The Muse of New-market, or, Mirth and drollery being three farces acted before the King and court at New-market : viz. The merry milkmaid of Islington, or, The rambling gallants defeated : Love lost in the dark, or, The drunken couple : The politick whore, or, The conceited cuckhold. 1680 Approx. 187 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 35 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A70576 Wing M1869 Wing M3139 ESTC R13320 12426813 ocm 12426813 61895 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng English drama -- Restoration, 1660-1700. 2003-12 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-12 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-07 Rachel Losh Sampled and proofread 2004-07 Rachel Losh Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE Muse of New-Market : OR , Mirth and Drollery BEING Three FARCES Acted before the KING and Court AT NEW-MARKET ; Viz. The Merry Milkmaid of Islington , or the Rambling Gallants defeated . Love lost in the Dark , or the Drunken Couple . The Politick Whore or the Conceited Cuckhold . Ut Pictura Poesis erit , quae si proprius stes , Te capiet magis , & quaedam si longius obstes Haec amat , obscurum , volet hac suh luce , videri ; Haec placuit sem●l , haec decies repetita placebit . LONDON : Printed for Dan. Browne at the Black Swan and Bible without Temple-Bar , Dan. Major at the Hand and Scepter over against S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet , and James Vade at the Cock and Sugar Loaf near S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . 1680. THE Merry Milkmaid OF ISLINGTON ; OR , THE Rambling Gallants DEFEATED . ACTED AT NEW-MARKET . LONDON : Printed for Dan. Browne at the Black Swan and Bible without Temple-Bar , Dan. Major at the Hand and Scepter over against S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet , and James Vade at the Cock and Sugar Loaf near S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . 1680. The ACTORS NAMES . SIR Jeffery Jolt , a half-witted Knight . Lovechange , Wenchlove , two Town-Gallants . Anthony , a Clown , Sir Jeffery's Man. VVOMEN . Artezhim , the Lady Jolt . Isabella , a lost Gentlewoman . Margery , the Milkmaid to Lady Jolt , her Cosin disguiz'd . Tapster . The Scene ISLINGTON , or thereabouts . THE Merry Milkmaid OF ISLINGTON . Enter Sir Jeffery Jolt , Anthony his Man. Sir Jeff. YOu that call your sins your duty , obey your Ladies Riots , preserve her spittle to cure your salt Itch , and thred in Bracelets the Pearls that drop from her Authentick Nose . Ant. Cuds heart Sir , what do you mean ? Sir Jeff. To cleave you from the Scull to the Twist , make nine Skittles of thy bones , and wind thy Heart-strings about my Thumb . Ant. Sir , have a care what you do ; so rotten are my limbs , that if you blow on me too hard , I am straight scatter'd into sand . Sir Jeff. Coward , creep into my Hour-glass then , and there eternally distinguish fatal time . Enter Artezehim . Artez . What Slave disturbs my quiet ? Ant. Ne're look Sir , I serve my Lady , and scorn to yield . Sir Jeff. Dost bristle Pork pine ? Ant. Take heed Sir , I have the Malady of France . Art. Withdraw your violence ; if you disorder but a hair that belongs to my meanest Groom , I will proclaim my superiority and rule i' th' streets . Sir Jeff. Hell cannot miss thee long . Art. Insult in thy own Pigs sty , this Apartment calls me Soveraign : Tony , send in one that waits there . Sir Jeff. What will she do at last ? Art. A slow device Sir , but of my own brain . Enter Lovechange . Sir Jeff. What art thou ? Love. A kind Guest invited here . Sir Jeff. To what ? Love. To taste your Wives Gammons . Sir Jeff. Bold Sir , be in your speech more plain . Love. I come to get Children for you . Art. Do you want plainer Paraphrase ; he is my servant Sir , my Stallion if I please , a Courtly complement , and much in use among Ladies of my growth and blood . Sir Jeff. O my cold blood , this Woman will distract me . Art. You see I 'm furnish'd , now your Concubine may share you and the house in peace . Sir Jeff. I step my ears to thy bold clamours : But for you Sir , the minutes you must waste on Earth are few . Love. This I consider Sir , and therefore make such hast to mingle with your Wife , that the kind World may have some Issue from my Loyns . Sir Jeff. If this prove true , may Cats piss out my eyes . [ Love. draws . Art. Hold weak Jeff. or else I 'le wound thy heart . [ Art. draws a Dagger . Love. If you advance one inch beyond that Chink , I le through the streets blow your Dirge , with the great Horn that grows upon your Brow. Sir Jeff. A whole shower of Gall is fallen at once . Love. ' Uds life Sir , I come to ease the labour of your body , and you want courtesie to return thanks . Art. Hang him ingrateful . Love. But what hereafter I perform , shall be for your Ladies sake , not yours . Sir Jeff. For all this , I know you will not wrong my Bed. Love. Who told you so ? Sir Jeff. I read it in your Noble Feature , and your shape . Love. The better shapt I am Sir , the more cause you 'l have to love the Issue I shall get upon your Wife . Sir Jeff. I know thou scorns to do 't . Love. Not I , believ 't Sir , I must do 't ; is your Lady fruitful , I would be loth to loose my labour on her . Sir Jeff. Death and the Devil . [ Offers to draw , they laugh at him , Art. I 'le have a Trumpet and a Drum , and sound to the world thy living shame . Love. O fie Sir ! what own your disgrace aloud , as if you were proud on 't . Art. Nay it becomes you finely . Love. You think because you 'r eurst we 'll allow you short Horns ; no , I 'le grast upon your head a pair so tall , they shall go near to prick the very Planet that rul'd at your Nativity . Art. He sleeps . Love. Take down a Cushion and pray Sir , you cannot chuse but know the frailty of the times , the surfeits of the Womb , and how great Ladies use to relieve their appetites ; your own confession of my parts commends your Wife in her choice ; there be them that fin with feeble Ushers , and wither'd Dwarss . Art. He wants judgment to consider this . Love. I merit better looks Sir , that must thrash all night for you , and without wages too Sir. Art. Dead as a Monument let us leave him . Love. Hadhe chose the Devil for h●s Physiclan , he could ne're come by the like Cordial , [ Exeunt ambo . Sir Jeff. I follow you . [ Exit . Enter Isabella alone . Isa. The day begins to break ; and trembling light , as if affrighted with the nights disaster , steals through the farthest ayr , and by degrees salutes my weary longings : new fears assault me ; 't is a Womans voice , and chearfully expresses her freedome : Be propitious thou Regent of my Fate , and guide her hither to my comfort . Singing within . Enter Margery singing , as going a Milking . Marg. What a pleasant life the Milkmaids lead , She trips and dances o're the Mead ; She dabbles in Dew , and sings to her Cow , And cryes fond love , I defie thee now ; She sleeps in the night , though she toyls in the day , And merrily passeth her time away . Marg. Ha! what silken Butterflies yonder ; she looks not like one that had kept her self warm at the Brick-kills ; yet silk Petticoats many times are glad of worse lodging . Isa. Goodmorrow Maid . Marg. Should I salute you so , 't would bring my wit in question : pray what are you ? Isa. A distressed Maid . Marg. A Maid at your years , and so near London ! where the sale of a Maidenhead at fifteen is as rare as a light Wenches Conversion . Isa. Good Maid , Wise , or Widdow , for sure you are a woman , do me a courteous office , and guide me to some house . Marg. It seems you are a kind Country Gentlewoman , that has bestow'd your Maidenhead on your Fathers man , and are come up to have a Citizen salder your broken ware ; the policy is grown stale , 't would hardly take , ever since the Ballet curst the Carrier that brought her to Town . Isa. Do you from the abundance of your own ills suspect mine ? Marg. The Toy is angry , it would fain counterfeit something to make me her Agent but you are deceived my pretty morsel of wantonness , my self and my Pale are both honest ; I am not the Blades Intelligencer , whether Doll and M●ll remove their lodgings to escape the Constable , and Bridewell : I will to my Cows , and leave you to the fate of the morning ; dispair not of a Customer , but be sure I catch you not napping , for if I do , expect no mercy , for I hate Hedge-coupling worse than sasting at Christmas . Isa. If you are good , stay and comfort me , the sense of my distress stops further speech . [ Sounds . Marg. Ha! she sounds poor Gentlewoman ; should she miscarry , I were in danger of being thought her Murdercss ; alas she 's dead : why Tony , Tony , help me , a Gentlewoman is fallen dead . Enter Anthony . Ant. Why , what is she dead ? Marg. Nay , that 's as hard to tell as the success of my danger . Ant. Is she quite dead ? Marg. I , I , quite dead . Ant. And are not you in a pickle Margery ? she is not dead , she moves . Marg. Pull her by the Nose . Ant. I , I , pull it off ; no matter for spoiling her face , if she be dead . Marg. Wring her by the little finger . Ant. Her little finger is ring'd , and I 'de wring it off if I could . Marg. No robbing of the dead Tony. Ant. Why , what a Devil should the Dead do with living moveables ? Marg. Cast water in her face . Ant. Blow wind in her Arse ; can water make one alive that 's dead , unless it be hot water ? Marg. She surs , give her more ayr . Isa. E're you return me to my angry Unkle , my soul shall fly , and meet with my dearest imbraces . Ant. Why , what a Devil do you mean , Mistress Gentlewoman . Isa. You are murtherers of all my content , you serve the world for base reward , and that shall render you base to opinion . Ant. Prethee Margery let me conjure down this Devil in her tongue , 't will raise a Tempest else , murdere●s and base ? pray Gentlewoman , who do you speak all this to ? Isa. To you , the injurers of my love . Ant. Hey day ! she 's mad ; love with a vengeance ; come , come , I must take her aside , and give her satisfaction . Marg. I pity your feeling sorrows , would I could comfort you . Isa. Since my distress has made me an object of your pity , pray lead me to some house , for I am wondrous saint . Marg. That I will , what e're comes on 't , [ Exit Marg. Isa. Ant. But pray Margery forget not my Breaksast ; rising early , and rambling about , has got me a good stomach ; yet I could be content to fast with such laced Mutton , and a good Callice , more than half a morning . Enter Art●zehim . Art. The blind that Lovechange and I cast upon our actions , must be withdrawn with discretion , lest my Reputation fall in the Encounter . Ant. Here 's my Lady ; now for a trick to put upon her to revenge my Masters wrongs : Madam , as I was in the Market to fetch sweet Bryar , I met a Maid ; she told me she was in danger of losing a piece of ground which was her own by Inheritance , and left her by her Mother , now there 's a Knight would fain inclose it , and lay it to part of his Mannour . Art. Where lies this Land ? Ant. Not far off ; she would be content to let him enjoy it after her decease , if that would serve his turn . Art. Has she given you any writing to make me better understand the matter ? Ant. This is the Survey , not only of the Mannour it self , but the Meadow , Pasture , P●ow land , Coney-borrow , Fish-pond , Hedge , Ditch and Bush that 〈…〉 ds in 't , Art. My Husbands hand to 't , and a Love-letter ; where had it you ? Ant. From the aforesaid party , that would fain keep the foresaid Land from the foresaid Knights fingers . Art. Sir Jeffery turn'd Ranger ? Ant. Madam , you are a good Hunteress ; though she love now and then to have a private Borrow ferrited for her own pleasure , yet she won't allow him to run down a Deer : Sir Jeffery would fain be a Ranger , hut she requests you to let him run a Course in your own Park ; if you 'l not do it for love , then do 't for money ; she has no Silver , but there 's Gold ; or else she prays you to Ring him by this Token , and so you shall be sure his Nose will not be routing in other folks Pastures . Art. This Purse and Ring was mine , I know them ; to requite your pains , take thou the Gold. Ant. No not I , so I may be call'd in question if I came honestly by it . Art. These lines are even , the Arrows love let fly , The very Ink dropt out of Venus Eye : To me he ne're thus writ ; But Lust can set a double edge on Wit. Ant. Nay , that 's true Madam , a Wench can whet anything , if it be not too dull . Art. What is the Creature ? Ant. One of those Creatures that are contrary to Man , a Woman . Art. What manner of Woman ? Ant. A tiny Woman , lower than your Ladyship by the head and shoulders , but as mad a Wench as ever untyed a Petticoat . Ant. Why should she send back these , and by you ? Enter Sir Jeffery . Ant. Ware , ware , there 's knavery i' th' wind . Art. Did not he send them by you ? Ant. Never , never , I hope you won't put that upon me . Art. Are you só close you Baud , you Pandering Slave ? Sir Jeff. Why how now Wife , what 's your quarrel ? Art. Out of my sight base Varlet , get thee gone . Sir Jeff. Away you Rogue ; what grown a fighter ; prethee what 's the matter , how you change , surely you are not well . [ Exit Authony . Art. All is not well indeed . [ She-kneels . Sir Jeff. Why dost kneel ? Art. Earth is sins Cushion , Sir Jeffery , Husband I dare not call thee ; I have stoln that Jewel of my chast Honour , which was only thine , and given it to a slave . Sir Jeff. Ha! Art. On thy Pillow Adultery and Lust have slept , thy Groom has climb'd the unlawful Tree , and pluckt the sweets , a Villain has , usurp'd the Husbands Sheets . Sir Jeff. Did I out of a sound faith in you forget the Go●tish Monster you entertained , thinking not to fret my soul by your seeming ludeness , and now to act the sault indeed ; ' uds death , who wast made me a Cuckold , who wa st ? Art. Your man Tony. Sir Jeff. Worse than damnation , bold Strumpet , hang not on me , think'st I 'le be a Baud to a Whore , and my Wife too ? Art. All I beg is , use me how you will , but darken the Clouds of my shame . Sir Jeff. How , conceal my Horns , they cannot be hid , nor shall my revenge ; could not I feed your appetite ? O women , you were created Angels pure and fair , But since the Fall you tempting Devils are : You should be mans bliss , but you prove our Rods , Was there no women , men might live like Gods : Get from my sight henceforth , and from my Bed , I 'le with no Strumpets breath be poysoned . But how drew you him in , or could he bewitch you , how was the manner ? Art. Why thus : First he assaulted me with this Battery of beaten Gold , yet I held out ; but at last , when this was shot , it charm'd me : what , do you change ? who sent this Diamond to your Wench ? could not I feed your appetite ? O men , you were created Angels pure and fair , But since the Fall you worse than Devils are : You should our Shields be , but you prove our Rods , Were there no men women might live like Gods. Guilty Sir Jeffery ? Sir Jeff. Yes guilty , my Lady . Art. Nay , you may laugh but henceforth shun my Bed , With no Whores leavings I 'le be poysoned . [ Exit . Sir Jeff. O'rereach'd so finely ; 't is the very Diamond and Letter which I sent ; this Villain has discover'd all : well , this is the second trick she has put upon me ; she varies more in mind than e're the wind had points , still I the fool must be ; but if I break her , who is she or me . [ Exeunt . ACT II. Enter Isabella in Margeries Cloaths , and Margery in bers . Marg. I Hope you are satisfied ; but to what end this change is , I would fain be instructed . Isa. I 'le tell you , when I left my Unkles house , in a few minutes I was pursued ; now this disguize shall help me scape the search . Marg. Now out upon 't , had I no better opinion of your honesty than of your wit , both which smell altogether of the Country , I 'de leave you to seek your own Adventures : you have gentilifi'd me with your Cloaths , and you are handsome enough in mine ; for though I am but a Milk-wench , I ever lov'd neatness : now you shall be my Maid , and wait on me to the City , if I find not out your Sweet heart , let me ne're be accounted a Prophetess ; and I 'm sure I have foretold weather from the turning up of my Cows Tail. Isa. Dispose of me as you will now , love has arm'd me with resolution . Marg. In this disguize I 'le meet the Blade that Courts me every morning when I go a Milking to Islington , my condition is too low to win upon his desires to marry me , and the other thing without it he shall never have , for I conceive it will not be for my honour . [ Tony within . Ant. Why Margery , Margery , I say , my Breakfast ; a quick supply of meat , drink , and sleep , or I ragepresently . Isa. Bless me , what 's that ! Marg. Why 't is Tony , my Masters Rogue , and my Ladies Knave . Isa. He 'll spoil all again . Enter Anthony . Ant. Where 's this clean-wash'd Chitterline , come give me my Breakfast : Hay day ! Margery gentlefi'd , and this Mistress that was ready to die for love Margerifi'd ! Now I swear hy Hunger , and that 's a strong Oath , I think women have more Vagaries , than the Devil would have Clients , if he were a Lawyer , and pleaded without Fees. Marg. Keep counsel Sirrah , you had best ; and if my Lady ask for me , say I wont be lost long : so farewel Tony. [ Exit Marg. Isab. Ant. You will not be lost long , he 's likely to have a sweet match of it that finds you , yet I could be content my seven yearsservice were no worse rewarded , but the Baggage is as coy as an Aldermans eldest Daughter ; she has beaten me a hundred time ( Coward that I was for suffering it ) for attempting to kiss her : if my hand had slipt going over a Stile or so , 't would not have vext me to have kist her hand so , though thrown in my face ; but now I will revenge it upon her Cream Bowls , over whose sweets I will triumph . New mischief , I am again delaid , if I forbear my Breakfast but two minutes longer , my Guts will shrink to Minikin , which I 'le bequeath to the poor Fidlers at Islington for a May·day Legacy . Enter Wenchlove , Artez . Art. Mr. Wenchlove , such a kind of woman my Maid met withall , but as how I am ignorant : Sirrah , call Margery forth . Ant. Which , your Margery Gentlewoman , or your Gentlewoman Margery ? Art. Your trifling 's unseasonable , Sirrah . Ant. Why Madam , Margery is no more plain Margery , but Margery in silks , the Gentlewoman and she are run out of themselves one into another . Wen. But where are they ? Ant. For ought I know run away one with another . Art. Do you run after , and call 'um back . Ant. 