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 English-men for my money: or, A pleasant comedy, called, A woman will haue her will. English-men for my money Pleasant comedy called, A woman will have her will. Woman will haue her will. Woman will have her will. English-men for my money: or A woman will haue her will. English-men for my money: or A woman will have her will. Haughton, William, d. 1605. [80] p. By W. White, dwelling in Cow-lane, Imprinted at London : 1616. 1595

Anonymous. By William Haughton.

Partly in verse.

With a title-page woodcut.

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Running title reads: English-men for my money: or A woman will haue her will.

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ENGLISH-MEN For my Money : OR , A pleasant Comedy , called , A Woman will haue her Will .

Imprinted at London by W. White , dwelling in Cow-lane . 1616 .

The Actors names . Pisaro , a Portingale . Pisaros Daughters . Laurentia , Marina , Mathea , Anthony , a Schoolemaister to them . Suters to Pisaros Daughters . Haruie , Ferdinand , or Heigham , Ned , or Walgraue , Suters also to the 3. daughters . Delion , a Frenchman , Aluaro , an Italian , Vandalle , a Dutchman , Frisco a Clowne , Pisaros man . M. Moore . Towerson a Marchant . Balsaro . Browne a Clothier A Post . A Belman .
Enter PISARO . Pisaro . HOw smugge this gray-eyde Morning seemes to bee , A pleasant sight ; but yet more pleasure haue I To thinke vpon this moystning Southwest Winde , That driues my laden Shippes from fertile Spaine : But come what will , no Winde can come amisse , For two and thirty Windes that rules the Seas , And blowes about this ayerie Region ; Thirtie two Shippes haue I to equall them : Whose wealthy fraughts doe make Pisaro rich : Thus euery Soyle to mee is naturall : Indeed by birth , I am a Portingale , Who driuen by Westerne winds on English shore , Heere liking of the soyle , I maried , And haue Three Daughters : But impartiall Death Long since , depriude mee of her dearest life : Since whose discease , in London I haue dwelt : And by the sweete loude trade of Usurie , Letting for Interest , and on Morgages . Doe I waxe rich , though many Gentlemen By my extortion comes to miserie : Amongst the rest , three English Gentlemen , Haue pawnde to mee their Liuings and their Lands : Each seuerall hoping , though their hopes are vaine , By mariage of my Daughters , to possesse Their Patrimonies and their Landes againe : But Gold is sweete , and they deceiue them-selues ; For though I guild my Temples with a smile , It is but Iudas-like , to worke their endes . But soft , What noyse of footing doe I heare ? Enter Laurentia , Marina , Mathea , and Anthony . Laur.

Now Maister , what intend you to read to vs ?

Anth.

Pisaro your Father would haue me read morall Philosophy .

Mari.

What 's that ?

Anth.

First tell mee how you like it ?

Math.

First tell vs what it is .

Pisa.

They be my Daughters and their Schoole-maister , Pisaro , not a word , but list their talke .

Anth. Gentlewomen , to paint Philosophy , Is to present youth with so sowre a dish , As their abhorring stomackes nill digestes . When first my mother Oxford ( Englands pride ) Fostred mee puple-like , with her rich store , My study was to read Philosophy : But since , my head-strong youths vnbridled will , Scorning the leaden fetters of restraint , Hath prunde my feathers to a higher pitch . Gentlewomen , Morall Philosophy is a kind of art , The most contrary to your tender sexes ; It teacheth to be graue : and on that brow , Where Beawtie in her rarest glory shines , Plants the sad semblance of decayed age : Those Weedes that with their riches should adorne , And grace faire Natures curious workmanship , Must be conuerted to a blacke fac'd vayle , Griefes liuerie , and Sorrowes semblance : Your food must be your hearts aboundant sighes , Steep'd in the brinish licquor of your teares : Day-light as darke-night , darke-night spent in prayer : Thoughts your companions , and repentant mindes , The recreation of your tired spirits : Gentlewomen , if you can like this modestie , Then will I read to you Philosophy . Laur.

Not I .

Mari.

Fie vpon it .

Math.

Hang vp Philosophy , I le none of it .

Pisar.

A Tutor said I ; a Tutor for the Diuell .

Anth. No Gentlewomen , Anthony hath learn'd To read a Lector of more pleasing worth . Marina , read these lines , young Haruie sent them , There euery line repugnes Philosophy : Then loue him , for he hates the thing thou hates . Laurentia , this is thine from Ferdinande : Thinke euery golden circle that thou see'st , The rich vnualued circle of his worthe . Mathea , with these Gloues thy Ned salutes thee ; As often as these , hide these from the Sunne , And Wanton steales a kisse from thy faire hand , Presents his seruiceable true harts zeale , Which waites vpon the censure of thy doome : What though their Lands be morgag'd to your Father ; Yet may your Dowries redeeme that debt : Thinke they are Gentlemen , and thinke they loue ; And be that thought , their true loues aduocate . Say you should wed for Wealth ; for to that scope Your Fathers greedy disposition tendes , The world would say , that you were had for Wealth , And so faire Beawties honour quite distinct : A masse of Wealth being powrde vpon another , Little augments the shew , although the summe ; But beeing lightly scattred by it selfe , It doubles what it seem'd , although but one : Euen so your selues , for wedded to the Rich , His stile was as it was , a Rich man still : But wedding these , to wed true Loue , is dutie : You make them rich in Wealth , but more in Beawtie : I need not plead that smile , that smile shewes hearts consent , That kisse shew'd loue , that on that gift was lent : And last thine Eyes , that teares of true ioy sendes , As comfortable tidings for my friends . Mari. Haue done , haue done ; what need'st thou more procure , When long ere this I stoop'd to that faire lure : Thy euer louing Haruie I delight it : Marina euer louing shall requite it young . Teach vs Philosphy ? I le be no Nunne ; Age scornes Delight , I loue it being : There 's not a word of this , not a words part , But shall be stamp'd , seal'd , printed on my heart ; On this I le read , on this my senses ply : All Arts being vaine , but this Philosophy . Laur. Why was I made a Mayde , but for a Man ? And why Laurentia , but for Ferdinand ? The chastest Soule these Angels could intice ? Much more himselfe , an Angell of more price : were 't thy selfe present , as my heart could wish , Such vsage thou shouldst haue , as I giue this . Anth.

Then you would kisse him ?

Laur.

If I did , how then ?

Anth.

Nay I say nothing to it , but Amen .

Pisa.

The Clarke must haue his fees , I le pay you them .

Math. Good God , how abiect is this single life , I le not abide it ; Father , Friends , nor Kin , Shall once disswade me from affecting : A man 's a man ; and Ned is more then one : Y fayth I le haue thee Ned , or I le haue none ; Doe what they can , chafe , chide , or storme their fill , Mathea is resolu'd to haue her will . Pisa. I can no longer hold my patience . Impudent villanie , and laciuious Girles , I haue ore-heard your vild conuersions : You scorne Philosophy : You 'le be no Nunne , You must needes kisse the Pursse , because he sent it . And you forsooth , you flurgill , minion , A brat scant folded in the dozens at most , You le haue your will forsooth ; What will you haue ? Math. But twelue yeare old ? nay Father that 's not so , Our Sexton told mee I was three yeares mo . Pisa. I say but twelue : you 'r best tell mee I lye . What sirra Anthony . Anth.

Heere sir .

Pisa. Come here sir , & you light huswiues get you in : Stare not vpon me , moue me not to ire : Exeunt sisters . Nay sirra stay you here , I le talke with you : Did I retaine thee ( villaine ) in my house , Gaue thee a stipend twenty Markes by yeare , And hast thou thus infected my three Girles , Vrging the loue of those , I most abhord ; Vnthrifts , Beggers ; what is worse , And all because they are your Country-men ? Anth.

Why sir , I taught them not to keepe a Marchants Booke , or cast accompt : yet to a word much like that word Accounte .

Pisa. A Knaue past grace , is past recouerie . Why sirra Frisco , Villaine , Loggerhead , where art thou ? Enter Frisco , the Clowne . Frisc.

Heere 's a calling indeed ; a man were better to liue a Lords life and doe nothing , then a Seruing creature , and neuer be idle . Oh Maister , what a messe of Brewesse standes now vpon the poynt of spoyling by your hastinesse ; why they were able to haue got a good Stomacke with child euen with the sight of them ; and for a Vapour , oh precious Vapour , let but a Wench come neere them with a Painted face , and you should see the Paint drop and curdle on her Cheekes , like a peece of dry Essex Cheese toasted at the fire .

Pisa. Well sirra , leaue this thought , & minde my words , Giue diligence , inquire about For one that is expert in Languages , A good Musitian , and a French-man borne ; And bring him hither to instruct my Daughters , I le nere trust more a smooth-fac'd English-man . Frisc.

What , must I bring one that can speake Languages ? what an old Asse is my Maister ; why he may speake flaunte taunte as well as French , for I cannot vnderstand him .

Pisa. If he speake French , thus he will say , Awee awee : What , canst thou remember it ? Frisc.

Oh , I haue it now , for I remember my great Grandfathers Grandmothers sisters coosen told mee , that Pigges and French-men , speake one Language , awee awee ; I am Dogg at this : But what must he speake else ?

Pisa.

Dutch .

Frisc.

Let 's heare it ?

Pisa.

Haunce butterkin slowpin .

Fris.

Oh this is nothing , for I can speake perfect Dutch when I list .

Pisa.

Can you , I pray let 's heare some ?

Frisc.

Nay I must haue my mouth full of Meate first , and then you shall heare me grumble it foorth full mouth , as Haunce Butterkin slowpin frokin : No , I am a simple Dutchman : Well , I le about it .

Pisa.

Stay sirra , you are too hastie ; for hee must speake one Language more .

Frisc.

More Languages ? I trust he shall haue Tongues enough for one mouth : But what is the third ?

Pisa.

Italian .

Fris.

Why that is the easiest of all , for I can tell whether he haue any Italian in him euen by looking on him .

Pisa.

Can you so , as how ?

Frisc.

Marry by these three poynts ; a Wanton Eye . Pride in his Apparell , and the Diuell in his Countenance . Well , God keepe me from the Diuel in seeking this French-man : But doe you heare mee Maister , what shall my fellow Anthony doe , it seemes he shall serue for nothing but to put Lattin into my young Mistresses .

