariage , beames of society , For all your loues giue luster to my ioyes , The happinesse of this day shall be remembred , At the returne of euery smiling spring : In my time now 't is borne , and may no sadnesse Sit on the browes of men vpon that day , But as I am , so all goe pleas'd away .
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Epilogus , A Painter hauing drawne with curious Art The picture of a woman ( euery part , Limb'd to the life ) hung out the peece to sell : People ( who pass'd along ) veiwing it well , Gaue seuerall verdicts on it . some dispraised The haire , some sayd the browes too high were raised , Some hit her o're the lippes , mislik'd their colour , Some wisht her nose were shorter ; some , the eyes fuller , Others sayd roses on her cheekes should grow , Swearing they lookt too pale , others cry'd no , The workeman still as fault was found , did mend it , In hope to please all ; ( but this worke being ended ) And hung open at stall , it was so vile , So monstrous and so vgly all men did smile At the poore Painters folly . Such wee doubt Is this our Comedy , Some perhaps do floute The plot , saying ; 't is too thinne , too weake , too meane , Some for the person will reuile the Scoene . And wonder , that a creature of her being Should bee the subiect of a Poet , seeing In the worlds eie , none weighes so light : others looke For all those base trickes publish'd in a booke , ( Foule as his braines they flow'd from ) of Cut-purse , Of Nips and Foysts , nastie , obscoene discourses , As full of lies , as emptie of worth or wit , For any honest eare , or eye vnfit . And thus , If we to euery braine ( that 's humerous ) Should fashion Sceanes , we ( with the Painter ) shall In striuing to please all , please none at all . Yet for such faults , as either the writers wit , Or negligence of the Actors do commit , Both craue your pardons : if what both haue done , Cannot full pay your expectation , The Roring Girle her selfe some few dayes hence , Shall on this Stage , giue larger recompence . ( you , Which Mirth that you may share in , her selfe does woe And craues this signe , your hands to becken her to you . FINIS .
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m�wes haue writ ; If that he findes not here , he mewes at it . Onely we intreate you thinke our losty Girles is ours : shee flies VVith wings more lofty . Thus her character lyes , Yet what neede dangerours anchor rather then be rent Vpon a rocke so dangerous , Art thou pleas'd , Because thou seest hisby-blowes How finely like a fencer my father fetches his by-blows to hit me , but if I beate you to hobbyhorse , wil draw all the whoores ith towne to dance in a morris , wneto hobbyhorse , wil draw all the whoores ith towne to dance in a morris , I�rkin Enter Mol in a freese Jerkin and a blacke sauegard . �uffe stay now ifaith , I am going to buy a shag cuffe , the shop will be shut in presently . belrings The bel rings . deririu'd , for would you know a catchpoole rightly derived , the corruption of a Cittizen , is the Gr�ies-Inne Shee told me Graies-Inne fields twixt three & foure , Ile fit her ouerme deeds , I cannot abide a man thats too fond ouer me , so cookish ; thou dost not know how O� pinch , such batteries , such assaultes � Of father , mother , kinred , to dissolue The frighr Alas sir , You make her flesh to tremble , fright her not , Shee shall do reason , and what's goy I married her , haue line with her , and got Two children on her body , thinke but on do'tpresently I'le do't presently , through a Tauerne grate , drawer watchforvs that in this place an old Gentleman would watch for vs , a thing contrary to our oath , fot You'l watch then for ten thousand , what's thy name honesty ? That s Thats because Lawiers walkes to and fro in't . haugs So , well sayd ; all hangs well , would shee hung so too , The sight fathets from the eie Of all suspicion , this is my fathers chamber , Vpon which floore he neuer steps emrightly whisking gallants to our husbands , weigh 'em rightly man for man . emrun things , running heads , and yet let 'em run ouer vs neuer so fast , we shop-keepers donc And yet when wee haue done our best , al's but put into a riuen dish S'footeyou'l S'foote you'l spoyle all . somebeldame first did maskes deuise , And sweare it was some beldame . Come off with't . png. Push ; your Westerne pug patieuce Racke not my patience : Maister Goshawke , some slaue has buzzed rogueso Is there a rogue so low damn'd ? a second Iudas ? a common I'leheare to Oxford , and watch out mine eies , but I'le heare the brazen head speak : or else shew siend or beard , that I may sample it ; if the fiend I meet ( in myne owne house ) I'le kill mect beard , that I may sample it ; if the fiend I meet ( in myne owne house ) I'le kill him : � hiw Sweare to me , that you know him or know him not , ( wiues , Who makes me at Brainford spittiug this roofe , And turned it all to poyson ? spitting it , On thy friends face ( my husband ? stre�me if I could turne that tide , You see what streame I stroue with , but sir I sweare By heauen �appy vs ? wee are making a boone voyage to that happy land of spice-cakes pateh Enter Trapdore like a poore Souldier with a patch o're one eie , and Teare-Cat with him , wo�ld comes Mol my whoorish Maister & Mistresse , would I had her kidneys betweene my teeth . wa�er-newes the place that holds 'em ? One brings vs water-newes ; then comes an other With a full charg'd drun will quench that , any offence but theft and drunkennesse Nothing but death can wipe away . , There Bewteons Come worthy friends my honourable Lord , Sir Bewteous Ganymed , and Noble Fitz-Allard , And you