'T is impossible , who knows which way they are gone ? besides 't is a mist would choak a Brewers Horse , I can't see one hand from t'other . Wen. Madam , my sufpition prompts me you are treacherous , and these fair seeming undertakings traps to catch me . Art , Nay then what Mr. Lovechange has told me is true : Sirrah , do you try to overtake them , and we 'll follow . Ant. Oh killing Command ! the best is it break my Heart , no matter then for my Belly ; Hunger I defie thee , Revenge I hug thee , I will lead a Wild-goose Chace till I come to Islington , where I will score two dozen , and reckon with my Hostesses Maid , whose Belly I have fill'd with Mary-bones and Pudden . [ Exit . Wen. Now Madam , why do you look so wistly on me ? Art. I , I , 't is so , now the love of mans society defend me from this abuser of Creation ; come not near me thou man of Cloats , thou Mauking of Virility , thou half woman , and all beast , or with these Nails I will tear out thy eyes , and all the double things about thee . Wen. Be milder Madam , there 's nothing in me appears to my self so full of guilt , that it should deserve a reproach from you a stranger . Art. There 's nothing in you indeed Sir , your friend has given me your Character ; you pretend to hate women , because women have reason to hate you . Wen. I hate women by my love of pleasure , no delight has any relish on the wanton palat of my desires , unless seasoned with what 's derived from them . Art. Yes Sir , you may take delight in them , but they little in you ; come not near me , there 's infection in 't ; my blood desires no freezing , the Summer of my Youth is not yet half spent , or if it were Winter with me , high feeding and ease requires something . Wen. She takes me for an Eunuch sure , Lovechange has overdone his part ; she has foil'd him , and now he hopes my downfal : sweet Madam hear me , I love you , and my desires are throughly fired , and burn my blood , which nothing can squench but your free enjoying . Art. Say you so , why I am a Woman Sir. Wen. I think you are , and one made up for pleasure more than the dull converse of what 's defective . Art. You say true Sir , I hear it with a heavy heart , but I hope Sir you would not have me make my Husband a Cuckold ; I 'le lead him by the Nose till I put a trick upon him . [ Aside . Wen. Fie , that 's a gross construction , only shame and common knowledge does it , not the act of a Wives wantonness . Art. I need no instructions for secresie , trust me a handsome Gentlewoman , dare you kiss me Sir ? Wen. Now it may come about a Pledge for what shall follow , Art. Pray Sir , is this a fit place to make ones Husband a Cuckold in ? Wen. Oh the fittest place in the world , let not any weak excuse rob my hopes of enjoying you . Art. Sir , I defie weakness , should some of my servants come . Enter Isabella . Isa. Ha Wenchlove ! all the Race of mankind is false , I 'e watch this eager pursuit he has put upon my Lady , and find a way for revenge ; I do love , but 't is honourably : and that 's a Crime now a days . Wen. Come , come , we loose the time that might make the pleasure fruitful . Art. Indeed I durst e'ne venture to make him a Cuckold , if I were sure you would get a Boy . Wen. Oh! that 's doubly sweet . Art. And shall he be like the Father ? Wen. As ever Citizens Son was . Art. I mean my Husband . Wen. I am a Courtier . Art. Kind Sir , you deserve it for your policy ; but I am so fraid . Wen. Mischief on these delays . [ Sir Jeff. within . Jeff. Artezhim , where are you ? Art. O me ! what shall I do ? my Honour , my Honour ! Wen. Vexation racks me , prevented at the very point of happiness . Art. Pray hide your self , Sir Jeffery will bolt out this way I fear . Wen. Pox on 't where , where ? [ Gets into the Tub. Art. Happy fortune ; here 's an empty Tub , get in as nimbly Sir , as if you were a leaping your Neighbours Pale to have a run at his Deer . Enter Sir Jeff. Jeff. O Artezhim l I have got a sound Bottle in my head , it o're-charges me . Art. You make no scruple of pressing upon Womens Retirements . Wen. Would he was drunk as the Devil with Wine mixt with Opium , that he might sleep for a fortnight . [ Speaks out of the Tub. Jeff. Hum , what 's that Wife ? O my stomack 's sick as a Cat after eating Candles ends . Wen. Would there was nine Kitlings in 't . Art. Step into the Yard , let not the servants see your debaucheries . Jeff. O I am taken quick ! why not in this Tub ? Art. Fie Beast , defile a necessary implement of Huswifry ; you have been drinking of Healths to Cuckolds , your old frolick . Wen. He might have been one himself had not the Devil brought him home an hour too soon . [ Lovechange to them . Love. O Madam ! where 's Sir Jeffery ? Fie , fie , what flinch us , and run home . Jeff. O my head , Mr. Lovechange , my head ; what shall I do Wife ? Love. You have received a blow of the forehead , it looks as if 't were swell'd . Art. No Sir , you nor no man else has given him a bloW there yet , I can't tell when it may be done , there 's no more than what has been ever since I was his Wife , three years and more , a long time of barrenness . Enter Isabella with a Pale . Isa. O Lord , Madam ! why stay you here ? we are a coming to wash . [ Throws water into the Tub. Jeff. Oh! Oh! I am sick , I am sick . [ Runs to the Tub , Wench . starts up , Wen. Hold , hold , ' eds will you drown'd me . Love. How now Tom , what makes you here ? Jeff. Oh mischief on you Sir , you have spoil'd a good Vomit ; I 'le lay my life he hid himself from my Wife ; you told me he was a woman hater : alas poor Gentleman , to see how things will happen . Wen. Hell take your Wife , and you too ; accursed woman that in your curse made man so ; Pox of your delays , and fearful denials . Love. What , scold so quickly after you Cucking ? Jeff. Good heart , but that he can't endure a woman , he should kiss my Wife for amends . Art. I came hither Sir , for something else than to be scolded at . Jeff. Come , come , vex him no more , I 'le go sleep a little . [ Exit Jeff. Art. Love. There will be a safe opportunity for me , I love this Cuckold-making . Wen. Though you intended a Reformation for your self , you might for-bear me , this was your plot . Love. Mine ! I never resolved staidness , but I could alter for my pleasure , nor can I hate or envy it in others , I am only sorry Tom that you should drink water after your sweet Meats . Wen. O Tony , have you made any discovery ? [ To them Tony. Love. Have you been in search of the two Wenches I saw cross the Fields towards Islington . Ton. O then you took notice of 'um ; she in the Silk-Gown you shall have Mr. Lovechange , and the Milk-wench you shall have Mr. Wenchlove , I have been condogging with her about it . Both. Thanks honest Tony , there 's something for thee . [ He takes the Money , his arms cross behind him . Ton. So Sirs , now here , now there , and now here . Wen. But Tony , what is the Milk-wenches condition ? Ton. Oh womanish , Sir ; she 'll cry when she 's angry , laugh when she 's tickled , and be sick when she can't have her will. Wen. I mean her Calling . Ton. She is call'd Margery . Wen. Her Profession then . Ton. Not very honest , and yet very honest ; she cheats all the world that thinks she is wanton ; but you will find that neither your Aunts , nor your Cosins , can keep their Legs so close . Wen. There 's more money for thee , I will try that . Ton. You are as bountiful as a new-made Knight that 's in hope of preferment . Love. But what sayst thou to that I must have ; how was she born ? Ton. Why that you had best ask the Midwife . Love. Is she a Gentlewoman , or not ? Ton. She is , and she is not ; she is a Gentlewoman , because she loves pride , which makes Gentlewomen apt to fall , especially waiting Gentlewomen ; then she is no Gentlewoman , because , because , because . Love. Prethee no more . Ton. 'T is well he interrupted me , for ' egad I had no more Reason than a Horse : But Sir , I will bring her to the bar of your presence , where she may answer for herself , whilst I convert your bounty into wholesome nourishment , from a Bottle of Canary , and have about with my own Turnep . Exit . Enter Isabella and Margety . Love. By your leave , fair Maid . Marg. What would you have Sir ? Love. A little pleasure Sweet ; come , come , what 's your price ? Marg. You mistake me , I assure you Sir. Love. As if I had not practised Wenching sufficiently to understand a seeming modesty , I 'le come to your Lodging when I know where it is : but say your price , a Guiney , or half a Crown . Isa. Have I found you Gallant , 't is he who I too fondly do affect : but mum , the truth is Sir , I have a Maiden-head yet , though it be agreed for , therefore I am dearer Sir. Wen. Nay Sweetheart , thou shalt serve , thy Mistress is too dear , I am loath to pay too dear for Repentance ; 't is but changing Offices , let her hold the door for thee . Marg. Pray speak , and mean civilly , you 'l not be welcome else . Wen. Good Lady light heels , give your servant leave to practise the Trade you have taught her , that such perfection as appears in this woman should be sold to every base desire : come Wench , I like thy brown complexion , thou dost not paint , and art the likelier to be the wholesomer . Marg. Good Gentleman , he 's jealous , and would circumvent her . Wen. Here 's half a Crown Girl , methinks 't is a fair rate . Isa. What 's in me to grant you shall command . Wen. I take your word , the pleasure of your Bed I must have , I will reward it with a new Gown ; come dally not with coy denials . Marg. I marry Sir , but not in this place ; but if you please . [ Whispers . Isa. Now Jealousie instruct me , I fear this woman 's nought . Wen. 'T is a motion I like , the pains will make the pleasure more sweet in the enjoying . Marg. Mr. Lovechange , I 'le in a word inform you . [ Whispers . Isa. How Fate conspires to make me miserable ? Love. I thank thee , and approve of thy advice ; what say you Tom to the Fidlers ? Wen. With all my heart , send in the Minstrils . Enter Anthony , old Hostess , both drunk . Ant. I , I , we will be merry , and in the gallant fashion : Gentlemen , Musick is common , no man shall stop my ears , nor my throat , we must put in amongst you . Love. By all means Tony , 't will compleat the Medly . [ Dance . Ant. Nay , we know what belongs to that . [ Love , kiss the women . Come away . [ They kiss , and reel out . Exeunt . ACT III. Sir Jeffery asleep in a Chair . Enter Lovechange , Artezh . Art. O The effects of drinking ! I could e'ne curse my own kindness , that am ready still to make more of him , than he does of me . Love. Why don't you then ? Art. What Sir , I warrant you 'd make him a Cuckold . Love. 'T is only giving a friend leave to do you a pleasure in earnest , which you made me make him believe I would do : the truth is , I do now love you heartily , and have dallied my self into a flame . Art. Nay , Mr. Lovechange , you were ever kind , but are you as well arm'd as you used to go if he should prove subborn : now 't will work . [ Aside . Love. No faith , I must trust to my single valour ; come , demur not , let me enjoy those forbidden sweets , be assured my secresie is as firm as Night and Locks . Art. Secresie , Mr. Lovechange , no , I 'le be open to all the world , nor will I distinguish places , dark or light , 't is all one to me , were it before my Husbands face . Love. Hear then , he sleeps securely , never dreaming of any Foreheads arming . Art. Fie Sir , you are such a tempter , pray forbear , many a woman would not hold out so long . Love. Consent then sweet Lady , and we 'll to it straight . Jeff. ( Snores ) Ware Horns there . Love. O mischief ! what noise has waked him ? Art. An infirmity he has got to talk in his sleep : nay , I assure you , he will rise sometimes , and do the office of a waking man in his dream , and not know of it in the morning . Jeff. Room for a Head man of the Parish , a Monster of his Wives making . Art. O wicked man ! he dreams now that I would make him a Cuckold . Love. Pray Jove it be no counterfeit . [ Sir Jeff. pulls Love. by the ears . Jeff. And have I taken you Sir Lancelot ? would you be billing with my Guinivere ? Love. Help to pull him off , Madam . Jeff. For this attempt King Arthur does degrade thee , from a Knight of his Round Table , to be a Squire of his VVives Body ; so conduct me to my Bed , where I will beget a Race of VVarriours shall Cage the Great Turk again ! and restore Constantinople to the Emperour . Love. You mistake : Oh! ' uds death , my Perriwig is not a Turbant . Jeff. Peace follows Victory , now let me rest . Art. Pray Sir forgive him , I dare undertake he 'll be sorry when he wakes , if any thing I can do can make amends . [ Smiles aside , Love. Prove his dream true , when the smart 's over I shall forget . Enter Tapster . Tap. Madam , some Ladies in the house are not well , and desire your assistance . Jeff. VVho wants assistance ? who breaks the Kings Peace ? fetch me a Constables Staff. Love. He 'll dream again , had I best stay ? Art. Now Drunkard , are you recover'd yet ? Jeff. VVhat . Mr. Lovechange , and my Wife , where 's the rest of your Company ? Art. Gone , being weary of such a Sot as you are , to be drunk so early : I had done well to have served you in your own kind ; here was Company enough to have brought me home , and some not far off that used me kindly , whilst you snorted to fright the Fleas , and dream perhaps some wickedness of me . Jeff. Come , come , I 'le buy my pardon with a new Gown , and a journey into the Country for a Month. Art. You know I am easie to be wrought upon . Tap. Will you discharge Mr. Lovechange ? Love. Not so willingly , though I value it not ; no revenge of this dreaming Fox : what is the Reckoning ? Tap. Nine and eleven pence . Jeff. How 's that ? let 's have the particulars , Mr. Lovechange shall know how he parts with his money . Love. Shall he so , kind Sir ? Tap. Why Sir , Cakes two shillings , Ale as much , a quart of mortified Claret eighteen pence , stew'd Pruens a shilling . Art. That 's too dear . Tap. Truly they cost a peny a pound of the one-handed Costermonger , out of his Wives Fish Basket ; a quart of Cream half a Crown . Love. That 's excessive . Tap. Not if you consider how many Carriers Eggs miscarried in the making of it , and the charge of Isinglass , and other ingredients , to make Cream of the sour milk . Art. All this does not amount to what you demand . Tap. I can make more , two three peny Papers of Sugar a shilling , than you had bread Sir. Jeff. Yes , and drink too Sir , my head takes notice of that . Tap. 