Exit Frisco . Pisa. Hence asse , hence loggerhead , begon I say . And now to you that reades Philosophy , Packe from my house , I doe discharge thy seruice , And come not neere my dores ; for if thou dost , I le make thee a publike example to the world . Antho. Well crafty Fox , you that worke by wit , It may be , I may liue to fit you yet . Exit Antho. Pisa. Ah sirra , this tricke was spide in time , For if but two such Lectures more they 'd heard , For euer had their honest names been marde : I le in and rate them : yet that 's not best , The Girles are wilfull , and seueritie May make them carelesse , mad , or desperate . What shall I doe ? Oh! I haue found it now , There are three wealthy Marchants in the Towne , All Strangers , and my very speciall friendes , The one of them is an Italian : A French-man , and a Dutch-man , be the other : These three intyrely doe affect my Daughters , And therefore meane I , they shall haue the tongues , That they may answere in their seuerall Language : But what helpes that ? they must not stay so long , For whiles they are a learning Languages , My English Youths , both wed , and bed them too : Which to preuent , I le seeke the Strangers out , Let 's looke : t is past aleauen , Exchange time full , There shall I meete them , and conferre with them , This worke craues hast , my Daughters must be Wedde , For one Months stay , sayth farrewell Mayden head . Exit . Enter Haruie , Heigham , and Walgraue . Heigh. Come Gentlemen , w' are almost at the house , I promise you this walke ore Tower-hill , Of all the places London can afforde , Hath sweetest Ayre , and fitting our desires . Haru. Good reason , so it leades to Croched-Fryers Where old Pisaro , and his Daughters dwell , Looke to your feete , the broad way leades to Hell : They say Hell standes below , downe in the deepe , I le downe that Hill , where such good Wenches keepe , But sirra Ned , what sayes Mathea to thee ? Wil t fadge ? wil t fadge ? What , will it be a match ? Walg. A match say you ? a mischiefe t will as soone : Should I can scarce begin to speake to her , But I am interrupted by her father . Ha , what say you ? and then put ore his snoute , Able to shaddow Powles , it is so great . Well , t is no matter , sirrs , this is his House , Knocke for the Churle bid him bring out his Daughter ; I le , sbloud I will , though I be hanged for it , Heigh. Hoyda , hoyda , nothing with you but vp & ride , You le be within , ere you can reach the Dore , And haue the Wench , before you compasse her : You are too hastie , Pisaro is a man , Not to be fedde with Words , but wonne with Gold . But who comes heere ? Enter Anthony . Walg. Whom , Anthony our friend ? Say man , how fares our Loues ? How doth Mathea ? Can she loue Ned ? how doth she like my sute ? Will old Pisaro take me for his Sonne ; For I thanke God , he kindly takes our Landes , Swearing , Good Gentlemen you shall not want , Whilst old Pisaro , and his credite holds : He will be damn'd the Roage , before he do 't ? Haru. Prethy talke milder : let but thee alone , And thou in one bare hower will aske him more , Then hee le remember in a hundred yeares : Come from him Anthony , and say what newes ? Antho. The newes for me is badd ; and this it is : Pisaro hath discharg'd me of his seruice . Heigh.

Discharg'd thee of his seruice ; for what cause ?

Anth.

Nothing , but that his Daughters learne Philosophy .

Haru.

Maydes should reade , that it teacheth modestie .

Antho. I , but I left out mediocritie , And with effectuall reasons , vrgd your loues . Walg. The fault was small , we three will to thy Maister And begge thy pardon . Antho. Oh , that cannot be , Hee hates you farre worser , then he hates me ; For all the loue he shewes , is for your Lands , Which he hopes sure will fall into his hands : Yet Gentlemen , this comfort take of me , His Daughters to your loues affected be : Their father is abroad , they three at home , Goe chearely in , and cease that is your owne : And for my selfe , but grace what I intend , I le ouerreach the Churle , and helpe my Frend . Heigh.

Build on our helpes , and but deuise the meanes .

Antho. Pisaro did commaund Frisco his man , ( A simple sotte , kept onely but for myrth ) To inquire about in London for a man , That were a French-man and Musitian , To be ( as I suppose ) his Daughters Tutor : Him if you meete , as like enough you shall , He will inquire of you of his affayres ; Then make him answere , you three came from Paules , And in the middle walke , one you espide , Fit for his purpose ; then discribe this Cloake , This Beard and Hatte : for in this borrowed shape , Must I beguile and ouer-reach the Foole : The Maydes must be acquainted with this drift . The Doore doth ope , I dare not stay reply , Least beeing discride : Gentlemen adue , And helpe him now , that oft hath helped you . Exit . Enter Frisco the Clowne . Wal.

How now sirra , whither are you going ?

Fris.

Whither am I going , how shall I tell you , when I doe not know my selfe , nor vnderstand my selfe ?

Heigh.

What dost thou meane by that ?

Frisc.

Marry sir , I am seeking a Needle in a Bottle of Hay , a Monster in the liknesse of a Man : one that in stead of good morrow , asketh what Porrage you haue to Dinner , Parley vous signiour ? one that neuer washes his fingers , but lickes them cleane with kisses ; a clipper of the Kings English : and to conclude , an eternall enemie to all good Language .

Haru.

What 's this ? what 's this ?

Fris.

Doe not you smell me ? Well , I perceiue that witte doth not always dwel in a Satten-dublet : why , t is a Frenchman , Bassimon cue , how doe you ?

Haru.

I thanke you sir , but tell me what wouldest thou doe with a French-man :

Fris.

Nay fayth , I would doe nothing with him , vnlesse I set him to teach Parrets to speake : marry the old Asse my Maister , would haue him to teach his Daughters , though I trust the whole world sees , that there be such in his house that can serue his Daughters turne , as well as the proudest French-man : but if you be good laddes , tell me where I may finde such a man ?

Heigh. We will , goe hye thee straight to Paules , There shalt thou find one fitting thy desire ; Thou soone mayst know him , for his Beard is blacke , Such is his rayment , if thou runn'st appace , Thou canst not misse him Frisco . Fris.

Lord , Lord , how shall poore Phrisco rewarde your rich tydings Gentlemen : I am yours till Shrouetewesday , for then change I my Coppy , & looke like nothing but Red-Herring Cobbes , and Stock-Fish ; yet I le doe somewhat for you in the meane time : my Maister is abroad , and my young Mistresses at home : if you can doe any good on them before the French-man corne , why so ? Ah Gentlemen , doe not suffer a litter of Languages to spring vp amongst vs : I must to the Walke in Paules , you to the Vestrie . Gentlemen , as to my selfe , and so foorth .

Exit Frisco , Haru. Fooles tell the truth men say , and so may he : Wenches we come now , Loue our conduct be . Ned , knocke at the doore : but soft forbeare ; Enter Lawrentia , Marina , and Mathea . The Cloude breakes vp , and our three Sunnes appeare . To this I fly , shine bright my liues sole stay , And make griefes night a gloryous summers day . Mari. Gentlemen , how welcome you are here , Guesse by our lookes , for other meanes by feare Preuented is : our fathers quicke returne Forbidds the welcome , else we would haue done . Walg. Mathea , How these faythfull thoughts obey , Mat. No more sweet loue , I know what thou would'st say : You say you loue me , so I wish you still , Loue hath loues hier , being ballancst with good will : But say ; come you to vs , or come you rather To pawne more Lands for mony to our father ? I know t is so , a Gods name spend at large : What man ? our mariage day will all discharge ; Our father ( by his leaue ) must pardon vs , Age saue of age , of nothing can discusse : But in our loues , the prouerbe wee le fulfill : Women and Maydes , must alwayes haue their will . Heigh. Say thou as much , and adde life to this Coarse , Law . Your selfe & your good news doth more enforce : How these haue set forth loue by all their witte , I sweare in heart , I more then double it . Sisters be glad , for he hath made it playne , The meanes to get our Schoole-maister againe : But Gentlemen , for this time cease our loues , This open streete perhaps suspition moues , Fayne we would stay , bid you walke in more rather , But that we feare the comming of our father : Goe to th' Exchange , craue Gold as you intend , Pisaro scrapes for vs ; for vs you spend : We say farewell , more sadlier be bold , Then would my greedy father to his Gold : Wee here , you there , aske Gold ; and Gold you shall : Wee le pay the intrest , and the principall . Exeunt Sisters Walg.

That 's my good Girles , and I le pay you for all .

Haru. Come to th' Exchange , and when I feele decay , Send me such Wenches , Heauens I still shall pray . Exeunt . Enter Pisaro , Delion the Frenchman , Vandalle the Dutchman , Aluaro the Italian , and other Marchants , at seuerall doores . Pisa.

Good morrow , M. Strangers .

Strang.

Good morrow sir .

Pisaro . This ( louing friends ) hath thus emboldned me , For knowing the affection and the loue Maister Vandalle , that you beare my Daughter : Likwise , and that with ioy considering too , you Mounsier Delion , would faine dispatch : I promise you , mee thinkes the time did fit , And does bir-Lady too , in mine aduice , This day to clap a full conclusion vp : And therefore made I bold to call on you , Meaning ( our businesse done here at the Burse ) That you at mine intreaty should walke home , And take in worth such Viands as I haue : And then we would , and so I hope we shall , Loosely tye vp the knot that you desire , But for a day or two ; and then Church rites Shall sure conforme , confirme , and make all fast . Vand.

Seker Mester Pisaro , mee do so groterly dancke you , dat you macke mee so sure of de Wench , datt ic can neit dancke you genough .

Delio.

Monsieur Pisaro , mon pere , mon Vadere , Oh de grande ioye you giue me ( oconte ) mee sal go home to your House , sal eat your Bakon , sal eat your Beefe , and shal tacke de Wench , de fine Damoysella .

Pisa. You shall , and welcome ; welcome as my soule : But were my third Sonne sweete Aluaro heere , Wee would not stay at the Exchange to day , But hye vs home and there end our affayres . Enter Moore , and Towerson . Moore .

Good day maister Pisaro .

Pisa.

Maister Moore , marry with all my heart good morrow sir ; What newes ? What newes ?

Moore .

This Marchant heere my friend , would speake with you .

Tower . Sir , this iolly South-west wind with gentle blast , Hath driuen home our long expected Shippes , All laden with the wealth of ample Spaine , And but a day is past since they ariude Safely at Plimmouth , where they yet abide . Pisa. Thankes is too small a guerdon for such newes . How like you this Newes friends ? Maister Vandalle , Heer 's somewhat towards for my Daughters Dowrie : Heer 's somewhat more then we did yet expect . Tower . But heare you sir , my businesse is not done ; From these same Shippes I did receiue these lines , And there inclosde this same Bill of exchange , To pay at sight ; if so you please accept it . Pisa. Accept it , why ? What sir should I accept , Haue you receiued Letters , and not I ? Where is this lazie villaine , this slow Poast : What , brings he euery man his Letters home , And makes mee no bodie ; does hee , does hee ? I would not haue you bring me counterfeit ; And if you doe , assure you I shall smell it : I know my Factors writing well enough . Tower . You doe sir ; then see your Factors writing : I scorne as much as you , to counterfeite , Pisa. T is well you doe sir . Enter Haruie , Walgraue , and Heighun . What Maister Walgraue , and my other frindes : You are growne strangers to Pisaros house , I pray make bold with me . Walsg. I , with your Daughters You may be sworne , wee le be as bold as may be . Pisa.

Would you haue ought with me , I pray now speak .

Heigh. Sir , I thinke you vnderstand our sute , By the repayring we haue had to you : Gentlemen you know , must want no Coyne , Nor are they slaues vnto it , when they haue : You may perceiue our minds ; What say you to 't ? Pisa. Gentlemen all , I loue you all : Which more to manifest , this after noone Betweene the howers of two and three repaire to mee ; And were it halfe the substance that I haue , Whilst it is mine , t is yours to commaunde . But Gentlemen , as I haue regard to you , So doe I wish you 'll haue respect to mee : You know that all of vs are mortall men , Subiect to change and mutabilitie ; You may , or I may , soone pitch ore the Pearch , Or so , or so , haue contrary crosses : Wherefore I deeme but meere equitie , That some thing may betwixt vs be to shew . Heigh. M. Pisaro , within this two months without faile , We will repay . Enter Browne . Browne .

God saue you Gentlemen .

Gentlemen .

Good morrow sin .

Pisa. What M. Browne , the onely man I wisht for , Does your price fall ? what shall I haue these Cloathes ? For I would ship them straight away for Stoade : I doe wish you my Mony fore another . Brow .

Fayth you know my price sir , if you haue them .

Pisa. You are to deare in sadnesse , maister Heigham : You were about to say somewhat , pray proceede . Heigh. Then this it was : those Landes that are not morgag'd Enter Post . Post .

God blesse your worship .

Pisaro .

I must craue pardon ; Oh sirra , are you come ?