'T is granted Sir , a pound of Sausages , and forty other things , make it right , our Bar never errs . Love. This can't be , I 'le talk with your Mistress my self . [ Exit . Jeff. I , do Sir , know what you do , put it to her Conscience . Art. Owl , when do you think he 'll find that , she 's too deep for you or him either ; prethee talk sense . Jeff. No matter , he 'll pay all ; where is he Tapster ? Tap. Gone Sir. Jeff. How , gone ! give me my Sword and Belt. Tap. I must have the Reckoning first . Jeff. Must I pay , must I ? Art. This revenge he took for your beating him in your sleep , I warrant you never dreamt of all this now , Jeff. Has he such tricks ? well , 't is no matter , 't is but a large Groat for ebng drunk . Here Sirrah . [ Exeunt ambo . Tap. You 'r welcome Sir , some profit comes from hence , I have o're-reckon'd nine and twenty pence . Enter Isabella , Anthony . Ant. My Master must have a fair Course with you ; and so he bid me tell you , besides what other kindnesses he will do for you : but stuff your Pannier , he 's resolved to do . Isa. Ah Anthony ! why should his lustful thoughts be bent at me ? some timely Guardian Angel rescue me from his foul intent . Ant. A Pox of this whining ; what an unreasonable thing you are ? there 's hardly a quarter in the house that you may not rest your limbs in ; and because he has a mind to tire himself in one quarter of yours , you count your self ill used . Isa. When time gives me a more fair way of opening my self to the world , I 'le gratifie thee , if you will but contrive or help to avoid this snare design'd for my ruine . Ant. Why , is not this pretty ? she refuses the thoughts of my Masters singly opening of her ; yet in a breath , she says she 'll do it to all the world . Isa. I must confess I am a stranger , and have stragled to this house , and have received my Lady Jolts protection , but yet in return of their bounty I would not shipwrack my Fame : where 's Margery ? I 'le straight consult with her about it . Ant. I know what she 'll say , Pox on him for a Baudy Knight ; nay , and very likely call him Cuckold too , for she is pretty well acquainted with the Constitution of my Ladies longings ; but since I find thou hast that out-of-fashion quality in thee , Honesty , I 'le assist thee , and save thy Mouse-trap from being baited with Sir Jefferies dry Cheese . Isa. O how shall I give thee thanks fast enough ! Ant. ( Aside ) Not a word ; I am afraid she 's fallen in love with me , and will come on with a powder when she falls to : so to secure all , I 'le tell my Lady to spoil him , and fill my Belly soundly to fill hers : Mrs. Isabella , I 'le not forget you , adieu . [ Exit . Enter Wenchlove and Margery . Marg. You are informed how I have design'd the matter ; that is , I must be brought to your Lodging in a Basket , as some Moveable Commodity for your special use ; my Master is coming this way , therefore about your occasions , I 'le be at your Chamber instantly . Wen. Well , pretty Maid , I will not doubt your performing your promise : to say any more , were but to retard my joys ; I 'le fly to my Lodging , where in the dear expectation of your coming I 'le languish , not to be revived but by your sweet sight : so sweet Mistress adieu . [ Exit . Isa. Oh unkind Wench ! hast thou forgot thy Isabella , and all thy Vows and desperate Protestations ? I must try the event , Dispair may bring A good success to an indifferent thing . Enter Lovechange . Marg. Since we have agreed no way but that can be safe , therefore in that great Basket within be you packt up , and directed to me , I 'le find out an excuse for my not showing you , I need not say any more . Isa. Ha , my Brother with Margery too ! what can this whispering mean ? Love. Pox on 't , I do love this Wench ; but if I can eat a Meal gratis , 't is better than to have that Bug-bear Marriage for an everlasting standing Dish : I 'le try all ways , if this fail , then I 'le take her for better or for worse : Well , into the Basket I go , be as speedy as you can . [ Exit . Marg. I 'le be there straight . Isa. O Margery ! thy instant help , or I am most miserable . Marg. Hold , I know your grief , Sir Jeffery , is the cause , I heard him a dealing with Anthony about it , but I can blow that off with ease ; make him an appointment , the time , place , and dress , and then let me alone to compleat the Comedy . Isa. Thou hast mitigated my passion with thy promis'd assistance ; but what said my Brother to thee ? Marg. Your Brother , who 's your Brother ? Isa. Vertuous Maid , I 'le relie on thy secresie , Mr. Lovechange is the man , but conceal it till your Plot has had its scope , then I 'le discover more . Marg. Ha! you Mistress Isabella Lovechange , and I not peep into you till now ; 't is she : well , since you have told me one thing , then I 'le tell you another to requite you , I love Mr. Lovechange your Brother . Isa. Love my Brother , O beware ! Marg. If my Beauty , which has been flattered for a taking one , can win upon his desires , I 'le soon work him to what I please ; nay , rather than the Project fail , he shall enjoy ; but fairly , I have another discovery , but that 's for the closing pin . Isa. Well , as to your love of my Brother , I 'le joyn with you when things are ripe , I have but one doubt . Marg. What may be that I am not a Gentlewoman , you shall know that there 's many a Gentlewoman has stroakt the Dug : Hark , I hear Wenchlove I must retire , call for the Basket , all shall be well . [ Exit , Isa. I 'le force my passion for once , here 's the Gentleman : hold Heart , can he be so near , and I not reproach him ? [ Wench . to them . Enter two men carrying a Basket , Lovechange in 't . Wen. Now Wench , is all ready ? Isa. I have packt her up like a Dormouse in a Box , I warrant you for hurting her . Wen. 'T is a good Wench , I 'le give thee a fine Petticoat for this . Isa. I thank you Sir ; when you are a weary of my Mistress , and cast her off , as I know you must have change , you shall have my Maidenhead at the same rate ; if you please , I 'le keep it for you . Wen. With all my heart . Isa. Pray use her ne're the worse for my promise . Wen. The better I 'le turn her off within this fortnight , and send for thee . Isa. O Sir ! 't is not fit a Servant should shift her Mistresses Plate before the Bones are clean pickt ; you have Flesh enough to hold out a Month. Wen. It shall be a Month then . Isa. Pray Sir let me ask you one question . Wen. Quickly then . Isa. How many Maidenheads have you bought thus ? Wen. Some nineteen with thy Mistress . Isa. Pray let me make up the score an even reckoning . Wen. It shall , it shall ; go away with your burthen-fellows , farewell Wench . [ Exit Wenchlove , Basket. Enter Margery . Marg Now Mistress , what think you of it ? have not I taken a course to let the Blades find their errour ? Isa. Now I am instructed wholly to commend your Vertue , and steer my course by your example ; 't is time to be gone , Lust is a guilded Pill , It mocks the Sense with pleasure , but at last , The shining out-side leaves a bitter tast . [ Exeunt . Enter Sir Jeffery and Anthony . Jeff. And is she resolved ? shall I enter the Port securely ? Ant. The Harbour is deep , yet the water flows but seldome , the passage free from drownding : But should my Lady know this . Jeff. Oh , ne're fear that , she has had her fling , and still she bobs me with it , only devises to try me . Ant. She has try'd you too much her own way , I believe therefore I think she need not doubt you now with any other : but the Plot is thus ; the Young Sinner that must be , if you can make her so , will come like Mother Red Cap to buy Malt of you ; then take her into the Counting House , and try what Figure you can bring her to ; a Cypher you need not fear , and the round O is the compleating of your sum . Jeff. Anthony , I 'le give thee Margery for this exploit , but you must be very careful my Wife take not the sent . Ant. I 'le set a naked man in her way Sir , that will imploy her longer than you will be playing the blunt Prize of dried Mary-bones , and young Coney-skins . Enter Wenchlove , two Men , a Basket. Man. I 'le vow 't is heavy . Wen. That 's strange , and she a light Wench . Man. You say true Sir , 't is enough to break ones back . VVen. His mistake hits upon truth , rest you a while then , O witty Luxury ! how it accutes invention , makes barren faculties beget new issues of rare conceipts : Pox on 't , here 's Sir Jeffery Jolt , he 'll certainly stop me : Oh how I long to see how she looks after this close confinement ! she thinks to have me closer anon , and so she shall . Jeff. O Tony ! so there 's VVenchlove , what must we do with him ? Ant. Well enough , he 's upon the like design , see what 's in the Basket. Jeff. O Mr. VVenchlove , what 's here ? let 's see , I can't open it ; what 's in 't ? what 's in 't ? Wen. Would 't were his Wife , I 'd be revenged for this rudeness : let it alone , Sir Jeffery , 't is only a thing that I have a great mind to experiment . Jeff. Look Tony , what shall I do now ? [ Enter Art. like Mother Red Cap. Ant. To her , ne're mind him , ne're mind him : now ' ware a Storm . Jeff. 'T is needless to trifle time , I love , and must enjoy thee . Art. Oh fie Sir ! what will your Lady say to this , if we be catch'd ? Jeff. Fear not that , good Cuckquean , she 'll ne're think of such a thing . Wen. What , Mother Red Cap ? how goes Cakes and Maidenheads ? This is not Mother Red Cap : what , my Lady Jolt ? Art. Let him ne're see my face more . O indignity to my Beauty ! die you weak Villain : O me ! how shall I vent my passion ? Love. I can hold out no longer , let me out . [ Lovechange in the Basket. Ant. Whence came this voice ? what , have you got an Humble Bee in your Basket , or a Flesh Fly ? [ Comes out . Love. ' Uds death , I have been sufficiently mortifi'd . Wen. How came all this ? Love. I 'le tell you , bargaining for a little pleasure with a young Gentlewoman , whom I thought to be a Wanton , she ingaged me in this Adventure to come to her . Wen. Pox on 't , I am baffled in the same Noose , I expected her to be in the Basket : Oh! where is this witty Contriver ? Marg. Here Sirs , and am come to laugh at all your follies ; for I know Sir Jeffery is in the same Labyrinth : but we must make all well again , for he was set on by Tony , and me ; but he and she thought it true , Madam Jolt is privy to all this . Art. 'T is truth , Jeff. this I 'le forgive , but no more , if you do , I go to work : Now Girls , if you were well fitted , a Husband is the least you can expect ; and now Margery I 'le discover , you was my Brothers Daughter , put to me to conceal for a time , the reasons best known to my self . Isa. To avoid prolixity , see Isabella , who ever had a Chast Flame for this wild Wenchlove , and Margery for you . Love. Then by joynt consent we 'll end the day with mirth : to Pancras , and be marri'd straight ; Sister , I am glad I have found you in no worse Company . Wen. Then vertuous Isabella , do you forget what Heats of Youth has made me guilty of , and I 'le remember to be ever just to you . Love. And thou , Margery , deservest more than I can ever repay or express . Marg. Let me have but all you can do , and I 'le never complain . Ant. No , 't is I must complain , that thought to have had Margery instead of my wages : but for this trick , the next Maid that comes , down she goes , after once she has dropt a Duck to my Lady . Art. You see , Gallants , what success attends your Enterprize . Henceforth account not every lively Wife Wanton , because she lives a merry life . Jeff. So here 's a double comfort , being wedded , She 's neither false , nor am I jealous headed . [ Exeunt . FINIS . The PROLOGUE . YOu 'r not t' expect from hence the Modish sport , Abusing either City , or the Court : The Poet 's mannerly , and cautious too And neither will affront himself , nor you . 'Faith , both are needless , since 't is done each day , By you who judge , and him who writes a Play : Nor does he Controversies set afoot , But thinks it better if none else wou'd do 't ; Nor tells you what Religion he is on ; May be , like some of you , he is of none : You 'r easily pleas'd , and please the Poets too , Now that the Criticks have no more to do : The Devil 's in them that censure Farce and Show ; who 'd be a Poet then , at least to you ? Who , when he writes , is fool and Coward too . How do you murther men of that Profession ? There 's hardly one that ever scapes a Session : For once be courteous to a Country Muse Untaught , such Tricks the Wits of London use ; And in short time , he may find out the way To write fine Poppet Plays as well as they . The EPILOGUE . ANd how ? and how ? Gallants , what is 't but so ? Our Female Sex Abhors short things , we know . But tell me , 'Faith , is it not better far To ride in Flying Coach , than Dronish Car ? Great Theaters , like Husbands cloy'd , move on , Without long preparation nothing's done ; We finish thrice , e're they have once begun . One bout for Broths and Jelly cost you there More than would buy six merry Pushes here ; Nay , to oblige you , we 'll truck Ware for Ware. Tell me , good Houswifes , is not the pleasure more , when Butter quickly comes , Than to be three long hours a jogging of your Bums . To you , Gallants , our sport no trouble brings , All your delight we know's in little things : Likewise we so unconscionable are , We covet to enjoy you only h●re : Yet for variety , try all the rest , That will convince you our things are the best . See us again when you have roam'd your fill , And , like good Wives , we 'll make you welcome still . LOVE LOST IN THE DARK ; OR , THE Drunken Couple . ACTED AT NEW-MARKET . LONDON : Printed for Dan. Browne at the Black Swan and Bible without Temple-Bar , Dan. Major at the Hand and Scepter over against S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet , and James Vade at the Cock and Sugar Loaf near S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . 1680. ACTORS NAMES . A Dorio , a Libertine beloved by Calista . Camillo , Lover of Calista . Callandrino the Clown , his Man. VVOMEN . Calista , a vertuous young Lady in love with Adorio . Mittilla , her Maid , in love with Adorio . Muggulla , the Nurse . LOVE lost in the DARK ; OR , The DRUNKEN COUPLE . ACT I. Enter Calandrino , and Muggulla . Cal. MAdam Muggulla , you most joyfully are met to pleasure me . Mug. It may be so ; I us'd to pleasure many : here lies my way ; I do beseech you , Sir , keep your own Voyage . Cal. Nay , be not so short , I must with you . Mug. With me ! I pray Sir ; what , what Sir , do you see in me ? Cal. Do not mistake me , dear Beauty , nothing but honesty i'faith . Mug. Hang honesty , Trump not me up with honesty : do you mark Sir , I have a charge , and a special charge Sir , and 't is not honesty can win on me Sir. Cal. Prethee conceive me rightly . Mug. I conceive you . Cal. But understand . Mug. I will not understand , I cannot , nor I do not understand . Cal. But prethee Muggulla , let my young Master Camillo see thy Mistress ; but look upon her , and do you stand by . Mug. How 's this ? shall I stand by ? what do you think of me ? Now by the vertue of the place I hold , you are a paltry Squire to tempt my trust thus ; I am no Helen to be defloured of my Loyalty , by your fair language . Cal. You mistake me still . Mug. It may be my place will bear me out in 't , and will mistake you still , make your best on 't . Cal. A Pox upon you , let him but have a glance at her . Mug. The Devil 's in you , he shall never see her . Cal. This is a Croan in grain ; thou art so testy , prethee take breath , and know thy friends . Mug. I will not : I have no friends , nor will I have any this way : but now I call to mind , why will he see her ? Cal. Because she loves him woundily , and he loves her totally . Mug. She hates him damnably , most wickedly , take that upon my word , and swears her eyes are sick when they see him : how fearfully have I heard her rail against him , and cast , and rail again ? call for hot waters , and then rail again ? Cal. I 'le believe a Witch that has been nine years dead , before this . Mug. I have heard her swear , that he is the beastliest man : what a grief must this be ? Sir-reverence of the Company , a rank Whoremaster , ten Livery Whores , she assur'd me on her Credit , with weeping eyes she spoke it , and seven Citizens Wives , besides all Volunteers that serve under him , and of all Countries . Cal. The Devil never father'd such a Lye. Mug. Besides , he is so careless of his body , which is a foul fault in him . Cal. Come , leave fooling , 't is a meer Fable drawn from thy Ancient Vertues ; may be 't is her Maid is angry with him , because he woo'd her with his Honour ; and you mistake . Mug. She hates him very well too , but her Mistress hates him heartily : Look upon him ! on my Conscience she would see the Devil first , with eyes as big as Saucers ; when I but nam'd him , she lept back thirty foot . Cal. That 's a lye by five and twenty . Mug. If once she smell him , ( for certainly he is rank , she says extreme rank , and the wind stands with him so ) she 's gone for ever . Cal. For all this he shall see her , and give her such a heat , that the Hoegoe of her Constitution shall perfume his Chamber for two long hours after . Mug. Has he any new eyes when those are scratcht out , or a Nose to clap on warm ? Is he proof against a Piss-pot ? which if they bid me , I must throw upon him . Cal. Well then , a Devil take you , he shall not see her . Mug. His Dam coddle you for his Supper , if he do . Cal. Then be so far his friend , good parch'd-handed Muggulla , as to give her this Letter , and leave thy pleasant lying , or leave it in her Pocket , there 's no harm in it , do 't , and I 'le take thee up a Petticoat . Mug. Take up my Petticoat , I scorn the motion , I scorn it with my heels , take up my Petticoat . Cal. And so hot , Reverent Muggull . Mug. Sir , you shall find me hotter , if you take up my Petticoat . Cal. I 'le give you a new Petticoat . Mug. I scorn your gift , give your Masters old Boots , you give a Petticoat : Alas , you 'r too young Sir , you are too young to circumcize me that way ; take up my Petticoat , I am a woman , a Gentlewoman , a woman of another way ; he that takes up my Petticoat , shall have enough to do I warrant him ; I would sain see the proudest of you all dare to do it . Cal. Still mistakes : what a Pox do you look at the wrong end of the Prospective Glass . Mrg. Petticoat ! you shew now what you are ; but do your worst Sir. Cal. A Wild-fire take thee , what ails thee ? Mug. I ask no favour of you , and so I leave you ; and withall , I charge you in my own name ; for I would have you know , that in this place I represent my Ladies Person . Cal. The Devil could not have pickt out such a Representative . Mug. Upon your life do not dare to follow me ; for if you do , I know you have a standing that way : but if you do , look to 't , look to 't . [ Exit . Cal. Go , and the Pox go with thee , if thou hast so much moysture as to receive it ; for thou wilt have 'um , though a Horse bestow'um ; I must devise a way , for he must see her , and very suddenly ; and Madam Petticoat , it all the wit I have , and this can do , I 'le make you sell your charge and your place . But here they come . Enter Adorio , Camillo , Calista , Mirtella . Cam. I know I wrong my modesty . Ado. And wrong me in being so importunate , for that I neither can nor must grant . Cal. A hard sentence from him , I have chosen my Judge : Alas Sir , did I approach you with unchast Desires , a sullied Reputation , or were deform'd , as it may be I am , though many affirm I am something more than handsome . Cam. I dare swear it . Cal. Or if I were no Gentlewoman , and breed courtesie , you might with some pretence of reason slight what you should sue for . Ador. I 'm sure I should ; the Fleas are cursed troublesome : Hey day ! there 's a Legion of young Cupids in my Breeches . Cal. Pray Sir , name my defects ; when once convinced , I trouble you no further . Ado. Then I will bluntly and truly tell you , you are too honest ( a noted Libertine I profess my self ) and talk too soon of Marriage : Can I part with my uncurbed liberty , and on my Neck wear such a heavy Yoak ? No , let crooked Hams , declining Shoulders , furrow'd Cheeks , be aw'd by Ceremonies ; if you love me in the way young people should , I 'le fly to meet you , and we 'll meet merrily . Cal. 'T is strange such a man can use such language . Ado. My tongue speaks my heart freely : Fair one , think on 't , a close or private Mistress is Court Rhetorick ; a Wife is a meer rustick device ; and so good morrow . Cam. How like you this , Caland ino ? Cal. A well-bred Gentleman , I am now thinking whether or no in the dark , or drunk , I formerly might not have met his Mother ; he must have some drops of my blood in him , for at his years I was much of his Religion . Ado. You may perceive I seek not to displant you , where you desire to grow ; for further thanks , 't is needless complement . [ Cam. stops him . Cam. Only your patience one moment . Ado. Sir , be brief then . Mirt. Pray , observe . [ Cam. shrugs , makes faces . Cal. How he looks like a School-boy that has plaid the Truant , and went to be Breeched . Cam. Madam . Cal. A new affliction ; after all this preparation , I am obliged to hear you , Cam. Madam — while I at all parts ( without boast ) his Equal , in vain pursue you , you follow one that with winged feet flies from you , and attempts to undermine the Fortress of your Honour ; nay , and more , your Virgin Honour . Ado. My friend Camillo here 's an Ass ; what a Devil has he to do with Virgin Honour ? when he should speak to the purpose , of the delight to meet in the old Dance between a pair of sheets , my Granam calls it the peopling of the World. Cal. To vindicate my Honour , is needless ; I don't fear the worst aspersion malice can throw upon it . Cam. Can you undergo the scorn of being refused , for which I deeply suffer ? I must confess it makes for my ends ; but his ills shan't make way for my good intents . Ado. You take that Sir , which yet I never granted . Cam. Calandrino , stand to me , I 'le force more , Sir ; was she , this excellent she , mad to be a slave to your lusts , and used as Physick after drunken Surfeits ? mankind must rise against thee , must we not , Callandrino ? Cal. I , I , come , come , mankind must rise about it . [ Camillo draws . Callandrino . Calist. Murther ! Mirt. Help ! Cal. Nay , nay , stand still , or you 'r disabled for ever . Ado. ' Uds death . Cal. After a whining Prologue , who would look for such a rough Catastrophe ? nay , come Sir , fear nothing ; and do you hear Sir , yet I love you too ; if you take the Wench now , I 'le post it first , then Chronicle you were beaten to 't . Ado. A memorable piece of valour this between you ; it may perhaps deserve her Shooe-string for a Favour ; wear it without my envy , but expect for this affront , when time serves , I shall call you to a strict account . [ Exit . Cal. Nay , let him go to thy Mistress Boy ; if I were in thy shirt , how I could nick it ? Cam. Madam , I fear my passion has offended ; 't was my excess of love to do you right . Calist. You have sought my favours Nobly , and I am justly punished in wild Adorio's contempt and scorn : more I cannot say , but that I truly pity you , and wish you a better choice , which in my prayers , Camillo , I ever will remember . [ Exit . Cal. 'T is a sweet Rogue , what Thunder-struck ! Cam. I am not so happy : O that I were but Master of my self , you should soon find me nothing . Cal. What would you do ? Cam. With one stab give a fatal period to my woes and life together . Cal. For a Woman , better the Kind were lost , and Generation maintained a new way . Cam. Yet all this is nothing to Calista . Cal. Down into the Country amongst your Tenants , there you shall command twenty Calista's , for every night a fresh and lusty one , Nut-brown wholesome Girles , I have bred 'um to it ; should their Fathers murmure , straight his Lease is void . Cam. Hang thee , and thy folly , come away . [ Exeunt . Enter Calista , Mirtilla , and Muggulla . Mug. Censur'd , Madam ! what Lord or Lady lives worthy to sit a competent Judge on you ? Calist. Yet black detraction will find faults , when there are none . Mug. Her foul mouth is stopt ; you being the Object , rest secure of this , all the Braveries of the City run mad for you : Come , come , 't is nothing for you , being a simple Maid , that never had a hand in the Honey-pot of Pleasure , to sorbear it : but such as have lickt there , and lickt there often , and felt the sweetness , will. Mirt. How her mouth runs o're with the rank imagination ? Mug. If such can , as I nam'd before , the Kickshaw being offered , refuse to take it , they may be Sainted , though for my part I don't think it possible to be deni'd . Cal. Not stir abroad , the use and pleasure of my eyes denied me ? Mirt. Insufferable ! Cal. Nor write , nor yet receive an amorous Letter ? Mirt. Not to be endured . Cal. Nor look upon a man ? Mug. Flat tyranny , insupportoble tyranuy to a Lady of young blood . Cal. She is my Mother that commands it , how shall I decline it ? Mirt. Run away , take any course . Cal. But without means , how shall we live ? Mug. What a question 's that ? as if a Bucksome Lady could want maintenance in any place in the world where there are men , wine , meat or money stirring . Cal. Rather than in a thought or dream , I 'le consent to ought that may take from my Honour , I 'le endure more than my Mother can impose upon me . Mug. I grant your Honour is a glorious dressing , but without conversation of men a kind of nothing ; she may as well command you when you are a hungry not to eat , or drink , or sleep ; and yet all these are easie , compar'd to the not seeing of a man : I will not urge Camillo's love , but make tryal of Adorio . Cal. And give my Honour to his lust . Mug. There 's no such thing intended , Madam ; yet now I think on 't , write to'um both , catch one fast , and then throw the other in Mirtilla's mouth . Cal. 'T is a business to be considered on . Mug. When the satisfaction of your love 's in question , to talk of consideration is of no moment ; if your Mother would allow you a Dancer in the morning to well-breath you , a Songster in the afternoon to open your Pipes , a Servant to air you in the evening , you might bear it ; but not to see , or talk , or touch a man , O abominable ! Cal. Do not my blushes speak how willingly I would assent ? Mirt. Do something , Madam , to deserve'um , and blush after . Mug. I , I , do something as Mirtilla . [ Exeunt . ACT II. Enter Camillo ; Callandrino meets him . Cal. SIr , Sir , are you ready ? Cam. To do what ? I am sure 't is not yet Dinner time . Cal. True ; but I asher such a dainty bit for Breakfast , as yet I never cook'd ; 't is not Potargo , sri'd Frogs , Potato's marrow'd , Cavier , Carps Tongues , the Pith of an English Chine of Beef , nor the Italian oyled Mushroom , and yet a drawer on too ; and if you show not an appetite , and a strong one , I 'le not say to eat , but devour it , without Grace too , for it will not stay a Preface : I am shamed , and all my provocatives will be jeer'd at . Cam. Art thou in thy wits ? what new-found Rarity hast thou discover'd ? Cal. No such matter Sir , it grows in our own Country Sir. Cam. Leave prating , and serve it up Sirrah , bring in your dainty . Cal. 'T will bring in it self , it has life and spirit in 't , and for proof : Behold now , fall to boldly , my life on 't it comes to be tasted . Enter Mirtilla with a Letter and a Ring . Cam. Ha! Calista's Maid ; you 'r welcom fair one , aims your designs at me ? Mirt. I am trusted with a business of consequence , which I would to your private ear deliver . Cal. I told you so , give her Audience on your Couch , 't is a fit State for such an Ambassadress ; dispatch first for your Honour , you know what follows . Cam. Come Sir , will you please to vanish , or I 'le — Cal. O Sir ! pray don 't ; O Sir ! pray don't forget how you us'd your Taylors Daughter when she brought you home a Stomacher to keep your Breast warm . [ Exit running . Cam. Now , pretty one , your pleasure , you shall find me ready to serve you ; if you 'l put me to my Oath , I 'le take it upon this Book . Mirt. O Sir , the favour is too great , and far above my poor ambition ; I must kiss your hand in sign of humble thankfulness . Cam. So modest . Mirt. It well becomes us Maids Sir , spare those blessings for my Noble Mistress , this speaks her chast desires with this Ring . Cam. Oh the powerful Charms by that fair hand set down , Heaven be pleased to qualifie this excess of happiness , or I shall expire with a Surfeit of felicity ! with what art the cunning Lapidary has here exprest the Rape of Proserpine ; I apprehend her purpose , and oblige it , yet not as a helping friend , but a Husband ; I will meet her Vertues flame with a lawful heat , and warm our Hymenical Sheets with such delights as leave no Sting behind 'um . Mirt. You speak well , and I believe you . Cam. Would you ought else ? Mirt. I would carry some Love-sign to her , and now I think on 't , the kind salute you offer'd me at your entrance , hold it not impudence that I desire it , I 'le faithfully deliver it . Cam. A kiss ; you must excuse me , I was then my own , now wholly hers ; but there 's Gold to bind thee still my Advocate , I 'le not fail the appointed time . [ Exit . Mirt. Not a kiss ; I was coy when it was offered ; and now justly , when I begged one , am deni'd . If I catch either still my game 's well plaid , But if I miss I 'm with repentance paid . [ Exeunt . Enter Adorio and Muggulla . Ado. You are mistaken , I cannot be the man you are sent to . Mug. Not you the man , you are the man of men , and such another in my Ladies eye never to be discover'd . Ado. I am a meer stranger to thee , — or will at least seem so . [ Aside . Mug. Still the more probable , since Ladies as you know affect strange dainties : this is not an Age in which Saints live , but women , knowing women . Ado. As most are at a coupling age . Mug. Why Sir do you Gallants travel , but at their returns to discourse the difference in forreign Females ; as the lusty Girl of France , the sober German , the plump Dutch Fr● , the stately Dame of Spain , the Roman and spritely Tuscan , the merry Venetian Curtizan , the English fair Companion , that learns something from every Nation , and will fly at all . Ado. But may I ask without offence your gravity , what Title your Lady bears in this City ? Mug. If you were true Town-bred , you would do the business first , and ask that after : Sir , she 's no Half-crown Trader , nor no Beldam so frozen up , a Feaver can't thaw her . Ado. Leave this impertinence , and come to the matter . Mug. Impertinence ! what my Granams Cat left in the Mault in Impertinence teeth ; if it be impertinent to say her Name 's Calista , God buy to you , and your impertinence too . Ado. Oh I have heard of her , for Chastity and Beauty the wonder of the age ! Mug. Pray not too much of that Sir , fair and free , I 'le subscribe too , and you 'l find her so . Ado. This can't be Calista , your covering your foul ends with a fair name , gives me just reason to suspect you have a plot upon my life . Mug. A Plot ! very fine ; nay 't is a dangerous one , beware on 't : I plot to bring you in a minutes space to those a man of Snow would ride a thousand miles for ; you shall be received by one whose touch would make old Nestor young : a terrible plot , a kiss then ravish'd from you by such lips as flow with Nectar , a juicy palm to guide you safe to a private room ; but I almost forget , to make the plot more horrid , the retiring Bout , the silver bathing Tub , the Cambrick Rubbers , the imbroidered Quilt , a Bed of Jessemine and Damask Roses , a meer Powder-plot to blow you up : and last of all , a Bedfellow , to whose rare entertainment all these are but fools . Ado. No more , her breath would warm an Eunuch . Mug. I knew I should heat him . Ado. I am flesh and blood , your motion I approve , I 'le come . Mug. My plot 's on your life , a base and dangerous woman , farewel Sir. Ado. I will along too , come pardon my suspition ; hear , hear , you shall . Mug. I am good-natur'd , you may do what you will with me , at twelve I 'le be your Convoy . Ado. I desire not better . [ Exeunt . Enter Calista , Mirtilla . Cal. How do you like my Gown ? Mirt. 