Walg. Hoyda , hoyda ; What s the matter now ; Sure , yonder fellow will be torne in peeces . Haru. What s hee , sweete youths ; that so they flocke about : What old Pisaro tainted with this madnesse ? Heigh. Vpon my life , t is some body bringes newes ; The Courte breakes vp , and wee shall know their Counsell : Looke , looke , how busely they fall to reading . Pisa. I am the last , you should haue kept it still : Well , we shall see what newes you bring with you ;

Our duty premised , and we haue sent vnto your worship Sacke , siuill Oyles , Pepper , Barbery sugar , and such other commodities as we thought most requisite , we wanted mony therefore we are fayne to take vp 200. l. of Maister Towersons man , which by a bill of Exchange sent to him , we would request your worship pay accordingly . You shall commaund sir , you shall commaunde sir , The newes here is , that the English shipes , the Fortune , your shipe , the aduenture and good lucke of London coasting along by Italy Towards Turky , were set vpon by to Spanish-galleis , what became of them we know not , but doubt much by reason of the weathers calmnesse .

Pisa How is t six to one the weather calme , Now afore God who would not doubt their safety , A plague vpon these Spanish-galli Pirattes , Roaring Caribdis , or deuowring Scilla , Were halfe such terrour to the anticke world , As these same anticke Villaines now of late , Haue made the Straights twixt Spaine and Barbary . Tower

Now sir , what doth your Factors letters say ?

Pisa. Marrie he saith , these witlesse lucklesse doults , Haue met , and are beset with Spanish Gallies , As they did saile along by Italy : What a bots made the dolts neere Italy , Could they not keepe the coast of Barbary , Or hauing past it , gone for Tripoly , Beeing on the other side of Sicily , As neere , as where they were vnto the Straights : For by the Gloabe , both Tripoly and it , Lie from the Straights some twentie fiue degrees ; And each degree makes three-score english miles ? Tower .

Very true sir : But it makes nothing to my Bill of exchange : this dealing fits not one of your account .

Pisa. And what fits yours ? a prating wrangling toung , A womans ceaselesse and incessant babling , That sees the world turnd topsey turuie with me ; Yet hath not so much witte to stay a while , Till I bemone my late excessiue losse . Walg. S'wounds t is dinner time , I le stay no longer : Harke you a word sir . Pisa. I tell you sir , it would haue made you whine Worse then if shooles of lucklesse croking Rauens , Had ceasd on you to feed their famisht paunches : Had you heard newes of such a rauenous rout , Ready to cease on halfe the wealth you haue . Wal. Sbloud you might haue kept at home & be hangd , What a pox care I . Enter a Post . Post .

God saue your worship , a little mony and so forth .

Pisa. But men are sencelesse now of others woe , This stony age is growne so stony harted , That none respects their neighbours miseries , I wish ( as Poets doe ) that Saturnes times The long out worne world weare in vse againe , That men might sayle without impediment . Post .

I marry sir that were a merry world indeede , I would hope to gette more mony of your worship in one quarter of a yeare , then I can doe now in a whole twelue-moneth .

Enter Balsaro . Balsa. Maister Pisaro how I haue runne about , How I haue toyld to day to finde you out , At home , abroade , at this mans house , at that , Why I was here an hower agoe and more , Where I was tould you were , but could not finde you . Pisa. Fayth sir I was here but was driuen home , Here s such a common hant of Crack-rope boyes , That what for feare to haue m' apparell spoyld , Or my Ruffes durted , or Eyes strucke out : I dare not walke where people doe expect mee : Well , things ( I thinke ) might be better lookt vnto , And such Coyne to , which is bestowde on Knaues , Which should , but doe not see things be reformd , Might be imployde to many better vses : But what of beardlesse Boyes , or such like trash ; The Spanish Gallies : Oh , a vengeance on them . Post .

Masse , this man hath the lucke on 't , I thinke I can scarce euer come to him for money , but this a vengeance on , and that a vengeance on 't , doth so trouble him , that I can get no Coyne : Well , a vengeance on 't for my part ; for he shall fetch the next Letters him selfe .

Browne .

I prethee , when thinkst thou the Ships will be come about from Plimmouth ?

Post .

Next weeke , sir .

Heigh.

Came you sir from Spaine lately ?

Post .

I sir ; Why aske you that ?

Ha.

Marry sir , thou seemes to haue bin in the hot countries , thy face looks so like a peece of rusty Bacon : had thy Host at Plimmoth meat enough in the house , when thou wert there ?

Post .

What though he had not sir ? but he had , how then ?

Haru.

Marry thanke God for it ; for otherwise , he would doubtles haue Cut thee out in Rashers to haue eaten thee ; thou look'st as thou weart through broyld already .

Post .

You haue sayd sir ; but I am no meare for his moing , nor yours neither : If I had you in place where , you should find me tough enough in disgestion , I warrant you .

Walgr,

What will you swagger sirra , will yee swagger ?

Brow .

I beseech you Sir , hold your hand ; Gette home yee patch , cannot you suffer Gentlemen Iest with you ?

Post .

I de teach him a Gentle tricke and I had him of the burse ; but I le watch him a good turne I warrant him .

Moor. Assure yee maister Towerson , I cannot blame him , I warrant you it is no easie losse ; How thinke you maister Stranger ? by my fayth sir , Ther 's twentie Marchants will be sorry for it , That shall be partners with him in his losse . Stra.

Why sir , what s the matter .

Moor. The Spanish-gallies haue besette our shippes , That lately were bound out for Siria . March .

What not ? I promise you I am sorry for it .

Walg. What an old Asse is this to keepe vs here : Maister Pisaro , pray dispatch vs hence . Pisa. Maister Vandalle I confesse I wronge you ; But I le but talke a word or two with him , and straight turne to you . Ah sir , and how then y faith ? Heigh. Turne to vs , turne to the Gallowes if you will , Haru. T is Midsomer-Moone with him : let him alone , He call's Ned Walgraue , Maister Vandalle . Walg.

Let it be shrouetide , I le not stay an ynche maister Pisaro .

Pisa. What should you feare : ende as I haue vow'd before , So now againe ; my Daughters shal be yours : And therefore I beseech you and your friendes , Deferre your businesse till Dinner time ; And what you l say , keepe it for table talke . Haru. Marrie and shall ; a right good motion : Sirrs , old Pisaro is growne kind of late , And in pure loue , hath bid vs home to dinner . Heigh.

Good newes in truth : But wherfore art thou sad ?

Walg. For feare the slaue ere it be dinner time , Remembring what he did , recall his word : For by his idle speaches , you may sweare , His heart was not confederat with his tongue . Haru. Tut neuer doubt , keepe stomacks till anone , And then we shall haue cates to feede vpon . Pisa. Well sir , since things doe fall so crossly out , I must dispose my selfe to patience : But for your businesse , doe you assure your selfe , At my repayring home from the Exchange , I le set a helping hand vnto the same . Enter Aluaro the Jtalian . Alua.

Bon iurno signeour Padre , why be de malancollie so much , and graue in you a : wat Newes make you looke so naught ?

Pisa. Naught is too good an epithite by much , For to distinguish such contrariousnesse : Hath not swift Fame told you our slow sailde Shippes Haue been ore-taken by the swift saile Gallies , And all my cared-for goods within the lurch Of that same Catterpiller brood of Spaine . Alua.

Signor si , how de Spaniola haue almost tacke de Ship dat go for Turkie : my Pader , harke you me on word , I haue receiue vnlettre lettre from my Factor de Vennise , dat after vn piculo battalion , for vn halfe howre de come a Winde fra de North , & de Sea go tumble here , & tumble dare , dat make de Gallies run away for feare be almost drownde .

Pisa.

How sir ; did the Winde rise at North , and Seas waxe rough : and were the Gallies therefore glad to fly ?

Alu.

Signior si , & de Ship go drite on de Iscola de Candy .

Pisa. Wert thou not my Aluaro my beloued , One whom I know does dearely count of mee , Much should I doubt me that some scoffing lacke , Had sent thee in the middest of all my griefes , To tell a feigned tale of happy lucke . Alua.

Wil you no beleuue me ? see dare dan , see de lettre .

Pisa. What is this world ? or what this state of man , How in a moment curst , in a trice blest ? But euen now my happie state gan fade , And now againe , my state is happie made , My Goods all safe , my Ships all scapt away , And none to bring me newes of such good lucke , But whom the Heauens haue markt to be my Sonne : Were I a Lord as great as Alexander , None should more willingly be made mine Heyre Then thee thou golden tongue , thou good-newes teller Ioy stops my mouth . The Exchange Bell rings . Balsa. M. Pisaro , the day is late , the Bell doth ring : Wil t please you hasten to performe this businesse ? Pisa. What businesse sir ? Gods mee , I cry you mercie : Doe it , yes sir , you shall commaund me more . Tower . But sir , What doe you meane , doe you intend To pay this Bill , or else to palter with mee ? Pisa. Marry God sheild , that I should palter with you : I doe accept it , and come when you please ; You shall haue money , you shall haue your money due . Post .

I beseech your worship to consider mee .

Pisa. Oh , you cannot cogge : Goe to , take that , Pray for my life : pray that I haue good lucke , And thou shalt see , I will not be thy worst maister . Post .

Marry God blesse your Worship ; I came in happy time : What , a French crowne ? sure hee knowes not what he does : Well , I le begon , least he remember himselfe , and take it from me againe .

Exit Post . Pisa Come on my lads , M. Vandalle , sweet sonne Aluaro : Come don Balsaro , le ts be iogging home Bi r laken sirs , I thinke t is one a clocke . Extt Pisaro , Balsaro , Aluaro , Delion , and Vandalle . Brow . Come M. Moore , th' Exchange is waxen thin , I thinke it best we get vs home to dinner . Moor. I know that I am lookt for long ere this : Come maister Towerson , let 's walke along . Exit Moore , Browne , Towerson , Strangers , & Marchant . Heigh. And if you be so hot vpon your dinner , Your best way is , to haste Pisaro on , For he is cold enough , and slow enough ; He hath so late digested such cold newes . Walg.

Mary and shall : Heare you maister Pisaro .

Haru. Many Pisaros heere : Why how now Ned ; Where is your Matt your welcome , and good cheare ? Walg.

Swounds , le ts follow him ; why stay we heere ?

Heigh. Nay prethee Ned Walg . le ts bethinke our selues , There 's no such haste , we may come time enough : At first Pisaro bade vs come to him Twixt two or three a clocke at after noone ? Then was he old Pisaro : but since then , What with his griefe for losse , and ioy for finding , Hee quite forgat himselfe , when he did bid vs , And afterward forgat , that he had bade vs . Walg. I care not , I remember 't well enough : Hee bade vs home ; and I will goe , that 's flat , To teach him better witte another time . Haru. Heer 'le be a gallant iest , when we come there , To see how maz'd the greedie chuffe will looke Vpon the nations , sects , and factions , That now haue borne him company to dinner : But harke you , le ts not goe to vexe the man ; Prethee sweet Ned le ts tarry , doe not goe . Walg. Not goe ? indeed you may doe what you please ; I le goe , that 's flat : nay , I am gon alreadie , Stay you two , and consider further of it . Heigh. Nay all will goe , if one : I prethee stay ; Thou 'rt such a rash and giddie headed youth , Each Stone 's a Thorne : Hoyda , he skips for haste ; Young Haruie did but iest ; I know hee le goe . Walg. Nay , he may chuse for mee : But if he will , Why does he not ? why stands he prating still ? If you le goe , come : if not , fare-well ? Haru. Hier a Poast-horse for him ( gentle Francke ) Heer 's haste , and more haste then a hastie Pudding : You mad-man , mad-cap , wild-oates ; we are for you , It bootes not stay , when you intend to goe . Walg.

Come away then .

Exeunt . Enter Pisaro , Aluaro , Delion , and Vandalle . Pisa. A thousand welcomes friendes : Monsier Delion , Ten thousand Ben-venues vnto your selfe . Signior Aluaro , Maister Vandalle ; Proude am I , that my roofe containes such Friends . Why Mall , Larentia , Matth ; Where be these Girles ? Enter the three Sisters . Liuely my Girles , and bid these Strangers welcome ; They are my friends , your friends , and our wel-willers : You cannot tell what good you may haue on them . Gods mee , Why stirre you not ? Harke in your eare , These be the men the choyse of many millions , That I your carefull Father haue prouided To be your Husbands : therefore bid them welcome . Math. Nay by my troth , t is not the guyse of maydes , To giue a slauering Salute to men : aside , If these sweete youths haue not the witte to doe it , Wee haue the honestie to let them stand . Vanda.

Gods sekerlin , dats vn-fra meskin , Monsieur Delion dare de Grote freisler , dare wode ic zene , t is vn-fra Daughter , dare heb ic so long loude , dare Heb my desire so long gewest .

Alua.

Ah Venice , Roma , Italia , Frauncia , Anglitera , nor all dis orbe can shew so much belliza , veremante de secunda , Madonade granda bewtie .

Delio

Certes me dincke de mine depeteta de little Angloise , de me Matresse Pisaro is vn nette , vn becues , vn fra , et vn tendra Damosella .

Pisa. What Stocks , what stones , what senceles Truncks be these ? When as I bid you speake , you hold your tongue : When I bid peace , then can you prate , and chat , And gossip : But goe too , speake and bid welcome ; Or ( as I liue ) you were as good you did . Mari. I cannot tell what Language I should speake : Yf I speake English ( as I can none other ) They cannot vnderstand mee , nor my welcome . Alua.

Bella Madona , dare is no language so dulce ; dulce , dat is sweete , as de language , dat you shall speake , and de vell come dat you sal say , sal be well know perfaytemente .

Mari.

Pray sir , What is all this in English ?

Alua.

De vsa sal vell teash you vat dat is ; and if you sal please , I will teash you to parler Italiano .

Pisa. And that mee thinkes sir , not without need : And with Italian , to a Childes obedience , With such desire to seeke to please their Parents , As others farre more vertuous then them selues , Doe dayly striue to doe : But t is no matter , I le shortly pull your haughtie stomacks downe : I le teach you vrge your Father ; make you runne , When I bid runne : and speake , when I bid speake : What greater crosse can carefull parents haue knock within Then carelesse Children . Stirre and see who knocks ? Enter Haruie , Walgraue , and Heigham . Walgr.

Good morrow to my good Mistris Mathea .

Mathe.

As good a morrow , to the morrow giuer .

Pisa.

A murren , what make these ? What do they heere ?

Heigh. You see maister Pisaro , we are bold guestes , You could haue bid no surer men then wee . Pisa. Harke you Gentlemen ; I did expect you At after noone , not before two a clocke . Haru,

Why sir , if you please , you shall haue vs heere at two a clocke , at three a clocke , at foure a clock ; nay till to morrow this time : yet I assure you , sir , wee came not to your house without inuiting .

Pisa. Why Gentlemen , I pray who bade you now ? Who euer did it , sure hath done you wrong : For scarcely could you come to worser cheare . Heigh. It was your owne selfe bade vs to your cheare , When you were busie with Balsaro talking ; You bade vs cease our suites till dinner time , And then to vse it for our table talke : And wee I warrant you , are as sure as Steele . Pisa. A murren on your selues , and surenes too : How am I crost : Gods mee , what shall I doe , This was that ill newes of the Spanish Pirats , That so disturb'd mee : well , I must dissemble , And bid them welcome ; but for my Daughters I le send them hence , they shall not stand and prate . Well my Maisters , Gentlemen , and Friends , Though vnexpected , yet most heartily welcome ; ( Welcome with a vengeance ) but for your cheare , That will be small : yet too too much for you . Mall , in and get things readie . Laurentia , bid Maudlin lay the Cloth , take vp the Meate : Looke how she stirres ; you sullen Elfe , you Callet , Is this the haste you make ? Exeunt Marina & Laurentia . Alua.

Signor Pisaro , ne soiat so malcontento de Gentlewoman your filigola did parler but a litella to , de gentle homa y our graunde amico .

Pisa. But that graunde amico , is your graunde inimico : One , if they be suffred to parlar , Will poll you , I and pill you of your Wife : They loue togeather : and the other two , Loues her two Sisters : but t is onely you Shall crop the flower , that they esteeme so much . Alua.

Do dey so ; vell let me lone , sal see me giue dem de such graund mocke , sal be shame of dem seluves .

Pisa. Doe sir , I pray you doe ; set lustily vpon them , And I le be ready still to second you . Walg.

But Matt , art thou so mad as to turne French ?

Math. Yes marry when two Sundayes come together ; Thinke you I le learne to speake this gibberidge , Or the Pigges language ? Why , if I fall sicke , They le say , the French ( et-cetera ) infected mee . Pisa. Why how now Minion ; what , is this your seruice ? Your other Sisters busie are imployde , And you stande idle : get you in , or . Exit Mathea . Walg. Yf you chide her , chide me ( M. Pisaro : For but for mee , she had gon in long since . Pisa. I thinke she had : for we are sprights to scare her ; But er 't be long , I le driue that humor from her . Alua.

Signor , me thincks you soud no macke de wen she so hardee , so disobedient to de padre as ditt madona Matt.

Walg.

Signor , me thinkes you should learne to speake , before you should be so foole-hardy , as to woe such a Mayden as that Madona Matt ?

Delio.

Warrent you Monsieur , he sal parle wen you sal stande out the doure .

Haru.

Harke you Monsieur , you would wish your selfe halfe hang'd , you were as sure to be let in as hee .

Van. Macke no doubt de signor Alua . sal do vel enough Heigh.

perhaps so : but me thinks your best way were to ship your selfe for Stoad , and there to batter your selfe for a commodity ; for I can tell you , you are here out of liking .

Pisa.

The worst perhappes dislike him , but the best esteeme him best .

Haru.

But by your patience sir , mee thinks none should know better who 's Lord , then the Lady .

Alua.

Den de Lady , vat Lady ?

Haru.

Marry sir , the Lady let her alone : one that meanes to let you alone for feare of trouble .

Pisa.

Euery man as he may : yet sometimes the blinde may katch a Hare .

Heigh. I sir , but he will first eate many a Fly : You know it must be a wonder , if a Crab catch a Fowle . Vand.

Maer hortens ; if he & ic & monsier Delion be de Crab , we sal kash de Fowle wel genough , I warrent you .

Walg. I , and the Foole well enough I warrant you ; And much good may it doe yee . Alua.

Mee dincke such a piculo man as you be , sal haue no de such grande lucke madere .

Delio.

Non da Monsieur , and he be so granda amorous op de Damosella , he sal haue Mawdlyn de witt Wenshe in de Kichine by maiter Pisaros leaue .

Walg.

By M. Pisaros leaue , Monsieur I le mumble you , except you learne to know , whom you speake to : I tell thee Francois , I le haue ( maugre thy teeth ) her that shall make thee gnash thy teeth to want .

Pisa.

Yet a man may want of his will , and bate an Ace of his wish : But Gentlemen , euery man as his lucke serues , and so agree wee ; I would not haue you fall out in my house : Come , come , all this was in iest , now le ts too 't in earnest ; I meane with our teeth , and try who 's the best Trencher-man .

Exeunt . Enter Frisco . Frisc.

Ah sirra , now I know , what manner of thing Powles is ; I did so marle afore what it was out of all count : For my maister would say , Would I had Powles full of Gold . My young Mistresses , and Grimkin our Taylor , would wish they had Powles full of Needles : I , one askt my maister halfe a yard of Freeze to make me a Coate and hee cride whoope holly-day , it was big enough to make Powles a Night-gowne . I haue been told , that Duke Humfrie dwelles here , and that he keeps open house , and that a braue sort of Cammileres dine with him euery day ; now if I could see any vision in the world towards dinner , I would set in a foote : But the best is , a the auncient English romaine Orator saith , So-lame-men , Misers , Howsewiues , and so foorth : the best is , that I haue great store of companie that doe nothing but goe vp and downe , and goe vp and downe , and make a grumbling togeather , that the meate is so long making readie : Well , if I could meete this scuruie Frenchman , they should stay mee , for I would be gone home .

Enter Anthony . Antho.

I beseech you Monsieur , giue mee audience .

Frisc.

What would you haue ? What should I giue you ?

Antho.

Pardon , sir mine vnciuill and presumptuous intrusion , who indeauour nothing lesse , then to prouoke or exasperat you against mee .

Frisc.

They say , a word to the Wise is enough : so by this litle French that he speakes , I see hee is the very man I seeke for : Sir , I pray what is your name ?

Antho.

I am nominated Monsieur Le Mouche , and rest at your bon seruice .

Frisc.

I vnderstand him partly ; yea , and partly nay : Can you speake French ? Content pore vous monsieur Madomo .

Antho.

If I could not sir , I should ill vnderstand you : you speake the best French that euer trode vpon Shoe of Leather .

Frisc.

Nay , I can speake more Languages then that : This is Italian , is it not ? Nella slurde Curtezana .

Antho.

Yes sir , and you speake it like a very Naturall .

Frisc. I beleeue you well : now for Dutch : Ducky de doe watt heb yee ge brought . Antho.

I pray stop your mouth , for I neuer heard such Dutch before brocht .

Frsc.

Nay I thinke you haue not met with no pezant : Heare you M. Mouse , ( so your name is I take it ) I haue considered of your learning in these aforesaid Languages , and find you reasonable : So , so , now this is the matter ; Can you take the ease to teach these Tongues to two or three Gentlewomen of mine acquaintance , and I will see you paide for your labour .

Antho.

Yes sir , and that most willingly .

Fris.

Why then M. Mouse , to their vse , I entertaine yee , which had not been but for the troubles of the world , that I my selfe haue no leasure to shew my skill : Well sir , if you le please to walke with me , I le bring you to them .

Exeunt . Enter Laurentia , Marina , and Mathea . Lauren. Sit till dinners done ; not I , I sweare : Shall I stay ? till he belch into mine eares Those rusticke Phrases , and those Dutch French tearmes , Stammering halfe Sentences dogbolt Elloquence : And when he hath no loue for-sooth , why then Hee tels me Cloth is deare at Anwerpe , and the men Of Amsterdam haue lately made a law , That none but Dutch as hee , may trafficke there : Then standes he still and studies what to say ; And after some halfe houre , because the Asse Hopes ( as he thinkes ) I shall not contradict him . Hee tels me that my Father brought him to me , And that I must performe my Fathers will . Well good-man Goose-cap , when thou woest againe , Thou shalt haue simple ease , for thy Loues paine . Mathe. Alas poore Wench , I sorrow for thy hap , To see how thou art clog'd with such a Dunce : Forsooth my Sire hath fitted me farre better , My Frenchman comes vpon me with the Sa , sa , sa ; Sweete Madam pardone moye I pray : And then out goes his Hand , downe goes his Head , Swallowes his Spittle , frissles his Beard ; and then to mee : Pardone moy mistresse Mathea , If I be bold , to macke so bold met you , Thinke it go will dat spurres me dus vp yow . Dan cast neit off so good ande true Louer , Madama celestura de la , ( I know not what ) Doe oft pray to God dat me woud loue her : And then hee reckons a catalogue of names of such as loue him , and yet cannot get him . Mari. Nay , but your Monsieur 's but a Mouse in cheese , Compard with my Signor ; hee can tell Of Lady Venus , and her Sonne blind Cupid : Of the faire Scilla that was lou'd of Glaucus , And yet scornd Glaucus , and yet lou'd King Minos ; Yet Minos hated her , and yet she holp'd him ; And yet he scorn'd her , yet she kild her Father To doe her good ; yet he could not abide her : Nay , he le be bawdy too in his discourse ; And when he is so , he will take my Hand , And tickle the Palme , wincke with his one Eye , Gape with his Mouth , and Laur.