'T is rich , and Court-like . Cal. My Mother little dreams of my intended flight , and that these are my Nuptial Ornaments . Mirt. I hope so . Cal. How dully thou answered ? dost thou envy Adori , 's noble change ? Mirt. No Madam , I am a little daunted ; how to bear your absence , that very thought confounds me ; to be devorc'd from all my comfort , can this be born with patience ? Calist. The necessity of my fate commands it ; but I vow by my Adorio's love , I pity thee . Mirt. Pity me Madam ! a cold charity , you must do more , and help me . Calist. Ha! what said you , I must ; is this fit language for a servant ? Mirt. One that would continue your poor servant : Can Mirtilla fit mourning alone , imagining those pleasures which you this blessed night enjoy in the imbraces of your Lord , and mine too , in being yours ? shall a stranger sow you up in a sheet to guard that Maidenhead you must pretend to keep , and 't will become you ? shall another do this , and I pine with envy ? Pardon me , either let me go with you , or by my life I will discover all . Calist. Thou canst not be so treacherous and cruel . Mirt. Pray don't tempt me , for 't is resolved . Calist. Prethee Mirtilla be not so violent , I am so taken with thy affection . to me , I will send for thee . Mirt When ? Calist. This very night , by Adorio I will. Mirt. Forgive my boldness past , 't was iny zeal to serve you . Calist. I thank thee for 't . Mirt. You 'l keep your word . Calist. Still doubtful . Mirt. Now Fortune play thy game , It shall be hard but I will hit my aim . [ Exit . Enter Adorio . Ado. 'T is eleven by my Watch , the hour appointed , I hear none stirring , some curs'd business keeps her Mother up ; I 'le walk a little circle , this short delay asflicts me , and I presume to her it is no pleasure . [ Exit . Enter Camillo , Callandrino . Cal. What 's now to be done ? would I were a Bed , I am so sleepy : by this hand I 'le break the house for you tomorrow , and she shall be yours by fair or foul means . Cam. This is the time , I take it , I was ordered by Mirtilla to come ; she may perhaps , to take the air , open the Casement . Cal. Would you were in her Cellar , so I were a Bed. Cam. And looking out , will be a new Star to be gazed on by me with adoration . Cal. Is not here fine fooling ? Pox of gazing , and sighing , and peeping , and prying ; if you must go to 't , put her to the squeak at first sight , and there 's an end . [ Within . Enter Calista , Mirtilla . Calist. Mirtilla . Cam. 'T is her voice . Calist. You heard some footing . Mirt. Most certainly . Calist Speak low , my love Adorio . Cam. The darkness befriends me now , most honour'd Madam : Alorio , your servant . Calist. If you are so , I do commend your silence , and this kiss assures you I am wholly yours . [ Exit . Cal. Now miss , and may you be gelt . Mirt. Madam , think on Mirtilla . [ Exit . Cal. I am the fortunatest man in these night works . [ Exit . Enter Adorio . Ado. This slowness amazeth me ; but here comes some-body . Enter Mirtilla . Mirt. Whether shall I fly for succour ? Ado. These arms shall be a Castle of defence ; how her heart beats ; take comfort , dear Calista , Adorio loves you , loves you in a Noble ways silence becomes you till we are in safety . Mirt. O blest errour ! [ Exeunt . Enter Camillo ! Cam. They have cast me , and say I must wait ; but I have found some of their Cordials may be a provocative that was prepared to inable me to perform the Marriage night-duties , up it goes , be it what it will. I cannot dread any danger where she is : 't is pleasant , some restorative to animate their spirits ; this nights ramble , with other incumbrances of business , has almost tired me ; I feel sleep apprehending me for my neglect of nature , it is too powerful , I must obey . [ Sits down . Enter Muggulla . Mug. ' Uds death , I can't find the sleepy portion that 's prepar'd for my Ladies Mother : What Dormouse asleep a ready ? much good may women expect from you ! what a Devil do you mean to do ? my old Lady's coming this way ; here 's a lump of Sluggard : you lie with a Lady , you lie with a drunken Sow , so you will be taken napping ; thy Nose shall pay for this . [ Muggulla within . Enter Calista . Calist. What 's the matter you stay so long ? is he fallen asleep ? how Camillo , who I took for Adorio ! wake him , and bid him be gone . Mug. I must carry him on my back then , for any way else he is not fit to go : is he not dead ? cold by this hand . [ Falls out of the Chair . Calist. O , O! call in his man , let him remove him ; he has got some hurt in his night rambles , and comes here to die , to have the shame fall upon me . Enter Calan. Muggulla . Cal. Stark dead ! are you sure ? you have held him at hard service ; I 'le be hanged if Muggulla has not thrown him on his back , for she 's an old Swinger at these sports . Calist. Leave your idle discourse , and convey him away . Mug. Out of the house you can't carry him , your Mother must see it done . Calist. Search him Calandrino , if he be not wounded any where . Cal. O here 's large wound ! how it is swelled ! this must , this must be cunningly drawn out , should it break , 't would strangle him : O what a deal of foul matter 's here ! this has been a long time of gathering : here 's a gash too in the Rimb of his Belly , it may have matter in 't ; he was a cholerick man I see ; what comes from him is as yellow as Gold : how , troubled with the Stone ? I 'le cut you for this . His Pocket , then his Purse . Mug. It must be so , he has drank the sleepy portion which was designed . for your Mother , so that we 'll lay him in the great Chest in the next Room , may be when he awakes we may have a more fit opportunity to let him out . Cal. I had rather bury him quick than part with my purchase ; let his Ghost walk , I care not : who 's that ? where 's the Chest ? I am afraid her calling should wake him . [ Calista , Mugg . within . Mug. A shrill voice , it comes with the wind . Cal. Then I 'le take this way . Calist. Why , Sir ? Cal. Because I 'le trust my heels before all the winds in the Sky ; we are far wiser than our Gransi●●s were ; and thus I 'le prove it , they say , haste to the beginning of a feast , there I am with 'um ; but to the end of a fray , that 's Apocryphal , 't is Canonical , not to come there at all : after a Storm , there are still some drops behind . Mug. Pure fear has made the fool a Philosopher ; come , help away with him . Cal. He 's wondrous heavy , but the Porter 's paid , there 's the comfort . [ Lays him in the Chest , and falls upon him . Calist. Away , my Mother will come out . Cal. Now if he wakes not , I am made for ever ; And if he does , 't was but a fools endeavour . [ Exit . ACT III. Enter Adorio and Mirtilla . Ado. WAs ever man thus crost ? Mirt. So blest I hop't to have been ; this is the finest wild Chace . Ado. What 's that you mutter ? Mirt. A short prayer , that you may find my Lady , your wished-for love , though I am lost for ever . [ Camillo in the Chest. Cam. Calandrino , light a Candle , 't is horrible dark . Mirt. O me ! what 's that ? from whence could that come ? Ado. I don't know , may be the old Lady has discovered our coming . Cam. Draw the Curtains , I say , you Rascal ; what a Devil do you mean to do ? Adorio will get there before I shall come . Ado. If it be a Spirit , it made use of my name ; 't is somewhere in the room . Mirt. I am afraid , yet dare not stir , for fear you should be found here . Cam. Sirrah , I say Calista made the appointment , and would you have me fail her , Rogue , Dog , Devil ? Ado. It must be some Imp , it has the Devil so frequently in 's mouth . Mirt. I tremble to think on 't . Cam. 'Zounds , I 'le stay for this damn'd Dog no longer . [ Rises out of the Chest. Ado. My courage fails me , doubting 't is not mortal . [ Both run out . Mirt. Oh the Devil ! the Devil ! Cam. What can this mean ? that seem'd to be Adorio going out ; how came I to have this wooden Tenement ? this room they left me in ; now dare not I call Muggulla , because I am ignorant how matters go in the house . Calist. What noise was that I heard ? Enter Calista . Cam. Madam , I know not , nor what caused it ; but I am in as much doubt as they could be in fear , how by what means I was laid in this Chest ; Providence I must ever bless that it proves so well , since you allow on 't . Calist. What 's this ? 't was necessity made me so careful of your proceedings ; now you 'r at liberty , I desire your absence . Enter Adorio , Mirtilla . Cam. Madam , 't is strange , but for once I 'le withdraw , and render you my hearty thanks for the care you have used to preserve me safe , and your own Honour . [ Exit . Calist. My lov'd Adorio , though disasterous chance has made me lament thy absence , it pays me ample satisfaction that I am now possest of thee . Ado. Away : have you plaid your game with him , and now come to me to retrieve your appetite ? I must reassume my ancient Faith , all Woman-kind is false . [ Exit . Calist. False man , but more treacherous woman , 't is apparent you joyntly have conspired against my weakness , for which expect my just anger ; reply not . [ Exit . Mirt. She commands both , one is enough for me , If I be false , Love is a treachery . [ Exit . Enter Calandrino , a Bottle of Wine . Cal. Good speed on all sides , 't is main strong Wine : O the yauns that Muggulla will make ! look to your Stern , dear Mistress , and steer right : Stay , let me see , I 'le try her by thy Nose first , for if she be a right Sow , sure she 'll find it : yonder she comes ; O how she holds up her Nose like a Jennet in the wind of a grass Mare ! Enter Muggulla . Mug. 'T is Wine , I 'm sure 't is Wine , excellent strong Wine , very good Wine ; this way too . Cal. How true she hunts , I 'le make the Train a little stronger . [ Spills Wine . Mug. Stronger and stronger still , still blessed Wine . Cal. Now she hunts hot . Mug. This way it went sure . Cal. Now she 's at a cold sent : O well hunted ! that 's she ! that 's she ! Mug. O if I could but see it ! O what a precious sent it has ! but handle it , and then but taste it . Cal. Now I 'le come in view . Mug. Still 't is stronger : Calandrino , what hast thou got there ? answer to the point man. Cal. 'T is Wine , Madam Muggulla , sweet Sweet-wine . Mug. Is this a drink for Slaves to tipple on ? dear sweet Sweet-wine come hither ; give me a Bottle thou most debauched Drudge . Cal. With no small pains I purchased this on purpose for you , to shew how willing I am to give you all my service . Mug. I will give thee more : there , kiss my hand on 't . Cal. I thank you cleanlily for your dirty favour ; how rank it smells ? Mug. By your leave sweet Bottle , and sweet Sweet-wine , I now come to thee , hold your Cap under . Cal. She sucks off her sweet Sweet-wine , sweet , sweet , sweetly : how do you like it ? Mug. Hold up your Cap again Sir , and now come kiss me : I 'le be your friend at a word Sir ; come , drink to me . Cal. I must not be too bold with this liquor . Mug. Here 's to thee then ; 't is for thy good , 't is confest ; nay , 't is naught for thee , and may chance to make you break out , and spoil thy complexion : 't is excellent for me , I have a cold Stomach , and the Wine ▪ Cal. Blows out at both ends . Mug. Kiss me again , thou shalt kiss Calista too : again cherish thy lips , I 'le show thee all . Cal. Bless my eyes ! Mug. Enter all the secrets in my Country Commands , and thou shalt be my Heir , and I 'le leave thee Heaven knows what . Cal. I believe so ; but I shall never know . Mug. Then you shall have my Daughters two sweet Wenches , but you must commit with me first , and show yourself a Gentleman . Cal. Excellent Mistress Muggulla , I thank you heartily . Mug. And prethee , Calandrino , take heed of being overtaken with too much drink , 't is a lamentable fin : O 't is a damnable thing to be drunk , Heaven can't endure it ! And hark you , one thing I would have you do , knock my Husband on the Head , for he 's an errant Puppy , and cannot perform ; why , where the Devil is this foolish Bottle ? Cal. O how her Husband would cry , did he know how drunk she will be with this Wine ! Mug. Who 's that talks of Wine there ? Cal. I think 't is your Husband at the door . Mug. Bring him before me , I 'le beat him damnably ; nay , break the Bottle about his Pate , then tye it to his Tail , and all the Dogs in the Town shall follow him : Come , sit down , and let us propound a modest question , to see who is drunkest , you or I. Cal. The very sent has disabled me ; what 's the question ? Mug. Whether Whitehall or Cheapside be nearest Whetstones Park ? or what 's the natural reason , why a woman should long to make her Husband a Cuckold ? Bring the Curate , that learn'd Philosopher , that found out a Pudden had two ends , let him with his Jacob's Staff discover what is the third part of three farthings , three half-pence being the half , and I am satisfied . Cal. You blow me down with your Learning . Mug. Too much for that Bull-head , my Husband : Hang him , he 's but the shadow of a man of action , a debauch'd Puppy , let him sleep , and thou shalt sleep with me . Cal. You are a very loving worthy woman , I had as live she had said I should have lain in the Hog-sty . Mug. Not a word of Wine Callandrino , or any thing like Wine , or any thing concerning Wine , or by , or from , or with Wine : Come , lead me like a Countess . [ Exeunt . Enter Adorio , Mirtilla . Ado. Then it seems you ever have affected me . Mirt. Should my Lady stand by and hear 't , and in her sudden fury kill me for 't , I durst not Sir deny it ; nor is it me alone , but all our Sex , I think , stand bound to be enamoured of you . Ado. O my Fate ! I am justly punished for my defended wantonness : I that scorn'd the Mistress when she sought me , now I would upon my knees receive her , am become a Prey unto her Bond-woman : thou art one of those aim to be the wrong way Ladifi'd : Was there no forward Page or Foot-boy in the Town to do the feat , but I must be chosen for the Executioner ? how durst you hope it ? Mug. Kings sometimes leave Calveare , Salmon , and eat Sprats ; in modesty I dare speak no more . Ado. How cam'st thou to my hands ? Mirt. My Lady being slipt aside in the dark , fearing her Mother should find out the appointment , and , as I thought , quitted the house , thanks to the darkness of the night , running after her , I run into your arms ; and I had wrong'd my breeding near the Court , had I refused it . Ado. You expect to reap the Harvest of your Flattery but your hopes will be blasted : I assure you I am tired , I must sleep ; you could lie down too . Mirt. Willingly , so you please to use me . Ado. Use thee ? Mirt. As your Pillow Sir , I dare presume no farther . Ado. Well , sit down . Mirt. I am ready Sir. [ Sits down . Ado. So nimble . Mirt. Love is active , nor would be a slow thing , rest securely ; Sir , on my Maidenhead , I 'le not ravish you . [ Lays bis head in her lap . Ado. For one so fair , I 'le trust you . Mirt. Let all the joys of rest dwell on his Eye-lids ; let no dream disturb your soft and gentle slumbers : I cannot sing , but I 'le talk you asleep she snores already : I am all fire , I can no longer forbear , I 'le touch his lips , I am intranced ; our Fancy , some say , in sleep works stronger , I will prove how far mine will work . [ Sleeps . Enter Calandrino , Cal. My Bones ake with sleeping on the Bench , and I am exceeding cold after my heat , I must seek out a mere convenient Truckle-Bed : Ha! do I dream ? No , no , I wake ; as I live Adorio in a handsome Wenches Lap : O Whorson ! you are better accommodated than I have been with my old drunken She-goat ; I 'le call my Master and his Mistress to this Pageant , this may work more upon her than all he can say : Master , Madam , come forth . Enter Camillo . Calista . Cam Well , what 's your hasty business ? what have you seen the Devil ? or how ? Cala. No Boy , no ; but here are some that you thought not of . Calist. Adorio . Cala. The Idol you used to worship . Calist. Is this Mirtilla ? I was but a Cloak to his intended Villany . Cala. I knew 't would take . Cam. I 'le not kill him sleeping , but if you please , I 'le wake him , and then make him fall a Sacrifice to your just anger . Cala. No , reserve your blood for a better use . Calist. My fond love is turn'd to extreme hatred , his very sight is odious . Cala. I have thought of a punishment for 'um , and then leave him to his Harlotry ; if she prove not torture enough , hold me an Ass : I saw their Horses not far off , I 'le cut their Girts and Bridles , and turn 'um out to the Road. Calist. In his Hat he wears a Jewel , which this faithless Strumpet , as a Salary of her Lust , deceiv'd me of ; he shall not keep it to my disgrace , nor will I stir till I have it . Cala. I am not a profest nimmer , yet I 'le make a shift : by your leave Sir , 't is restitution ; pray bear witness I do not steal it ; here ' t is . Calist. Take it not as a Mistress's favour , but a