And , hold thy tongue I prethee : here 's my father .

Enter Pisaro , Aluaro , Vandalle , Delion , Haruie , Walgraue , and Heigham . Pisa. Vnmannerly , vntaught , vnnurtred Girles , Doe I bring Gentlemen , my very friends To feast with mee , to reuell at my House , That their good likings , may be set on you , And you like misbehaud and sullen Girles , Turne tayle to such , as may aduance your states : I shall remembe rt , when you thinke I doe not . I am sorrie Gentlemen , your cheare 's no better ; But what did want at Board , excuse me for , And you shall haue amendes be made in Bed . To them friends , to them ; they are none but yours : For you I bred them , for you brought them vp : For you I kept them , and you shall haue them : I hate all others that resort to them : Then rouse your bloods , be bold with what 's your owne : For I and mine ( my friends ) be yours , or none . Enter Frisco and Anthonie . Frisc.

God-gee god-morrow sir , I haue brought you M. Mouse here to teach my young Mistresses : I assure you ( for-sooth ) he is a braue Frenchman .

Pisa. Welcome friend , welcome : my man ( I thinke ) Hath at the full , resolu'd thee of my will . Monsieur Delion , I pray question him : I tell you sir , t is onely for your sake , That I doe meane to entertaine this fellow , Antho. A bots of all ill lucke , how came these heere ? Now am I posde except the Wenches helpe mee : I haue no French to flap them in the mouth , Haru. To see the lucke of a good fellow , poore Anthony Could nere haue sorted out a worser time : Now will the packe of all our sly deuises Be quite layde ope , as one vndoes an Oyster : Francke , Heigham , and mad Ned , fall to your muses , To helpe poore Anthony now at a pinch , Or all our market will be spoyld and marde . Walg.

Tut man , let vs alone , I warrant you .

Delio.

Monsieur , Vous estes tresbien venu , de quell pais estes vous .

Anth.

Vous , that s you : sure he saies , how do men call you Monsieur le Mouche ?

Mari. Sister , helpe sister ; that 's honest Anthonie , And he answers , your woer cuius contrarium . Delio.

Monsieur , Vous n'entens pas , Je ne demaunde puit , vostre nom ?

Math.

Monsieur Delion , he that made your Shooes , made them not in fashion : they should haue been cut square at the toe .

Delio.

Madame , my Sho met de square toe , vat be dat ?

Pisa. Why sauce-box ; how now you vnreuerent mincks Why ? in whose Stable hast thou been brought vp , To interrupt a man in midst of speach ? Monsieur Delion , disquiet not your selfe , But as you haue begun , I pray proceed To question with this Countriman of yours . Delio.

Dat me sal doe tres beien , but de bella Madona de iune Gentlewoman do monstre some singe of amour to speake lot me , epurce monsieur , mee sal say but two tree fowre fiue word to dir francois : or sus Monsieur Le mouche en quelle partie de Fraunce esties vous ne ?

Haru.

Fraunce .

Heigh.

Ned .

Walg. Sbloud , let mee come . Maister Pisaro , we haue occasion of affaires , Which calles vs hence with speed ; wherefore I pray Deferre this businesse till some fitter time , And to performe what at the Exchange we spoke of . Antho.

A blessing on that tongue , saith Anthony .

Pisa. Yes marry Gentlemen , I will , I will . Aluaro to your taske , fall to your taske , I le beare away those three , who being heere , Would set my Daughters on a merry pin : Then chearely try your luckes ; but speake , and speed , For you alone ( say I ) shall doe the deed . Exeunt Pisaro , Haruy , Walgraue , and Higham . Frisc.

Heare you M. Mouse , did you dine to day at Paules with the rest of the Gentlemen there ?

Antho.

No sir , I am yet vndined .

Frisc.

Mee thinkes you should haue a reasonable good stomacke then by this time , as for me I can sell nothinge within me from my mouth to my Cod-peece but all Emptie , wherefore I thinke a peece of wisdome to goe in and see what Maudelin hath prouided for our Dinner maister Mouse will you goe in ?

Antho.

With as good a stomacke and desire as your selfe .

Frisc. Lett 's passe in then Exeunt Frisco , and Anthonie . Vanda.

Han seg you Dochtor , vor vat cause , voer why bede also much grooterlie strange , Ic seg you wat , if datt ghy speake to me , is datt ghy loue me .

Lauren.

I st that I care not for you , is t that your breath stinckes , if that your breath stinckes not , you must learne sweeter English or I shall neuer vnderstand your suite .

Delion .

Pardone moy Madame .

Math.

With all my heart so you offend no more .

Delio.

Is dat an offence to be amorous di one belle Gentleawoman .

Math.

I sir see your Belle Gentle-woman cannot be amorous of you .

Mar. Then if I were as that belle Gentlewomans louer , I would trouble her no further , nor be amorous any longer . Aluar.

Madona yet de Belleza of de face beutie deforme of all de Corpo may be such datt no perriculo , nor all de mal shaunce , can make him leaue hir dulce visage .

Laur.

But signor Aluaro if the periculo or mal shaunce were sutch , that she should loue and liue with an other , then the dulce visage must be lefte in spite of the louers teeth , whilst he may whine at his owne ill fortune .

Vanda.

Datts waer matresse , for it is vntrue saying , dey wint he taught dey verleift lie scrat sin gatt .

Math.

And I thinke to are like to scratch there but neuer to claw any of my Sisters loue away .

Vand.

Dan sal your sistree do gainst her vaders will , or your vader segt dat ick sal heb her vor mine wife .

Laur.

I thinke not so sir , for I neuer heard him say so , but I le goe in and aske him if his meaning be so .

Mari.

Harke sister signor Aluaro sayth , that I am the fayrest of all vs three ,

Laur. Beleeue him not for hee le tell any lie . If so he thinkes thou mayst be pleasd thereby , Come goe with me and neere stand pratinge here , I haue a iest to tell thee in thine eare , Shall make you laugh : come let your signor stand , I know there 's not a Wench in all this Towne , Scoffes at him more , or loues him lesse then thou . Maister Vandalle , as much I say for you ; If needes you marry with an English Lasse , Woe her in English , or shee le call you Asse . Math. Tut that 's a French cogge ; sure I thinke , There 's nere a Wench in Fraunce not halfe so fond , To woe and sue so for your Mounsership . Delio.

Par may foy Madame , she does tincke dare is no Wenche so dure as you : for de Fillee was cree dulce , tendre , and amarous for me to loue hir ; now me tincke dat I being such a fine man , you should loua me .

Mathe.

So thinke not I , sir .

Delio.

But so tincke esh oder Damosellas .

Mathe. Nay I le lay my loue to your commaunde , That my Sisters thinke not so : How say you sister Mall ? Why how now Gentlemen , is this your talke ? What beaten in plaine field : where be your Maydes ? Nay then I see their louing humor fades , And they resigne their intrest vp to mee ; And yet I cannot serue for all you three : But least two should be madd , that I loue one , You shall be all alike , and I le loue none : The world is scant , when so many Iacke Dawes , Houer about one Coarse with greedy pawes : Yf needes you le haue me stay till I am dead , Carrion for Crowes , Mathea for her Ned : And so farewell , wee Sisters doe agree , To haue our willes , but nere to haue you three . Exeunt . Delio.

Madama attendez , Madama : is she alle ? doe she mockque de nows in such sort ?

Vand.

Oh de pestilence , noe if datick can neite dese Englese spreake vel , it shal hir Fader seg how dit is to passe gecomen .

Enter Pisaro . Aluar.

Ne parlate , see here signors de Fader .

Pisa.

Now Friends , now Gentlemen , how speedes your worke ; haue you not found them shrewd vnhappy girls ?

Vand.

Mester Pisaro , de Dochter maistris Laurentia calle me de Dyel , den Asse , for that ic can neit englesh spreken .

Alua.

Ande dat we sal no parler , dat we sal no hauar den for de wiue .

Pisa. Are they so lusty ? Dare they be so proude ? Well , I shall find a time to meete with them : In the meane season , pray frequent my house . Enter Frisco running . Ho now sirra , whither are you running ? Frisc.

About a little tiny businesse .

Pisa.

What businesse , Asse ?

Frisc.

Indeed I was not sent to you : and yet I was sent after the three Gen-men that din'd here , to bid them come to our house at ten a clocke at night , when you were abed .

Pisa. Ha , what is this ? Can this be true ? What , art thou sure the Wenches bade them come ? Frisc.

So they said , vnlesse their mindes be changed since : for a Woman is like a Weather-cocke they say , & I am sure of no more then I am certaine of : but I le go in and bid them send you word , whether they shall come or no .

Pisa.

No sirra , stay you heere ; but one word more : Did they appoint than come one by one , or else al together ?

Frisc.

Altogether : Lord that such a young man as you should haue no more witt : why if they should come together , one could not make rome for them ; but comming one by one , they le stand there if there were twenty of them .

Pisa.

How this newes glads me , and reuiues my soule : How say you sirs , what will you haue a iest worth the telling ; nay worth the acting : I haue it Gentlemen , I haue it Friends .

Alua.

Signor Pisaro , I prey de gratia watte maneire sal we haue ? wat will the parler ? wat bon doe you know Signor Pisaro , dicheti noi signor Pisaro .

Pisa.

Oh that youth so sweete , so soone should turne to age ; were I as you , why this were sport alone for me to doe .

Harke yee , harke yee ; heere my man , Saith , that the Girles haue sent for Maister Heigham And his two friends ; I know they loue them dear , And therefore wish them late at night be heere To reuell with them : Will you haue a iest , To worke my will , and giue your longings rest : Why then M. Vandalle , and you two , Shall soone at midnight come , as they should doe , And court the Wenches ; and to be vnknowne , And taken for the men , whom they alone So much affect ; each one shall change his name : Maister Vandalle , you shall take Heigham , and you Younge Haruie , and monsieur Delion Ned , And vnder shadowes be of substance sped : How like you this deuice ? how thinke you of it ? Delio.

Oh de braue de galliarde deuise : me sal come by de nite and contier faire de Anglois Gentlehomes dictenous ainsi monsieur Pisaro .

Pisa.

You are in the right sir .

Alua.

And I sall name me de signor Haruy , ende monsieur Delion sall be de piculo signor Ned , ende when madona Laurentia sall say , who be dare ? mister Vandalle sall say , Oh my sout Laide , hier be your loue Mestro Heigham : Is no dis de brauissime , maister Vandalle ?

Vanda. Slact vp den tromele , van ick sall come Vp to de camerken , wan my new Wincken Slact vp den tromele , van ick sall come . Pisa. Ha , ha , ha , maister Vandalle , I trow you will be merrie soone at night , When you shall doe in deed , what now you hope of . Vanda.

I sall v seg vader , Ick sall tesh your Daughter such a ting , make her laugh too .

Pisa. Well my Sonnes all , ( for so I count you shall ) What we haue heere deuis'd , prouide me for : But aboue all , doe not ( I pray ) forget To come but one by one , as they did wish . Vanda.

Mar hortens vader , ick veite neite de wecke to your houis , hortens sall maister Frisco your manneken come to calle de me , and bring me to v house .

Pisa. Yes marry shall hee : see that you be ready , And at the hower of eleuen sone at night : Hie you to Bucklersburie to his Chamber , And so direct him straight vnto my house : My Sonne Aluaro , and monsieur Delion , I know , doth know the way exceeding well : Well , wee le to the Rose in Barken for an hower : And sirra Frisco , see you proue no blabbe . Exeunt Pisaro , Aluaro , Delion , and Vandalle . Frisc.

Oh monstrous , who would thinke my Maister had so much witte in his old rotten budget : and yet yfayth he is not much troubled with it neither . Why what wise man in a kingdome would sende me for the Dutch-man ? Does hee thinke I le not cousen him : Oh fine , I le haue the brauest sport : Oh braue , I le haue the gallentest sport : Oh come ; now if I can hold behinde , while I may laugh a while , I care not : Ha , ha , ha .

Enter Anthonie . Antho.

Why how now Frisco , why laughest thou so hartily ?

Frisc.

Laugh M. Mouse : Laugh , ha , ha , ha .

Antho

Laugh , why should I laugh ? or why art thou so merry ?

Frisc.

Oh maister Mouse , maister Mouse , it would make any Mouse , Ratte , Catte , or Dogge , laugh to thinke , what sport we shall haue at our house sone at night : I le tell you , all , my young Mistresses sent me after M. Heigham and his friendes , to pray them come to our house after my old Maister was a bed : Now I went , and I went ; and I runne , and I went : and whom should I meete , but my Maister and M. Pisaro and the Strangers ; so my Maister very worshipfully ( I must needs say ) examined me whither I went now ? I durst not tell him an vntruth , for feare of lying , but told him plainely and honestly mine arrande : Now who would thinke my Maister had such a monstrous plaguie witte , hee was as glad as could be ; out of all scotch and notch glad , out of all count glad ? and so sirra he bid the three Vplandish-men come in their steades and woe my young Mistresses : Now it made mee so laugh to thinke how they will be cousend , that I could not follow my Maister : But I le follow him , I know he is gone to the Tauerne in his merry humor : Now if you will keepe this as secret as I haue done hitherto , wee shall haue the brauest sport soone , as can be . I must be gone , say nothing .

Antho. Well it is so : And we will haue good sport , or it shall go hard ; This must the Wenches know , or all is marde . Enter the three Sisters . Harke you Mis. Moll , Mis. Laurentia , Mis. Matt , I haue such newes ( my Girles ) will make you smile . Mari.

What be they Maister , how I long to heare it ?

Antho. A Woman right , still longing , and with child , For euery thing they heare , or light vpon : Well . if you be mad Wenches , heare it now , Now may your knaueries giue the deadliest blow To night-walkers , eauese-droppers , or outlandish loue , That ere was stristen . Math. Anthony Mowche , Moue but the matter ; tell vs but the iest , And if you find vs slacke to execute , Neuer giue credence , or beleeue vs more . Antho. Then know : The Strangers your Outlandish loues , Appoynted by your Father , comes this night In stead of Haruie , Heigham , and young Ned , Vnder their shaddowes to get to your bed : For Frisco simply told him why he went : I need not to instruct , you can conceiue , You are not Stockes nor Stones , but haue some store Of witte and knauerie too . Mathe. Anthony , thankes Is too too small a guerdon for this newes ; You must be English : Well sir signor sowse , I le teach you trickes for comming to our house . Laur. Are you so craftie , oh that night were come , That I might heare my Dutchman how hee 'd sweare In his owne mother Language , that he loues me : Well , if I quit him not , I here pray God , I may lead Apes in Hell , and die a Mayde ; And that were worser to me then a hanging . Antho. Well said old honest huddles ; here 's a heape Of merrie Lasses : Well , for my selfe , I le hie mee to your Louers , bid them maske With vs at night , and in some corner stay Neere to our house , where they may make some play Vpon your riuals , and when they are gon , Come to your windowes . Mari.

Doe so good Maister .

Antho. Peace , begon ; for this our sport , Some body soone will moorne . Exeunt . Enter Pisaro . Pisa. How fauourable Heauen and Earth is seene , To grace the mirthfull complot that is laide , Nights Candles burne obscure , and the pale Moone Fauouring our drift , lyes buried in a Cloude : I can but smile to see the simple Girles , Hoping to haue their sweete-hearts here to night , Tickled with extreame ioy , laugh in my face : But when they finde , the Strangers in their steades , They le change their note , and sing an other song . Where be these Girles heere ? what , to bed , to bed : Mawdlin make fast the Dores , rake vp the Fire ; Gods me , t is nine a clocke , harke Bow-bell rings : Knocke . Some looke downe below , and see who knockes : And harke you Girles , settle your hearts at rest , And full resolue you , that to morrow morne , You must be wedd to such as I preferre ; I meane Aluaro and his other friendes : Let me no more be troubled with your nayes . You shall doe what I le haue , and so resolue . Enter Moore . Welcome M. Moore , welcome , What winde a-gods name driues you foorth so late ? Moore . Fayth sir , I am come to trouble you , My wife this present night is brought to bed . Pisa.

To bed , and what hath God sent you ?

Moor.

A iolly Girle , sir .

Pisa.

And God blesse her : But what 's your will sir ?

Moor. Fayth sir , my house being full of Friends , Such as ( I thanke them ) came to see my wife ? I would request you , that for this one night , My daughter Susan might be lodged here . Pisa. Lodge in my house , welcome with all my heart , Matt harke you , she shall lye with you , Trust me she could not come in fitter time . For heere you sir , to morrow in the morning . All my three Daughters must be married , Good maister Moore le ts haue your company , What say you sir ; Welcome honest friend . Enter a Seruant . Moor.

How now sirra what s the newes with you ?

Pisa. Mowche heare you , stirre betimes to morrow , For then I meane your Schollers shall be wed : What newes , what newes man that you looke so sad , Moor. Hee brings me word my wife is new falne sicke , And that my daughter cannot come to night : Or if she does , it will be very late . Pisa , Beleeue me I am then more sorry for it . But for your daughter come she soone or late , Some of vs will be vp to let her in , For heere be three meanes not to sleepe to night : Well you must be gone ? commende me to your wife , Take heede how you goe downe , the staires are bad , Bring here a light . Moor.

T is well I thanke you sir .

Exit . Pisa. Good night maister Moore farwell honest friend , Come , come to bed , to bed t is nine and past , Doe not stand prating here to make me fetch you , But gette you to your Chambers . Exit Pisaro . Antho. Birlady here s short worke , harke you Girles , Will you to morrow marry with the strangers . Mall . Y fayth sir no I le first leape out at window , Before Marina marry with a stranger , Antho.

Yes but your father sweares , you shall haue one .

Ma. Yes but his daughters , swears they shall haue none , These horeson Canniballs , these Philistines , These tango mongoes shall not rule Ore me , I le haue my will and Ned , or I le haue none . Antho. How will you get him ? how will you get him ? I know no other way except it be this , That when your fathers in his soundest sleepe , You ope the Dore and runne away with them , All sisters .

So wee will rather then misse of them .

Antho. T is well resolude yfayth and like your selues , But heare you ? to your Chambers presently , Least that your father doe discry our drift , Exeunt Sisters . Mistres Susan should come but she cannot , Nor perhaps shall not , yet perhaps she shall , Might not a man conceipt a prettie iest ? And make as mad a Riddle as this is , If all thinges fadge not , as all thinges should doe , Wee shall be sped y'fayth , Matt shall haue hue . Enter Vandalle and Frisco . Vand.

Wear be you mester Frisco .

Frisc.

Here sir , here sir , now if I could cousen him , take heede sir hers a post .

Vand.

Ick be so groterly hot , datt ick swette , Oh wen sal we come dare .

Frisc.

Be you so hotte sir , let me carry your Cloake , I assure you it will ease you much .

Vand.

Dare here , dare , t is so Darke ey can neit see .

Frisc.

I , so so : now you may trauell in your Hose and Doublet : now looke I as like the Dutchman , as if I were spit out of his mouth : I le straight home , & speake groote and broode , and toot and gibrish ; and in the darke I le haue a fling at the Wenches . Well , I say no more ; farewell M. Mendall , I must goe seeke my fortune .

Exit Frisco . Vanda.

Mester Frisco , mester Frisco , wat sal you no speak ; make you de Foole ? Why mester Frisco ; Oh de skellum , he be ga met de Cloake , me sal seg his mester , han mester Frisco , waer sidy mester Frisco .

Exit Vandal . Enter Haruie , Heigham , and Walgraue . Haruy. Goes the case so well signor bottle-nose ? It may be we shall ouerreach your drift ; This is the time the Wenches sent vs word Our bumbast Dutchman and his mates will come . Well neat Italian , you must don my shape : Play your part well , or I may haps pay you . What , speechlesse Ned ? fayth whereon musest thou ? T is on your French coriuall , for my life : Hee come ete vostre , and so foorth , Till he hath foysted in a Brat or two ? How then , how then ? Walg. Swounds I le geld him first , Ere that insestious loszell reuell there . Well Matt , I thinke thou knowst what Ned can doe ; Shouldst thou change Ned for Noddy , mee for him , Thou didst not know thy losse , yfayth thou didst not . Heigh. Come leaue this idle chatte , and le ts prouide Which of vs shall be scar-crow to these Fooles , And set them out the way ? Walg.

Why that will I .

Haru. Then put a Sword into a mad-mans hand : Thou art so hasty , that but crosse thy humor , And thou 't be ready crosse them ore the pates : Therefore for this time , I le supply the rome . Heigh. And so we shall be sure of chatt enough ; You le hold them with your floutes and gulles so long , That all the night will scarcely be enough To put in practise , what we haue deuisde : Come , come , I le be the man shall doe the deed . Haru. Well , I am content to saue your longing . But soft , where are we ? Ha , heere 's the house , Come let vs take our stands : Fraunce stand you there , And Ned and I will crosse t'other side . Heigh.

Doe so : But hush , I heare one passing hither .

Enter Aluaro . Aluar.

Oh de fauorable aspect of de heauen , t is so obscure , so darke , so blacke dat no mortalle creature can know de me : I pray a Dio I sal haue de reight Wench : Ah si I be recht , here be de huis of signor Pisaro , I sall haue de madona Marina , and daruor I sall knocke to de dore .

He knockes . Heigh. What a pox are you mad or druncke ; What , doe you meane to breake my Glasses ? Alua.

Wat be dat Glasse ? Wat druncke , wat mad ?

Heigh.

What Glasses sir ; why my Glasses : and if you be so crancke , I le call the Constable ; you will not enter into a mans house ( I hope ) in spight of him ?

Haru. Nor durst you be so bold as to stand there , Yf once the Maister of the House did know it . Alua.

Is dit your Hous ? be you de Signor of dis Cassa ?

Heigh.

Signor me no signors , nor cassa me no cassas : but get you hence , or you are like to taste of the Bastinado .

Heigh.

Do , do , good Ferdinand , pummell the logerhead .

Alua.

Is this neit the Hous of mester Pisaro ?

Heigh. Yes marry when ? can you tell : how doe you ? I thanke you heartily , my finger in your mouth . Alua.

Wat be dat ?

Heigh. Marry that you are an Asse and a Logerhead , To seeke maister Pisaros house heere . Alua. I prey de gratia , wat be dis plashe ? Wat doe ye call dit strete ? Heigh.

What sir ; why Leaden-hall , could you not see the foure Spoutes as you came along ?

Alua.

Certenemento Leden hall , I hit my hed by de way , dare may be de voer Spouts : I prey de gratia , wish be de wey to Crochefriers ?

Heigh.

How , to Croched-friers ? Marry you must goe along till you come to the Pumpe , and then turne on your right hand .