strong assurance I am your Wise. Cam. O Heaven ! Cala. Pray in the Church : let 's away : have you not been billing in the Hay , and so deserved this unexpected favour ? Cam. You 'r pleasant Sir , come , will you walk . Exit Cam. Calista , Calandrino . Ado. As thou art a Gentleman kill me not basely , give me leave to draw my Sword. [ Adorio starts up , his Hat falls off . Mirt. What 's the matter ? do you dream ? Ado. A fearful one I dream't , methought Camillo's Sword was at my Throat , Calista frowning by , commanding him , as he desired my favour her favour to strike off my head . Mirt. Meer imagination ; here 's your Hat. Ado. But where 's my Jewel ? Mirt. I lookt upon when you slept . Ado. What 's come on 't then ? Restore it ; thou hast it ; force me not to search thee Mirt. Search me . Ado. You was before your Ladies entertainment a Night-walker , traded in picking of Pockets , when tame Cully's charmed with your prostitute fluttery , vouchsafed to imbrace you . Mirt. Love , give place to anger ; wer 't thou an Emperour , 't was false ; in thy teeth I 'le tell it thee , steal what I present . Ado. This will not do , though thou hast swallow'd it , I 'le rip thee up , but I 'le recover it . Mirt. Help , help , help , murther ! Ado. What , a new plot ; let me have it , I say . Enter Calandrino and Dancers . Cala. Hey day ! at it afore folks ! fie for shame ; you are a hot Cock of the Game . Mirt. O me wretched Maid ! [ Mirtilla swoonds . Cala. Hold her up , she 'll fall again before her time else : Come , come , Mistress , the man 's a well-timber'd man , he 's whole Chested , and may be a little forward with his work , in time you will make him ride more moderate ; then if he prove not of the right strain , Cuckold him first , and after make a Capon of him , never fear a Rape , fear him not . Enter Camillo , Calista . Calist. Methought I heard some Womens shrieks ; what , was it Calandrino ? Cala. Nothing , only Master Adorio would force her to say one Lesson too often over , which is a fault I seldome heard a woman complain on , to refuse that sort of exercise . Calist. My too fond Love Adorio , I have for ever banisht from my heart , and in lieu , the Holy man has given me to Camillo , in whose worthy love Calista must be safe . Cam. Calista , you are all goodness . Ado. Nay then Adorio be a man , I see the Diamond ; Mirtilla forgive me , thy honest vertuous love I will repay ; take me , and dispose of me as you think fit . Cala. Chain him up ; and when you feel the loving hour coming on you , let him recreate you , and then to his Cell again , in a short time you 'l find him a sober Companion . Mirt , My heart can't let me give a denial ; take me your faithful Handmaid . Enter Muggulla . Mug. O who shall take me ! for something has taken my Husband , the Fates be blest : but whether above or below he 's gone , that matters not . Cala. O! to Heaven he must go ; you have been always a careful woman in that kind : Well , you and I will never marry ; for now we may drink and sleep together without controul , since that Ram-headed Block is removed . Mug. Lord , I am so troubled with the Teago , I believe it is because I drink but little Wine . Ado. 'T is a raw humour blows up in your head , you don't take it often enough . Mug. 'T may be so : truly Sir , I don't drink above a Bottle in an hour . Cal. How many's that a day ? Mrs. Muggnlla , I 'le be your Doctor , and administer effectually , I warrant you . Cam But are your Dancers ready ? Cal. All things ready : pray seat your selves , that I may have room to perform matters of admiration : let your eye be riveted to my heels , and miss not a hair , breadth of my footing : our Dance has a most melodious note , and I command you to have Ears like Hares this night for our Masters Honour , and something of my Worship ; your reward is to be drunk blind , like Moles , in the Wine-cellar , and though you never see after , 't is the better : and do you hear wire-string Cats guts men , and strong-breath'd Hoe boys , for the credit of your Calling ; twang it perfectly , as you would read your N●ck verse ; marshal your selves in the Rear , the Van is ours : Come , Mrs. Muggulla , imagine it our wedding day . [ A Rustick Dance . Cam. Adorio , Let us forget all but honourable friendship , and let that last till Time shall be no more . Now may all here , that love , as they are Friends , To our good fortunes find like prosperous ends , [ Exeunt . The PROLOGUE . OUr Habits and our Acting such appears , Like weather-beaten weary Travellers : Who have endur'd more then may here be told , From Eastern blasts and sharper Northern cold . Which keeps our sadded Hearts in deep suspence , Wanting a place to fix our Residence . Yet if these Radiant Beauties will but please To smile on our Endeavours , 't will much ease Our Cares , abate our Feares : well knowing then , Their Influence creates Favours in those Men : Whose noble Bounty and Compassion may , Transform our sable Night to chearful Day . So by your Goodness with your mercy mixt , We wandring Planets may in time be fixt . The EPILOGUE . AS timerous Crack with Bayliffs close beset , Knowing her Rigging cann't discharg her Debt ; Scrues up invention to the highest pin , To make a Trap to catch the Devil in . Melting in tears with looks half lust half love , Hoping the hot-rein'd ravenous Foe to move ; Sighs in his Bosom , Sir , if you 'l be kind , I would do , you know what , you know my mind . The goatish hell-hound boyling in a Feaver , Cry's damn the Plantiff , swears he 'le never leave her . Imagin now the feat is done , and she Is gone and clapt him for his Courtesie . I just like her , have ventur'd out to you ; Could I but wheedle and o're come you too : Then like a loving and a fearful Elf , I 'd send you sound away , be clapt my self . THE POLITICK WHORE : OR , THE CONCEITED CUCKOLD ACTED AT NEUU-MARKET . LONDON : Printed for Dan. Browne at the Black Swan and Bible without Temple-Bar , Dan. Major at the Hand and Scepter over against S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet , and James Vade at the Cock and Sugar Loaf near S. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . 1680. Actors Names . SIr Cornelius Credulous , a Fond Husband . Sir Isaac Jealousie , always doubtful of his Wife . Fido , a Friend to both . Mocko , Sir Cornelius's Clown . Drudgeo , a Pimp . Mutchcraft , a Gentleman disguis'd , Gallant to Policia . Women . Policia , Wife to Cornelius , the Politick Whore. Innocentia , Sir Isaac's Wife . A Bawd. THE POLITICK WHORE : OR , The CONCEITED CUCKOLD . ACT I. Enter Sir Isaac Jealous , Solus . Isa. I Have given all the slip on purpose , to get home at unawares , to try what Jack Fido does with my Wife ; I know no reason why I should trust him more than all the world , I do remember he told her I bought the Bucks Head , and therefore deserved to have the Horns : though I bid him try her , I did not bid him , bid her with one eye love , and with the other wink at a Friend : What pains we Husbands take to be miserable , and as many words do aptly hold concordance to make one sentence : Just so many causes seem to agree , when conceit makes us Cuckolds , and here comes apparent proof ; [ Enter Fido leading Innocentia . hand in hand : How their palms meet ! That grasp begets a bastard . Fido. By your white hand , I swear 't was only so . Isa. Poyson of Toads between you . Innocentia . Fido you have well satisfied me . Isa. Insatiate Whore , could not I satisfie you ? I shall commit a murder if I stay : I 'le go forge Thunder for you ; what Plague can transcend a whorish Wife , and a persidious Friend , Traitor to Truth and Friendship , I could rip out that blushing Hypocrite , thy Heart . Fido. What means this Fury ? Isa. Can you spell Stag , Sir ? 't is four letters with two Horns : get you from my fury , for fear of greater mischief . Fido. Thou yellow Fool. Ino. I would you would instruct me , Sir , but how to understand all this . Isa. Did ever mortal see so foul a guilt stand underneath a look so innocent . Ino. My Lord. Isa. You Whore. [ Kicks her . Fido. Were 't not for looking to the Lady , I 'de call you to strict account . Isa. Look to her , hang her : let me now send her to the Devil , with the scarlet Robe of Sin she 's lapt in , that men should ever marry , and when we lay our Heads in womens laps , rise up with Horns . Ino. With patience hear me , good Sir. Isa. Yes , and go make Potgims . Ino. 'T is late , and sleep will do good , Sir. Isa. Why do you think I 'm mad ? Ino. I hope not , Sir Isaac . Isa. Then you lye , I am made Horn-mad ; I shall be acted at both the Theaters : Oh he that can believe a sleep's secure In a false Friends Oaths or a bad Wives Arms , Trusts Circes Witchcrafts , or Calipsos Charms . [ Exit Isa. Fido. Ino. Oh Sir Isaac , how far am I in love with affliction , because it calls thee Father : Oh Jealousie , Loves Eclipse , thou art in thy Disease , A wild mad Patient , wondrous hard to please . [ Exit . Enter Sir Cornelious Credelus , and Mocko. Cor. My negligence deserves just blame , and how my Policia will take it I cannot tell . Mock . As Snuff does you , by the Nose . [ Enter Fido , Fido. Sir Credelus your Servant ; I hope your fair Lady 's well . Sir Cor. See , see she and her zealous School-master : I 'le put you all upon her anon . [ Enter Policia , Muchcraft . Mock . Then I shall have my turn . Fido. You are a wondrous happy man in one so vertuous . Sir Cor. Nay , you shall have no Sir Isaacs of me , I warrant ye . Mock . Nor no Inocentia of your wife , I warrant ye . Sir Cor. Sweet Chick I come to take leave of thee , for I am going to see a Ship launch'd , you may walk and see Sir Isaac Jealousie 's Lady . Poli. Alass she 's too merry for my company . Fido , Too merry ; I have seen her sad , but very seldom merry . Poli. I mean Sir , that she can walk to the Change , tell Tales , run in the Garden . Mock . Why then your Ladyship may hold your tongue , say nothing , and walk in the Orchard . Poli. She can drink a glass of Wine not alayd with Water . Mock . Then you may drink a cup of Water without Wine . Poli. Nay if a Gentleman comes to her House she 'll let him kiss her , though a stranger . Fido. Why a modest Woman may be kist by accident , yet not give the least touch to her Reputation . Sir Cor. Well said , touch her home . Poli. Nay , but they may not ; she that will kiss , they say , will do worse I warrant you . Fido. Why Madam I have seen you kist , may be against your will. Poli. You may be sure 't was against my will , though I have been kist indeed . Mock . There 's nothing in that can be against a Womans will , and I dare be sworn , if my Lady kist but one man , 't is because we can't do with all . Sir Cor. Nay that I know to be true , therefore she shall only kiss you Fido at this time ; nay , come kiss her , and we are gone . Poli. Nay pray Sir Cornelious , 't is against my customes . Sir Cor. I care not ; let naturals love customes , my humour 's my humour : look ye she spits , kiss her close . Mock . The nearer the bone , the sweeter the flesh , Lady . Poli. How now sawce-box . Mock . Why Madam , I had but my turn , are you angry at that ? Sir Cor. Sirah , go and call a pair of Oars , Muchcraft , prethee stay thou at home with thy Lady , make her merry , get your Instrument ready , this melancholly will spoil her ; make her laugh but heartily before I come home , and I 'le give you a Lease of forty Crowns per annum . Much. Can you tell whether she be ticklish or no Sir ? Sir Cor. Oh infinitely ticklish . Much. I 'le deserve your Lease before you come home again I warrant you . Sir Cor. And thou shalt have 't I faith boy . Mock . Sir , there is a boat ready for you . Sir Cor. Oh that 's well , farewel my dear Policia . [ Exit . Fido , Adieu Madam , and when so e're I marry , Fortune turn no worse Card to me than you are . [ Exit . Mock . And when so e're I marry , Venus send me a Card may save Fortune a labour , and turn up her self . [ Exit . Polic. What made him leave you behind . Much. To lye with your Ladyship . Polic. How ! Much. How : Why in the Bed , or on the Bed , or without the Bed. Polic. Why how now Muchcraft . Much. Why , the plain truth on 't is , I must lye with you . Polic. Why , Muchcraft ? Much. And I know too , that you will lye with me . Polic. Nay , but Muchcraft . Much. A Pox of Muchcraft ; I am neither Much Craft , nor Little Craft , but a Barkshire Gentleman , that has heard of your Beauty ; assum'd this Name and Fortune , saught this Service , and tell you truly what I guess you . Polic , You will not Ravish me , Muchcraft ? Much. No ; but unravel you , in two lines Experience writ lately . Extreams in Vertue , are but Clouds to Vice ; She 'll do i' th' dark , who is i' th' day too nice . Polic. Indeed you do not well to belye me thus . Much. Come , I 'le lye with thee Wench , and make all well again : your Husband swears no Woman can deceive him , and 't were well done to cozen his confidence . Polic. Truly , Muchcraft , some Women would do 't . Much. Who can you chuse more convenient to practice with than me , whom he doats on ? Where shall a man find a Friend but at home ? so break one Proverbs Pate , and give the other a Plaister . Is 't a Match , ha ? Polic. Well , for once it is ; but and you do any more , indeed I 'le tell my Husband . Much. But when shall this once be , now ? Polic. Now ! no indeed , Muchcraft , it shall be soon , at Night my Knight comes home . Much. Then , how is 't possible ? Polic. Possible ; Women can make any of these things possible , Muchcraft : many casualties may cross us , but soon at night my Cornelius I 'm sure will be sleepy after his hard drinking ; and when well drench'd in Wine , he sleeps in his Cloaths on the Bed so sound , Bells would not wake him were they rung in the Chamber . Much. Then he 'll never dream of our Intrigue . Polic. Now Mocko that makes him merry in his Chamber , shall , when the Candle 's out , and he asleep , bring you into the Chamber . Much. But will he be secret ? Polic. Will he , good Soul ! I am not to try him now . Much. ' Uds-foot , this is brave , My Knights kind Fool is my cunning Ladies Knave . But pray , how then ? Polic. When Mocko has brought you to the Bed , give me but softly a touch , I 'le rise , and follow you into the next Chamber : But truly and you do not use me kindly , I shall cry out , and spoil all . Much. Use you kindly ; was ever Lady used cruelly i' th' dark ? do you but prepare Mocko and your Maid , let me alone with her Mistress ; about Eleven I desire to be expected . Polic. And till the Clock strike Twelve I lye alone . Much. Now you dare kiss . Polic. Once with a Friend , or so ; yet you may take two , Muchcraft . Much. My Cast is Ames-Ace then . Polic. Deuce-Ace had got the Game . Much. Well , if you 'l set , I 'le throw at all . Polic. If you throw out , then down you fall . [ Exeunt . Enter Innocentia alone . Innoc. Here , miserable Innocentia , let thy sorrows take breath ; unto this House where Gentlemen lodge I was directed , but I here discover strange actions carried on in this House : Great Persons , but not good , here nightly Revel in Surfeits , and in Riots ; and yet the next day the place appears a Sanctuary , rather than Sins foul Receptacle : these ways have to me still been strangers . Enter Bawd and Drudgeo . Drud. Yonder she walks mumbling to her self , my Lord Generous has cast an eye of liking on her , and you win her but for him , your House bears the Bell away ; acost her quaintly . Baw. I warrant thee Drudgeo , I can effect wonders of more weight than a Maiden-head : Have I ruin'd so many Cities , Citadels , to let in Court-Martialists , and shall this Country-Cottage hold out ? I were more fit for a Cart than Coach then ' lfaith . How now Philice , how do you this morning ? Innoc. Well , I thank so good a Landlady . Baw. But hark you Philice , is the Door close Drudgeo ? Dru. As an Usurers Conscience : Madge was coming in , till she saw the Door shut upon her . Baw. I 'le set Madge about her business , and I come to her : Is here any work for her , with a mischief to her ? We shall have Eves-droppers , shall we ? Innoc. Honour guard me , how I tremble . Baw. Come hither Mistress Philice : Fie , how you let your hair hang about your Ears too : How do you like my House , Phil. Innoc. Well , exceeding well . Baw. Nay , I know a Woman may rise here in a Month , if she will her self : but truth's truth , I know you see something , as they say , and so forth . Did you see the Gallant was here last night till Twelve ? Innoc. Which