Alua.

Signor , adio .

Exit Aluaro . Haru. Farewell and be hang'd Signor : Now for your fellow , if the Asse would come . Enter Delion . Delio.

By my trot me doe so mush tincke of dit Gentle-woman de fine Wenshe , dat me tincke esh houer ten day , and esh day ten yeare , till I come to her : Here be de huise of sin vader , sall alle and knocke . He knocks .

Heigh. What a bots ayle you , are you madd ? Will you runne ouer me and breake my Glasses ? Delio.

Glasses , wat Glasses ? Prey is monsieur Pisaro to de mayson ?

Haru. Harke Ned , there 's thy substaunce Walg. Nay by the Masse , the substaunce 's heere , The shaddow 's but an Asse . Heigh. What Maister Pisaro ? Logerhead , heere 's none of your Pisaros ? Delio.

Yes but dit is the houis of mester Pisaro .

Walg. Will not this monsieur Motley take his answer ? I le goe and knocke the asse about the pate . Har. Nay by your leaue sir , but I le hold your worship . This sturre we should haue had , had you stood there . Walg. Why , would it not vexe one to heare the asse , Stand prating here of dit and dan , and den and dog ? Haru. One of thy mettle Ned , would surely doe it : But peace , and harke to the rest . Delio.

Doe no de fine Gentlewoman matresse Mathea dwell in dit Plashe ?

Heigh.

No sir , here dwels none of your fine Gantle-woman : T were a good deed sirra , to see who you are ;

You come hither to steale my Glasses . And then counterfeite you are going to your Queanes . Delio.

I be deceu dis darke neight ; here be no Wenshe , I be no in de right plashe : I prey Monsieur , wat be name dis Streete , and wishe be de way to Croshe-friers ?

Heigh. Marry this is Fanchurch-streete , And the best way to Crotched-friers , is to follow your nose Delio.

Vanshe , streete , how shaunce me come to Vanshe streete ? vell monsieur , me must alle to Croche-friers .

Exit Delion . Walg. Farewell fortipence , goe seeke your Signor , I hope you le finde your selues two Dolts anone : Hush Fredinand , I heare the last come stamping hither . Enter Frisco . Frise.

Ha sirra , I haue left my fatte Dutchman , and runne my selfe almost out of breath too : now to my young mistresses goe I , some body cast an old shoe after me : but soft , how shall I doe to counterfeite the Dutchman , be cause I speake English so like a naturall ; Tush , take you no thought for that , let me alone for Squintum squantum : soft , her 's my Maisters house ,

High .

Whos 's there .

Frisc.

Whos 's there , why sir here is : Nay that s too good English ; Why here be de growtte Dutchman .

Heigh.

Then there s not onely a growte head , but an Asse also .

Frisc.

What be yoo , yoo be an English Oxe to call a gentle moan Asse .

Haru.

Harke Ned yonder s good greeting .

Frisc.

But yoo , and yoo be Maister Mouse that dwell here , tell your matressa Laurentia datt her sweete harte Maister Vandall would speake with horde ,

Heigh.

Maister Mendall , gette you gon , least you get a broken Pate and so marre all : here s no entrance for misstres Laurentios sweete heart .

Frisc. Gods sacaren watt is the luck now . Shall not I come to my friend maister Pisar Hoose ? Heigh.

Yes and to maister Pisaros Shoes too , if hee or they were here .

Frisc.

Why my groute friend , M. Pisaro doth dwel here .

Heigh.

Sirra , you lye , heere dwells no body but I , that haue dwelt here this one & forty yeares , and sold Glasses .

Walg.

Lye farder , one and fifty at the least .

Fris.

Hoo , hoo , hoo ; do you giue the Gentleman the ly ?

Haru.

I sir , and will giue you a licke of my Cudgell , if yee stay long and trouble the whole streete with your bawling : hence dolt , and goe seeke M. Pisaros House .

Frisc. Goe seeke M. Pisaros House ; Where shall I goe seeke it ? Hegh.

Why , you shall goe seeke it where it is .

Frisc.

That is here in Crodched-friers .

Heigh. How Loger-head , is Croched-friers heere ? I thought you were some such drunken Asse , That come to seeke Croched-friers in Tower-streete : But get you along on your left hand , and be hang'd ; You haue kept me out of my Bedd with your bangling , A good while longer then I would haue been . Frisc.

Ah , ah , How is this ? Is not this Croched-friers ? Tell mee , I le hold a Crowne they gaue me so much Wine at the Tauerne , that I am druncke , and know not out .

Haru. My Dutchman's out his Compasse & his Card ; Hee 's reckning what Winde hath droue him hither : I le sweare hee thinkes neuer to see Pisaros . Frisc.

Nay t is so , I am sure druncke : Soft let mee see , what was I about ? Oh now I haue it , I must goe to my Maisters house and counterfeite the Dutchman , and get my young Mistresse : well , and I must turne on my left hand , for I haue forgot the way quite and cleane : Fare de well good frend , I am a simple Dutchman I .

Exit Frisco . Heigh. Faire weather after you . And now my Laddes , Haue I not plide my part as I should doe ? Haru. T was well , t was well : But now let 's cast about , To set these Woodcocks farder from the House , And afterwards returne vnto our Girles . Walg.

Content , content ; come , come make haste .

Exeunt . Enter Aluaro . Alua.

I goe and turne , and dan I come to dis plashe , I can no tell watt , and sall doe I can no tell watt , turne by the Pumpe ; I pumpe it faire .

Enter Delion . Delio.

Me alle , ende alle & can no come to Croche-friers .

Enter Frisco . Frisc.

Oh miserable Blacke-pudding , if I can tell which is the way to my Maisters house , I am a Red-herring , and no honest Gentleman .

Alua.

Who parlato daer ?

Delio.

Who be der ? who alle der ?

Frisc.

How 's this ? For my life here are the Strangers : Oh that I had the Dutchmans Hose , that I might creepe into the Pockets ; they 'le all three fall vpon me & beat me .

Alua.

Who doe der ander ?

Delio.

Amis ?

Frisc.

Oh braue ; it 's no body but M. Pharoo and the Frenchman going to our House , on my life : well , I le haue some sport with them , if the Watch hinder me not . Who goes there ?

Delio.

Who parle der , in wat plashe , in wat streat be you ?

Frisc.

Why sir , I can tell where I am ; I am in Tower-streete : Where a Diuell be you ?

Delio.

Io be here in Lede-hall .

Frisc.

In Leaden-hall ? I trow I shall meete with you anone : in Leaden-hall ? What a simple Asse is this Frenchman . Some more of this : Where are you sir ?

Alua.

Moy I be here in Vanshe-streete .

Frisc.

This is excellent ynfayth , as fit as a Fiddle : I in Tower-streete , you in Leaden-hall , and the third in Fanchurch-streete ; and yet all three heare one another , and all three speake togeather : either wee must be all three in Leaden-hall , or all three in Tower-streete , or all three in Fanchurch-streete ; or all three Fooles .

Alua.

Monsieur Gentle-home , can you well tesh de wey to Croshe-frier ?

Frisc.

How to Croched-friers ? I , I sir , passing well if you will follow mee .

Delio.

I dat me sal monsier Gentle-home , and giue you tanks .

Frisc.

And monsiur Pharo , I shall lead you such a iaunt , that you shall scarce giue me thankes for . Come sirrs follow mee : now for a durtie Puddle , the pissing Condit , or a great Post , that might turne these two from Asses to Oxen by knocking their Hornes to their Fore-heads .

Alua.

Whaer be de now signor ?

Frisc. Euen where you will signor , for I know not : Soft I smell : Oh pure Nose . Delio.

Wat do you smell ?

Frisc.

I haue the scent of London-stone as full in my nose , as Abchurch-lane of mother Walles Pasties : Sirrs feele about , I smell London-stone .

Alua.

Wat be dis ?

Frisc.

Soft let me see ; feele I should say , for I cannot see : Oh lads pray for my life , for we are almost at Croched-friers .

Delio.

Dats good : but watt be dis Post ?

Frisc.

This Post ; why t is the May-pole on Iuie-bridge going to Westminster .

Delio.

Ho Wesmistere , how come we tol Wesmistere ?

Frisc.

Why on your Legges fooles , how should you goe ? Soft , heere 's an other : Oh now I know in deede where I am ; wee are now at the fardest end of Shoredich , for this is the May-pole .

Delo.

Sordiche ; O dio , dere be some nautie tinge , some Spirite do leade vs .

Frisc.

You say true sir , for I am afeard your French spirt is vp so far alredy , that you brought me this way , because you would finde a Charme for it at the Blew Bore in the Spittle : But soft , who comes heere ?

Enter a Belman . Bel.

Maydes in your Smocks , looke wel to your Locks , Your Fier and your Light ; and God giue you good night .

Delia.

Monsieur Gentle-home , I prey parle one , too , tree , fore , words vore vs to dis oull man .

Frisc.

Yes marry shall I sir . I pray honest Fellow , in what Streete be wee ?

Bel.

Ho Frisco , whither friske you at this time of night ?

Delio.

What , Monsieur Frisco ?

Alua.

Signor Frisco ?

Frisc.

The same , the same : Harke yee honesty , mee thinkes you might doe well to haue an M. vnder your Girdle , considering how Signor Pifaro , and this other Monsieur doe hold of mee .

Bell.

Oh sir , I cry you mercie ; pardon this fault , and I le doe as much for you the next time .

Fris.

Well , passing ouer superfluicall talke , I pray what Street is this ; for it is so darke , I know not where I am ?

Bell.

Why art thou druncke , Dost thou not know Fanchurch-streete ?

Frisc.

I sir , a good Fellow may sometimes be ouerseene among Friends ; I was drinking with my Maister and these Gentlemen , and therefore no maruaile though I be none of the wisest at this present : But I pray thee Goodman Buttericke , bring mee to my Maisters House .

Bel.

Why I will , I will , push that you are so strange now adayes : but it is an old said saw , Honors change Manners .

Frisc. Good-man Buttericke will you walke afore : Come honest Friends , will yee goe to our House ? Delio.

Ouy monsieur Frisco .

Alua.

Si signor Frisco .

Enter Vandalle . Vand.

Oh de skellam Frisco , ic weit neit waer dat ic be , ic goe and hit my nose op dit post , and ic goe and hit my nose op danden post ; Oh de villaine : Well , waer ben ic now ? Haw laet syen is dut neit croshe vrier , ya seker so ist and dit M. Pisaros huis : Oh de good shaunce , well ic sall now haue de Wenshe Laurentia , mestris Laurentia .

Enter Laurentia , Marina , Mathea , aboue . Mari.

Who 's there , Maister Haruie ?

Math.

Maister Walgraue ?

Laur.

Maister Heigham ?

Vand.

Ya my Louue , here be mester Heigham your groot frinde .

Mari. How , Maister Heigham my grot vrinde ? Out alas , here 's one of the Strangers . Lauren.

Peace you Mammet , let 's see which it is ; wee may chaunce teach him a strange tricke for his learning : M. Heigham , what wind driues you to our house so late ?

Vand.

Oh my leif Mesken , de loue tol v be so groot , dat het bring me out my bed voor you .

Math.

Ha , ha , we know the Asse by his eares ; it is the Dutchman : what shall we doe with him ?

Laure.

Peace , let him not know , that you are heere : M. Heigham , if you will stay awhile that I may se , if my Father be a sleepe , and I le make meanes we may come togeather

Vand.

Dat sal ick my Loua . Is dit no well counterfett I speake so like mester Heigham as t is possible .

Laure.

Well , what shall we doe with this Lubber ? ( Louer I should say . )

Math. What shall wee doe with him ? Why crowne him with a — Mart.