of them mean you ? here was many . Baw. Which ; he in the white Feather , that skipp'd in the Gallery : Was it white , Drudgeo ? Dru. As a Ladies hond , by this five fingers . Baw. White ; no , no , 't was a Tawny ; now I remember . Dru. As a Gypsie ; by this Hand it lookt white by Candle-light though . Baw. That fine Lord is call'd my Lord Generous , Phil. a great man , I 'le assure you Phil. Innoc , His Excellent Carriage spoke him of Noble Birth . Baw. And this Lord loves you Phillis . Innoc. Now Heaven defend me ! Baw. What , from a Lord ? marry come up with a Murrian ; from whence came you tro ' , ha ? Dru. Thus nice Madge was at first , if you remember . Baw. I would have you know Huswife , I could have taken my Coach , and fetch'd him one of the best Pieces in London , and her Husband should have look'd after me , that his Neighbours might have noted , and cry'd , Farewel Naunt , commend me to my Unkle . Dru. And yet from these perfum'd fortunes , Heaven defend me . Innoc. Perfum'd indeed . Dru. Perfum'd ; I am a Pander , a Rogue , that hangs together like a Beggars Rags by Geometry , if there was not three Ladies fwore yesterday that my Mistress perfum'd the Coach ; so they were fain to unbrace the Side-parts to take in fresh Air. Baw. He tells you true , I keep no company , I warrant you . Innoc. But have you so many several Women to answer so many men that come ? Dru. I 'le answer that by Demonstration : Have you not observed the variation of a Cloud , sometimes 't will be like a Lyon , sometimes like a Horse , sometimes a Castle , and yet still a Cloud . Innoc. True. Dru. Why so can we make one Wench one day look like a Country Weneh , another day like a Citizens Wife , another day like a Lady , and yet still be a Crack . Innoc. VVhat shall become of me ? Oh the sad Curse Of goodness , to leave one woe for a worse . Baw. Come Phil. let 's in , and be merry . [ Exeunt . ACT II. Sir Cornelius asleep on a Bed in his Cloaths , Policia in Bed ; to them , Moeko leading in Muchcraft . Much. SOftly sweet Mocko ; are we in the Chamber yet ? Mook. Within a yard of my Lady , and ye can be quiet . Much. Art sure Sir Cornelius is asleep ? Mock . I know not , I 'le go and ask him . Much. No , no , no , do not awake him , we are undone then , man. Mock . Ha , ha , ha , now I see Cuckold-making is as ticklish a profession as Cunney-catching : my Lord was so paid with Healths , he 's fast enough . Much. But still I pursue wonder , why my Lady should prescribe this strange , nay wonderous desperate way to her desires . Mock . Is that a question to ask now ? would you would grope out the Bed , for I sleep in my talk I am sure of that . [ Sir Cornelius Coughs . Much. We are lost for ever : did he not cough ? Mock . 'T is nothing but the last Cup comes up in stewd broth ; if ever you make true Whoremaster burn me : sea-sick before you come in the salt-water ; let me go in your stead . Much. No I 'le venture , stood a Gulph between belching up a Tempest . O valiant Lust ! how resolute thou goest to Acts unjust . Mocko good night : desire drowns fear in presuppos'd delight . Mock . Turn of your left hand , 't will lead you to the Devil , to my Lady , I should say presently . [ Exit . Much. Let me see : Four steps on the left hand . I have the Bed , and on this side she lies : Ud's foot there 's a beard ; but all 's well yet ; she lies on this side sure : I have her ; 't is her Hand , I know the touch , it melts me into passion : I have much ado to contain my wild desires : as the wind strains in caverns lock'd , so through my big swoln vains my blood cuts capers . Polic. Who 's there ? Much. 'T is I. Polic. Muchcraft . Much. Fortunate Muchcraft , that was wrapt in his Mothers Smock . Polic. Give me your hand . Much. There 't is : I melt already . Polic. Sir , Husband ; Sir Cornelius , awake . Much. I am lost for ever , Madam . Polic. Sir Cornelius , Husband . Much. If I pull too hard , I shall pull her out of the bed too . Polic. Why Knight , will you not awake . Sir Cor. What 's the matter , what 's the matter ? Much. How I dwindle . Polic. Pray hear me Sir ; I cannot sleep till you have resolv'd me one thing . Sir Cor. What is that Sweetheart ? Polic. Of all men which do you love best ? Sir Cor. That 's a strange question to ask at midnight ; why Muchcraft . Polic. And that same false Muchcraft in your absence most leudly tempted me to wrong your bed . Much. Was ever woodcock cateh'd thus . Sir Cor. Oh Rogue , I le cut his throat sleeping . Polic. Nay I have fitted him finely . Much. Now , now , now , now I am splted . Polic. I seem'd Sweetheart to consent to him . Much. A pox of shammings : I were best confess and beg pardon . Polic. And to make him sure for your revenge , I appointed about this hower , the door left open on purpose Much. Ah. Polic. To meet me in the Garden . Much. All 's well again . Polic. Now Sweetheart , if you would but steal down , you might catch him , and snap the Fool very finely . Sir Cor. Oh Heavens what a wench have I of thee ! I 'le take my Rapier , and the night being dark , I 'le speak like thee , as if thou had kept thy word : O Villain , I shall have you ; do you lie still , and I 'le bring thee his Heart for thy Monkeys breakfast . Polic. And would you part unkindly and not kiss me ? Sir Cor. I have no more manners than a Goose : Farewell My chast delicious Girl : what may his life Be compar'd to , that meets with such a Wife ! [ Exit . Enter Mocko. Much. Hist Mocko. Mock . Hear Boy . Much. Go meet him in the Garden — and hark . Mock . Excellent : I 'le play my Lady I warrant you . Well , I may hope for a Squiers Place , my Father was a Costermonger . [ Exit . Much. Well now I see , he who would know Hells Crafts in her may read it , in brief put him to School ( Would cheat the Devil of 's right , ) To a dainty smooth-fac'd Hypocrite . [ Exit . Enter Sir Cornelius and Mocko. Sir Cor. Why here 's a Wife Mocko ! Mock . Ay Sir , to discover upon the pinch to you . Sir Cor. Oh what Fortunes we loving Husbands meet with ! Mock . Ay Sir , Fortune 's in the fashion of Hay Forks . Sir Cor. Mocko , thou shalt hardly see a harsh Fellow have such a Wife , such a fortunate Wedding . Mock . He 'll go to hanging as soon . Sir Cor. No , no ; we loving souls have all the luck : There 's Sir Isaac Jealous , what ado there is about his Wife ; and now she 's fled : and what has brought her to 't , but his dogged usage of her . Mock . Nay she never liv'd a good day with him . Sir Cor. Therefore the whole Town rings of the winding of his Horns . Had he such a wife as I : what a Villain did I entertain , to teach her Musick ; he had done her no good since he came , that I see . Mock . Hang him : he has made her a little perfect in Prick-Song , that 's all ; and it may be she had skill in that before you married her . Sir Cor. She could sing at first sight by this hand , Mocko : but hark , I hear somebody . Enter Muchcraft . Mock . 'T is he sure : he has a dreaming Whoremasters pace . Pray let me practise my Ladies Part , and counterfeit for her . Sir Cor. Canst thou imitate to the life ? Mock . Can I ? Oh wicked Muchcraft . Sir Cor. Admirable thou shalt do 't . Mock . Pray be you ready with your Rapier to spit him then ; and I le watch him a good turn , I warrant you . Much. Here they are : If Mocko now comes off with his Part neatly , the Comedy passes bravely . Who 's there — Madam ? Mock . Muchcraft ? Much. The same . Mock . I think this place lies open to the Air , Muchcraft . Sir Cor. Delicate Mocko. Mock . And truly there 's a great Dew fallen to night , the Grass is very wet . Sir Cor. Sweet-tongu'd Rogue . Mock . Come Muchcraft , And let us sport our selves in yonder Rushes ; And being set , I 'le sinother thee with bushes . Sir Cor. Oh Villain . Much. Here my Lady ; it is enough my Master has now a Friend in these days that dares be honest . Sir Cor. How 's this ? Mock . Nay for thy Master , he 's a meer Coxcomb , Muchcraft . Sir Cor. Out Rogue . Much. 'T is but your bad desires that tell you so : can I contain a Heart , or can that Heart harbour a thought of injury against him , under whose Wing I safely stretch my Pinions : has he not nobly entertain'd me ? Stand I not next neighbour , save your self , unto his Heart ? Sir Cor. Ay , by this Hand dost thou . Much. And shall I requite him thus ? No Lady , no. Sir Cor. Brave Muchcraft . Much. I am too wise to fall in love with Wo , much less with Woman : I but took advantage of my Masters absence for your Tryal , Madam , for fear some Fellow , far hotter-rein'd then I , might have sought and sped ; and I should be loth a Master so loving , Sir Cor. Shalt have five Leases , by these Fingers . Much. Should have a Lady false . Back Lady to your yet unblemish'd Bed ; Preserve your Honour , and your Lords Calves Head. Mock . Well Muchcraft you had been better : if I do not tell your Master of this . Sir Cor. He has put him to 't now . Much. Then I am lost for ever : You 'll turn it all on me I know ; but ere I 'le live to wrong so good a man , or stand the mark unto your malice , I will first fall on my Sword , and perish . Sir Cor. Hold , hold man. Much. Ha ; who are you ? Sir Cor. One that has more humanity in him than to see a proper Fellow cast himself away , I warrant thee : 't is I , 't is I man ; I have heard all . Mock . And 't was I have playd my Lady , to have snapt you . Much. Has she then been so good to tell you ? Now I am worse afflicted than before , that she should thus out-run me in this race of honesty . Sir Cor. Nay , she has hobb'd thee bravely : She has a thousand of these tricks , I faith man ; but howsoever , what I have found thee , I have found thee : Hark in thy ear : Thou shalt have five Leases , and my own Nagg , when thou hast a mind to ride . Much. Let me deserve it first . Sir Cor. Thou shalt have 'um , I know what I do , I warrant thee . Much. I joy in such a Lady . Sir Cor. Nay , there 's a couple of you , for a Wife and a Friend : thou shalt be no more my Servant ; I had thought to have made thee my Steward , but thou art too honest for the place that 's the truth on 't . Mocko. His superfluity is my necessity ; pray let me have it Sir. Sir Cor. I will talk with thee to morrow : Mocko , thou shalt have something too , but I 'le to Bed : honest Muchcraft , the dearest must part , I see ; I will so hug the sweet Rascal that thinks every hour ten , till I come yonder : Good-night Muchcraft ; to Bed Mocko : VVhat delight in life , Can equal such a Friend , and such a VVife . [ Exit . Mock . Go ; and a Cartload of Horns go with thee . But shall I not be thought on for my nights Service ? Much. Why look you : pray forget not you had something . Mock . Well : and pray do you remember I had nothing . Much. Nothing ; what 's that ? Mock . Nothing before I had something I mean ; so you are welcome from Utopia . Much. You are very nimble ; Sir , good morrow . [ Exeunt . Enter Sir Cornelius and Fido. Sir Cor. Did ever Chronicle match this couple ? Fido. You make me wonder , that both should meet in one resolved goodness unknown to one another . Sir Cor. There lies the Jest on 't : Sirrah Mocko , come hither . [ Enter Mocko. I do but think , had she met him in the Garden , how she would have ratled him . Mock . Ay , and ruffled him too Sir ; the Camomile would have been better for it many a day after . Fido. Such an honest-minded Servant , where shall one find ? Sir Cor. Servant ; my sworn brother , man : he 's too honest for an Office , he 'le ne're thrive in 't . Fido. A Wife ; why she 's a Saint , one that beares a good sound Soul about her . Mock . Yes , when she wears her new Shoes . Sir Cor. Where is she Mocko ? Mock . Walking a turn or two in the Garden with Muchcraft , shall , I go call , Sir ? Sir Cor. No , no , no ; 't is pitty to part 'um , they are so well match'd : What are they doing ? Mock . Why Sir , she was weeping to him ; she heard this morning that her Confessor Father Joseph was dead . Sir Cor. Why now shan't we have her eat a bit these five days . Mock . She 'le Munch the more in a Corner , that 's her Fasts . Sir Cor. Nay , do but judge Fido : Whereas most Dames go but once a month , some twice a quarter , and once a year to Confession , and that upon constraint too ; she never misses twice a week . Fido. 'T is a sign she keeps all well at home ; they are even with the World , that so keep touch with Heaven . Enter Policia , Muchcraft . Sir Cor. See where she comes ! Why how now Chick , weeping so fast , this is the fault of most of our Ladies ; Painting , weeping for their sins , I should say , spoils their Faces . Much. Sweet Madam . Sir Cor. Look , look , loving Soul , he weeps for company . Mocko. And I shall laugh out-right by and by . Polic. Oh that good man ! Sir Cor. Why , Bird. Fido. Be patient . Polic. And wou'd he go to Heaven without me ? Mocko. It may be he knew not your mind , Madam . Polic. He knew my mind well enough . Mocko. Why then , it may be , he knew you cou'd not hold out for the Journey ; pray do not set us all a crying . [ Weeps . Sir Cor. Prethee , sweet Birds-n'ye , be content . Polic. Yes , yes , be content ; when you two leave my company , no one comes near me , so that were not for simple modest Muchcraft here . Mocko. As modest as a Gib-Cat at Mid-night . Polic. That sometimes reads to me some vertuous Treatise ; were it not for him , I might go look content : but 't is no matter , no body cares for me . Sir Cor. Good Fido , help to comfort her . [ Weeps . Mocko. Now is the Devil a writing an Encomium upon cunning Cuckoldmakers . Much. You have been harsh to her of late , I fear Sir. Sir Cor. By this hand I turn'd not from her all last-night ; what shou'd a man do ? Fido. Come , this is but a sweet obedient Shower , to bedew the lamented Grave of her old Father . Mocko. He thinks the Devil 's dead too . Sir Cor. Prethee Muchcraft walk a turn in the Garden , to get her a Stomack to her Dinner ; we 'll be with you presently . Polic. Nay , when you please ; but why should I go from you ? Sir Cor. Loving Soul , prethee take her away . Polic. Pray let me kiss you first : come , Muchcraft , no body cares for us . Sir Cor. Well , she 's a precious Creature . [ Much. as they go out , kisses her . Fido. ' Uds death , he kist her at the door : Have I found you Lady ? But mum . Sir Cor. Hark you Mocko , you must go and invite my Lady Meriday to Sup with us ; tell her my Lady is never well but in her company . Mock . What if you invited Sir Isaac Jealous , he 's so melancholly since his Wife and he are parted . Sir Cor. Do as you are bid , let him alone : I 'le have no Cuckold sup in my House to Night . Mock . 'T is a very hot Evening , your Worship will sup in the Garden . Sir Cor. Why , yes marry , I will Sir ; what of that ? Mock . Why , your Worship was ever as good as your word , keep the Cuckolds out of doors , and lay a Cloth for my Lord in the Arbour . [ Exit Sir Cor. I have been about a Project these three months , Fido. Fido. What is 't , Sir ? Sir Cor. To compose a Book of my Wives Vertues ; a Pattern for all that marry . Fido. That will do well , Sir : I have another too for you ; but that we 'll discourse as we go . Conceit and Confidence are Juglers born ; One grafts in Air , t'other hides the real Horn. [ Exit . ACT III. Enter Sir Cornelius like a Fryer , Fido. Sir Cor. AM I fitted Fido , am I fitted ? Fido. To the life , Sir ; and able to cheat suspition : and so like Father Anthony the Confessor , that I protest there 's not more semblance in a pair of Eggs ; an Apple cut in half , is not so like . Sir Cor. Well , you have counsell'd me to this , and I in this habit shall know the Core of her Heart . Fido. By this time she may be comming ; I 'le step aside : You 'le tell what 's done . Sir Cor. What , reveal confession ? But go your ways ; as much as may lawfully be revealed we 'le laugh at next meeting . Fido. Well , much good may you find : I have rais'd the storm , let who can lay the wind . [ Exit . Sir Cor. Yonder she comes , I can hardly forbear blushing ; but I must have a care of discovery . Enter Politia . Polic. Hail Father . Sir Cor. Welcome my chast Daughter . Polic. Death having taken my Father Joseph , to you I fall for absolution . Sir Cor. Empty then my Daughter that Vessel of thy Flesh of all the Dregs . Polic. Since last I confest my first Sin was , That my Taylor , not making my Now Gown to my mind , in an unchristian Passon I bid the Devil take him . Sir Cor. That was something harsh , yet the more pardonable , because , may be , your Taylor lies in Hell night by night : Pray to your second . Polic. Next , in a most savage rage , my Chambermaid putting too much Blew in her Starch , I most unmercifully broke her Head. Sir Cor. That was rashly done indeed Daughter : but are you sure the Maids Head was not broke before ? Polic. No , no : she came to me with ne're a crack about her . Sir Cor. These are trivial and light : Have you greater ? Polic. Yes Sir , one . Sir Cor. One : what should that be , I wonder ! Polic. One yet remains behind of weight and consequence . Sir Cor. She has trod some Chicken to death , I warrant you . Polic. Hear me , and let a blush make you look red ; Unseemly I 've abus'd my Husbands Bed. Sir Cor. You did ill to drink so hard that Night . Polic. Alas , you are mistaken ; I have lai'n with another Man besides my Husband . Sir Cor. How ! Polic. Nay the same way I use to lye with him , but not altogether so often . Sir Cor. Death and the Devil : You 're somewhat broad , but I have a Pennance for your Whoreship . Are you not with Child , Daughter ? Polic. Yes , yes : sure 't was that Nights work . Sir Cor. How know you that ? Polic. Alass , by experience , Sir : The kind Fool my Husband wishes all well ; but like a light piece of Gold , he 's taken for more than he weighs . Sir Cor. With Child that charges too : there should follow a zealous Exhortation , but great Affairs brooks no stay : You are ingeniously sorrow . Polic. Yes indeed , Sir. Sir Cor. And resolve to fall no more so ? Polic. No in truth , Sir. Sir Cor. Then I pronounce you here absolv'd . Now for your Pennance . Polic. Anything . Sir Cor. As the Fact seems strange , so blame me not if your Pennance be as strange , though 't is easie perform'd : 'T is neither East , Prayer , nor Pilgrimage . Polic. Let it be what 't will , I vow the performance . Sir Cor. Soon at Night , when you are with your Husband at Supper , or any other way in Publick , you shall say aloud to him , You are not this Childs Father , but such a Man is ; naming the right Father as you think was Partner in your Sin. Polic. Good Sir. Sir Cor. This is it I expect to have done you know the danger of breaking it ; 't is nothing . Polic. Nothing : Is this your Pennance so wondrous easie in performance ? Sir Cor. 'T is irrevokable . Polic. I am silent : Your new Pennance may meet a new Performance : Farewel , Sir. You are the cruell'st e're confessed me before : [ Exit . Sir Cor. And this is a trick to catch a canting Whore. [ Exit . Enter Bawd , Innocentia , Drugeo . Baw. Come Phillis , be not so melancholly , the Sparks are in view . Enter Sir Isaac disguis'd Sir Isa. Good morrow sweet Madam : Oh look how like the Sun behind a Cloud she beams to give intelligence how 't is there . Baw. You are reciprocally welcome , Sir. Sir Isa. What , have you brought this young wild Haggard to the Lure . Baw. Faith Sir , she 's a little irregular yet , but time may bring the wonder about . Sir Isa. Bless you , sweet Mistris . Enter Fido. Dru. ' Uds foot , here 's another Fleshmonger ; I smell a Storm . Baw. Sir , you are methodically welcome ; you must pardon my variety of phrase , the Courtiers e'ne clog us with good words . Sir Isa. What 's he ? Baw. Why Sir , 't is a German Prince , but a speaks English. Sir Isa. Did not I charge you to keep her for me ? how dare you set her out to fail ? Baw. Indeed Sir. Sir Isa. Indeed Sir ; Pox of your indeeds Sir. [ Kicks her . Baw. Oh my Sciatica ! Sir Isa. You Sir , she says , you 'r a German Prince : I can't help it . [ Kicks Fido ; they draw . Baw. Nay , good my Lord. Dru. Good Sir , 't is one of the Dukes Chamber . Fido. Let him be of the Devils Chamber . Sir Isa. Sirrah , leave the House , or I 'le thunder you out . Dru. Sir , 't is madness to stand him . Fido. Kickt ; pray that we meet no more again Sir ; still keep Heaven about you . [ Exit . Innoc. VVhat e're thou art , a good man still go with thee . Sir Isa. VVill you bestow a Cast of your Profession ? Baw. VVe are vanish'd , Sir. Innoc. Oh! what shall become of me ? in his eye murder and lust contends . Sir Isa. Nay , fly not sweet , I am not angry with you ; do you know me ? Innoc. Yes Sir , report has given you to be the Lord Generous , but I fear Fame's a lyar . Sir Isa. Why so , Madam ? Innoc. Were you that Lord , you will not sure be a slave to your Bloods passion , to haunt such houses as these : I crave your pardon for my language , Truth has a Forehead free , and in the Tower of her Integrity fits an unvanquish'd Virgin. Sir Isa. If you rail upon the place ; prethee , how came you hither ? Innoc. By treacherous intelligence , honest men so Ignorant of the way , through Thieves perils go . This is a Cave of Scorpions and Dragons : Oh turn back ! Toads here ingender , 't is the Steam of Death , The very Air poysons a good mans breath . Sir Isa. Within there . Baw. Sir , did you call ? I hope you found her plyant : Your Coach waits you , Sir. Enter Bawd , Drudgeo . Sir Isa. You are a rotten Hospital hung with greasie Sattin . [ Kicks her . Baw. Ah! ah me ! Dru. Came this nice piece from France , with a Pox to her ? Baw. If she has not warm'd his Stomach , I 'le be stead for 't . [ Exit . Sir Isa. I have more to say , will you meet me at Sir Cornelius Credulous house ? my intents are virtuous , there I 'le discover . Let me borrow goodness from thy lip , farewell : Here 's a new wonder , I have met Heaven in Hell. [ Exit . Inno. I know that voice , I dare not think of ill , and I will meet at Sir Cornelius's house : No , Sir Isaac , Had Law to this new Love made no denial , A Chaste Wifes truth shines through the greatest tryal . [ Exit . Enter Sir Cornelius , Fido. Sir Cor. Let it be carried with a silent Reputation , for the credit of the Conclusion : I do not desire to be laught at , till my designs are ripe , and she has perform'd her Penance . Fido. Is this your Chaste Religious Wife ? you see now 't is possible for a cunning Wife to make an Ass of her Husband . Sir Cor. An Ass ; I will prove a contented Cuckold the wisest man in his company . Fido. How ? Prove you that , Sir. Sir Cor. Because he knows himself . Mocko , Are all things ready to entertain our Guess ? Enter Mocko. Mocko. Yes Sir , and by the way I met the Knight Sir Jealousie , and he and a strange Lady do intend to invite themselves to Supper to you . Sir Cor. A shall be welcome , he will be fit company . Fido. No , I fear he wrongs his Wife with idle suspition ; I dare , and will avow it with my life , Muchcraft keeps before Sir. [ Enter Muchcraft , Policia . VVhy don't you , Mocko , keep all well behind ? Sir Cor. I , and then there will be devout Lechery , between Hawk and Buzzard : Mocko , draw out the Table with the Banquet . [ A Table furnish'd with all sorts of Horns in Dishes . Polic. Now fie upon this variety , 't is profane ; Chastity defend me srom such a Meeting . Fido. Why Madam , what 's the matter ? Polic. There was a Lady invited to such a Treat , and going home in the dark , though as Chaste as Night , yet the poor Fellow , her Husband , lost her in a throng , and the good Soul came home so crush'd in the morning . Enter Sir Isaac . Sir Cor. Sir Isaac , welcom . Sir Isa. Fido , I am throughly sensible of my Ladies Loyalty , and thy true Honourable Friendship ; I beg your pardon for what has past in my folly and rage , and now could wish my Lady was here , that I might reconcile my self to her , and obtain her forgiveness for my wronging the Innocent . Sir Cor. Have a care what you say , Sir Isaac : Pray sit ; come , all sit . Fido. I 'le give you a fair occasion to produce the performance of her Penance . Sir Cor. Go forward , I 'le catch occasion by the Forelock . Fido. Here 's a Health to you , it shall go round . Sir Cor. 'T is a general Health , and leads the rest into the Field . Mocko. Your Worship breaks Jests , as Serving-men do Glasses , by chance . Fido. As I was drinking , I was thinking , trust me , how fortunate our kind Host was to meet with so Chast a Wife : Good Sir Cornelius , admit Heaven had her . Sir Cor. Oh , good Sir , do not wound me ! Admit Heaven had her ! 'Las Sir , what shou'd Heaven do with her ? Fido. Your love makes you passionate ; but admit so , what Wife would you chuse ? Sir Cor. Were I to chuse then , as I would I were ; so this were in Barbados , I would wish Sir , a Wife so like my Lady , that once a Week she should go to Confession , and to perform the Penance she should run ; nay , do naught but dream on 't till it was done . Fido. There 's a delicate Momento , to put her in mind of her Penance . Polic. Now you talk of Dreams , Sweet-heart , I 'le tell you a very unhappy one ; I was a-dream 't last night of Muchcraft . Sir Cor. Of Muchcraft . Polic. Nay , I have done with him . Mocko. Now you shall see the Devil out-done . Sir Isa. Pray on with your Dream , 't will be good diversion . Polic. Bless me , I am e'ne ashamed Chick ; but 't is no matter , a Dream 's a Dream , and thus it was ; methought , Husband , Muchcraft lay with me . Sir Cor. The best friend at home still , Muchcraft ; Could the Devil , Sir , perform a Penance neater , and save his Credit better ? On Wife , a Dream 's a Dream I know . Polic. Methought I prov'd with Child , Sweetheart . Sir Cor. Ay , Bird. Much. A pox of these Dreams . Polic. Methought I was brought to bed ; and one day sitting in the Gallery , who should come there to play at Foyls , but thee and Muchcraft . Sir Cor. Muchcraft and I ; do you mark that ? Fido. Ay ; and wonder at her neat conveyance on 't . Polic. Playing , methought he hit you a blow on the Forehead ; it swell'd so , thou could'st not see : at which the child cried . Fido. Excellent Woman at a shift : but I 'le have a trick for her . [ Exit . Polic. And my thought at last you came thinking to quiet it , and it cried the more ; whereat pointing to you , away naughty Man , you are not this Childs Father . Sir Cor. Meaning the Child Muchcraft got ? Polic. The same : And then I wak'd and kist you . Sir Isa. A pretty Dream , and a merry one . Enter Fido. Fido. Sir , I am told there 's one Father Anthony , a holy man , stays without to speak with you . Sir Cor. With me , or my Lady . Fido. Nay , with you , and a business of importance . Sir Cor. I 'le go send him in , and he shall interpret my Ladies dream . [ Exit . Polic. Husband , Sir Cornelius , stay a little . Mocko. I smell Wormwood and Vinegar . Fido. She changes colour , I must out again . [ Exit . Polic. He will not sure reveal Confession . Sir Isa. We many times make modest mirth a necessity to produce a Ladies dream . Much. Would I were in France ; how they shoot at us ? Enter Innocentia disguis'd . Innoc. I am a bold intruder to this house , and am come in Quest of one my Lord Generous . Sir Isa. He will be here instantly : 't is she , I can hardly forbear discovery ; but I will bridle till Sir Cornelius returns . Enter Fido , Sir Cornelius like a Fryar . Fido. Here 's brave jugling ; this Fryar has confest , that you Lady in your last Confession owned , that Muchcraft had lain with you ; at which your Husband runs mad about the Garden . Polic. Art mad ? deny it , I am undone else . Mocko. Father Tony , what a Devil do you mean to do ? Sir Cor. I confess it , I deny it ; I do any thing , I do every thing , I do nothing . Sir Isa. The Fryars frantick , and so has wrong'd the Lady . Polic. 'T is my misfortune still to suffer Sir. Sir Cor. Did you not see one slip out of a Cloak-bag , in the fashion of a Gammon of Bacon , and run under the Table among the Hogs ? Fido. He 's mad , he 's mad . Mocko. I , I , a Tyth-Pig was overlaid last night , and he spoke non-sense all the day after . Polic. Shall I suffer this in my own house ? Mocko. I 'd scratch out his eyes first . Sir Isa. Faith Madam , the best way is to disrobe this irregular Fryar , and lay him open to all the world : Tear off his holy Weeds . Much. Now my frantick Brother , had you not better spar'd your breath ? Polic. And do you keep counsel no better ? we 'll ease you of your Orders . Mocko. Nay , let me have a hand in 't ; I 'le tear with more zeal than a Puritan would a Surplice . Polic. See what it is to accuse when you 'r mad ; I confess again to you , this man did lye with me . Mocko. And I brought him to her Chamber . Fido. A ha house ! this Sir Cornelius ! Sir Cor. How Dreams do fall out true , Wife ? Polic. Oh , good Sir , I crave you pardon . Sir Cor. What say you , Muchcraft ? Much. You have run best Sir , vain 't is to defend , Craft sets forth swift , but still fails in the end . Sir Cor. You brought him to her Chamber , Sir. Mock . Oh Sir , I was meerly inveagl'd . Much. Lust is still like a midnight Meal , after our violent drinkings : 'T is swallow'd greedily , but the Course being kept , We are sicker when we wake , than e're we slept . Sir Cor. You shall to Flanders to a Monastery , and spend your days reclusive . Polic. Your Doom is just ; no Sentence can be given Too hard for her , plays fast and loose with Heaven . Sir Cor. I will buss thee , and bid fair weather after thec . But for you , Sirrah . Mock . Sir , I brought but flest to flesh , and you do as much when you bring your Meat to your Mouth . Sir Cor. You Sirrah , at a Carts Tail shall be whipe thorow the City : I am a Justice of Peace , and will see it done . Mock . There 's my dream out already ; but since there 's no remedy but the Whipping chear must close up my stomach : I will request a Note from your Hand to the Carman , to intreat him to drive apace , I shall never endure it else . Sir Isa. 'T was a sine Penance ; but Oh the Art of Woman in the performance ! Sir Cor. 'T is nothing , had she bin in her great Grannums place : Had not the Devil first began the Sin , And cheated her , she would have cheated him . Sir Isa. Now if my Innocentia was but here to clear my grief , then all our Joys were compleat . Innoc. Then here she stands spotless and innocent Heaven can testifie , and all good men cann't deny . Fido. I 'le add my Life and Sword to justifie she 's a matchless piece of virtue , and so receive her . Sir Isa. I am easily perswaded to 't , for I have made a tryal on 't my self , and found her all Excellence : Oh pardon me . Innoc. I do ; and pray Heaven may : And now , Receive me just , both in my Life and Vow . Sir Isa. Vice for a time may shine and Virtue sigh ; But truth like Heavens seen , plainly doest reveal , And scourge or crown , what darkness did conceal . [ Exit . FINIS . The PROLOGUE . JUst so a Crack , first vent'ring on the Sin , Does with reluctancy and fear begin . As we Gallants ( when such as you are here ) Produce our homely Cate's plain countrey Chear . But yet we scorn to do like some that write Make use of Art , to raise your Appetite : And make you think they have prepar'd a Feast , When 't is but Husks and Element at best . No ; we acknowledge we have nothing here Worthy your least acceptance can appear . Yet such as our poor Fate hath kept in store , We freely give , and wish we could give more . And as the Persian Monarch when distrest , Swore filthy Puddle-Water was the best Pleasantest Drink he ever tasted : So , Since ripe Town-Wit does not i th' Countrey grow : We humbly hope for once these Green Fruits may , If not suffice , your Appetite allay ; And be accepted of . But if our Fate you otherwise decree , We must submit without reluctancy . And in our Ruin we shall still rejoyce , That such as You , 't was , gave the Casting Voice . The EPILOGUE . WEll , Gentlemen , you 've heard my Dreadful Doom , In a dull Nunnery I must now consume My Blooming Youth ; and watch , and fast , and pray , To take the Guilt of my past sins away . But faith , Gallants , I 'le e'ne appeal to you , 'T is damnably unjust , and cruel too : Because I once oblig'd a Friend , or so ; Must I to Eternal Penance therefore go ? Must I , because I have to some been kind , For ever be secluded from Mankind , And those sweet dear delights we reap in Love , And pine my self away ? — Not I by Jove . Thanks to my Stars , our Sex as yet is free , Kind England grants us Christian Liberty ; And some of you , no doubt , would be so good , To pity and relieve poor Flesh and Blood : Nay , 't is but a just Tribute due to Beauty , For you did first debauch us from our duty ; You subtilly teach us first to go astray , And , would ye , would ye , cast us then away ? No Faith , I 'm sure ye dare not ▪ For if you once begin to sham us so , ' I'would make us Wives , e'ne down-right honest grow ; And then , alas , what would become of you ? You 'd find but little amorous work to do : Then 'faith reverse my Sentence ; if you don 't , When e're you 'd do the Feat , be sure we wont .