Fie Slutt : No , we le vse him clenlier ; you know we haue neuer a Signe at the dore , would not the iest proue currant , to make the Dutchman supply that want .

Laure.

Nay , the foole wil cry out , & so wake my father .

Mat.

Why , then we le cut the Rope & cast him downe .

Laur.

And so iest out a hanging ; let 's rather draw him vp in the Basket , and so starue him to death this frosty night .

Mari.

In sadnesse , well aduisde : Sister , doe you holde him in talke , and wee le prouide it whilst .

Laur.

Goe to then . M. Heigham , oh sweete M Higham , doth my Father thinke that his vnkindnes can part you & poore Laurentia ? No , no , I haue found a drift to bring you to my Chamber , if you haue but the heart to venter it .

Vand.

Ventre , salick goe to de see , and be de see , and ore de see and in de see voer my sweete Louue .

Laur.

Then you dare goe into a Basket ; for I know no other meanes to inioy your companie , then so : for my Father hath the Keyes of the Dore .

Vand.

Salick climb vp tot you ? sal ick fly vp tot you ? salick , wat segdy ?

Math.

Bid him doe it Sister , wee shall see his cunning .

Laur.

Oh no , so you may catch a fal . There M. Heigham , Put your selfe into that Basket , and I will draw you vp : But no words I pray you , for feare my Sister heare you .

Vand.

No , no ; no word : Oh de feete Wenshe , Ick come , Ick come .

Laur.

Are you ready maister Heigham ?

Vand.

Ia ick my sout Lady .

Mari.

Merily then my Wenches .

Laur

How heauie the Asse is : Maister Heigham , is there any in the Basket but your selfe ?

Vand.

Neit , neit , dare be no man .

Laur.

Are you vp sir ?

Vand.

Neit , neit .

Mari

Nor neuer are you like to climbe more higher : Sisters , the Woodcock 's caught , the Foole is cag'd .

Vand.

My sout Lady I be nuc neit vp , pul me totv .

Math. When can you tell ; what maister Vandalle , A wether beaten soldier an old wencher , Thus to be ouer reach'd by three young Girles : Ah sirra now wee le bragge with Mistres Moore , To haue as fine a Parret as she hath , Looke sisters what a pretty foole it is : What a greene greasie shyning Coate he hath , An Almonde for Parret , a Rope for Parret . Vand. Doe you moc que me seger seger , I sal seg your vader . Laur. Doe and you dare , you see here is your fortune , Disquiet not my father ; if you doe , I le send you with a vengeance to the ground , Well we must confesse we trouble you , And ouer watching makes a wiseman madde , Much more a foole , there s a Cusshon for you . Mar.

To bore you through the nose .

Laur. To lay your head on . Couch in your Kennell sleape and fall to rest , And so good night for London maydes skorne still , A Dutch-man should be seene to curbe their will . Vand.

Hort ye Daughter , hort ye ¿ gods se ker kin ? will ye no let me come tot you ? ick bid you let me come tot you watt sal ick don , ick woud neit vor vn hundred pounde Aluaro & Delion , should see me ope dit maner , well wat sal ick don , ick mout neit cal : vor de Wenshes wil cut de rope and breake my necke ; ick sal here bleauen til de morning , & dan ick sal cal to mester Pisaro , & make him shafe & shite his dauctors : Oh de skellum Frisco , Oh des cruell Hores .

Enter Pisaro . Pisa. I le put the Light out , least I be espied , For closely I haue stolne me foorth a doares , That I might know , how my three Sonnes haue sped . Now ( afore God ) my heart is passing light , That I haue ouerreach'd the Englishmen : Ha , ha , Maister Vandalle , many such nights Will swage your bigg swolne bulke , and make it lancke : When I was young ; yet though my Haires be gray , I haue a Young mans spirit to the death , And can as nimbly trip it with a Girle , As those which fold the spring-tide in their Beards : Lord how the verie thought of former times , Supples these neere dried limbes with actiuenesse : Well , thoughts are shaddowes , sooner lost then seene , Now to my Daughters , and their merrie night , I hope Aluaro and his companie , Haue read to them morrall Philosophie , And they are full with it : Heere I le stay , And tarry till my gallant youths come foorth . Enter Haruie , Walgraue , and Heigham . Heigh.

You mad-man , wild-oats , mad-cap , where art thou ?

Walg.

Heere afore .

Haru. Oh ware what loue is ? Ned hath found the scent ; And if the Connie chaunce to misse her Burrough , Shee 's ouer-borne y faith , she cannot stand it . Pisa.

I know that voyce , or I am much deceiued .

Heigh. Come , why loyter wee ? this is the Dore : But soft , heere 's one asleepe . Walg. Come , let mee feele : Oh t is some Rogue or other ; spurne him , spurne him . Haru.

Be not so wilfull , prethee let him lie .

Heigh. Come backe , come backe , for wee are past the house Yonder 's Matheas Chamber with the light . Pisa. Well fare a head , or I had been discride . Gods mee , what make the Youngsters heere so late ? I am a Rouge , and spurne him : well Iacke sauce , The Rogue is waking yet , to marre your sport . Walg.

Matt , Mistris Mathea ; where be these Girles ?

Enter Mathea alone . Math.

Who 's there below ?

Walg.

Thy Ned , kind Ned , thine honest trusty Ned .

Math. No , no , it is the Frenchman in his stead , That Mounsieur motlicoate that can dissemble : Heare you Frenchman , packe to your Whores in Fraunce ; Though I am Portingale by the Fathers side , And therefore should be lustfull , wanton , light ; Yet goodman Goosecap , I will let you know , That I haue so much English by the Mother , That no bace slauering French shall make me stoope : And so , sir Dan-delion fare you well . Walg.

What speachlesse , not a word : why how now Ned ?

Har. The Wench hath tane him downe , He hanges his head . Walg. You Dan-de-lion , you that talke so well : Harke you a word or two good Mistris Matt , Did you appoynt your Friends to meete you heere , And being come , tell vs of Whores in Fraunce , A Spanish lennet , and an English Mare , A Mongrill , halfe a Dogge and halfe a Bitch ; With Tran-dido , Dil-dido , and I know not what ? Heare you , if you 'le run away with Ned , And be content to take me as you find me , Why so law , I am yours : if otherwise , You le change your Ned , to be a Frenchmans Trull ? Why then , Madame Delion , Ie vous lassera a Die , et la bon fortune . Math. That voyce assures mee , that it is my Loue : Say truly , Art thou my Ned ? art thou my Loue ? Walg. Swounds who should I be but Ned ? You make me sweare . Enter aboue Marina . Mari.

Who speake you to ? Mathea who 's below ?

Haru.

Marina .

Mari.

Young maister Haruy ? for that voyce saith so .

Enter Laurentia . Alua.

Speake sister Matt , is not my true Loue there ?

Math.

Ned is .

Laur.

Not maister Heigham ?

Heigh.

Laurentia , heere .

Laur.

Yfayth thou' rt welcome .

Heigh.

Better cannot Fall .

Math.

Sweete , so art thou .

Mari.

As much to mine .

Laur.

Nay Gentles , welcome all .

Pisa. Here 's cunning harlotries , they feed these off With welcome , and kind words , whilst other Lads . Reuell in that delight they should possesse : Good Girls , I promise you I like you well . Mari. Say maister Haruy , saw you , as you came , That Leacher , which my Sire appoynts my man ; I meane that wanton base Italian , That Spannish-leather spruce companion : That anticke Ape trickt vp in fashion ? Had the Asse come , I 'de learne him , difference been Betwixt an English Gentleman and him . Heigh. How would you vse him . ( sweete ) . If he should come ? Mari. Nay nothing ( sweet ) but only wash his crowne : Why the Asse wooes in such an amorous key , That he presumes no Wench should say him nay : Hee slauers not his Fingers , wipes his Bill , And sweares in fayth you shall , in fayth I will ; That I am almost madd to bide his wocing . Heigh.

Looke what he said in word , I le act in doing .

Walg. Leaue thought of him , for day steales on apace , And to our Loues : Will you performe your words ; All things are ready , and the Parson stands , 'To ioyne as hearts in hearts , our hands in hands , Night fauours vs , the thing is quickly done , Then trusse vp bagg and Bagages , and be gone : And ere the morninge , to augment your ioyes , Wee le make you mothers of sixe goodly Boyes . Heigh.

Promise them three good Ned , and say no more .

Walg.

But I le get three , and if I gette not foure .

Pisa. There s a sound Carde at Maw , a lustie lad , Your father thought him well , when one he had , Heigh.

What say you sweetes , will you performe your wordes ?

Matt. Loue to true loue , no lesser meede affordes ? Wee say we loue you , and that loues fayre breath Shall lead vs with you round about the Earth : And that our loues , vowes , wordes , may all proue true , Prepare your Armes , for thus we flie to you . they Embrace . Walg. This workes like waxe , now ere to morrow day , If you two ply it but as well as I , Wee le worke our landes out of Pisaros Daughters : And can sell all our bondes in their great Bellies , When the slaue knowes it , how the Roge will curse . Matt.

Sweete hart .

Walg.

Matt.

Mathe.

Where art thou .

Pisa.

Here .

Mathe.

Oh Iesus here s our father .

Walg.

The Diuell he is .

Haru

Maister Pisaro , twenty times God morrow .

Pisa , Good morrow ? now I tell you Gentlemen , You wrong and moue my patience ouermuch , What will you Rob me , Kill me , Cutte my Throte : And set mine owne bloud here against me too , You huswifes ? Baggages ? or what is worse , Wilfull , stoubborne , disobedient : Vse it not Gentlemen , abuse me not , Newgate hath rome , there s law enough in England , Heigh.

Be not so testie , heare what we can say .

Pisa. Will you be wiu'de ? first learne to keepe a wife , Learne to be thriftie , learne to keepe your Lands , And learne to pay your debts to , I aduise , else . Walg. What else , what Lands , what Debts , what will you doe ? Haue you not Land in Morgage for your mony , Nay since t is so , we owe you not a Penny , Frette not , Fume not , neuer bende the Browe : You take Tenn in the hundred more then Law , We can complayne , extortion , simony , Newgate hath Rome , ther s Law enough in England . Heigh.

Prethe haue done .

Walg. Prethy me no Prethies . Here is my wife , Sbloud touch her , if thou darst , Hearst thou , I le lie with her before thy face , Against the Crosse in Cheape , here , any where . What you old craftie Fox you . Heigh.

Ned , stop there .

Pisa. Nay , nay speake out , beare witnesse Gentlemen , Wher s Mowche , charge my Musket , bring me my Bill , For here are some that meane to Rob thy maister . Enter Anthony . I am a Fox with you , well Iack sawce , Beware least for a Goose , I pray on you . Exeunt Pisaro and Daughters . In baggages , Mowche make fast the doore . Walg. A vengeance on ill lucke , Antho. What neuer storme , But bridle anger with wise gouernment . Heigh. Whom ? Anthony our friend , Ah now our hopes , Are found too light to ballance our ill happes . Antho. Tut nere say so , for Anthony Is not deuoyde of meanes to helpe his Friends . Walg. Swounds , what a diuell made he foorth so late I le lay my life t was hee that fainde to sleepe , And we all vnsuspitious , tearmde a Roage : Oh God , had I but knowne him ; if I had , I would haue writt such Letters with my Sword Vpon the bald skin of his parching pate , That he should nere haue liude to crosse vs more . Antho. These menaces are vaine , and helpeth naught : But I haue in the deapth of my conceit Found out a more materiall stratagem : Harke Maister Walgraue , yours craues quicke dispatch , About it straight , stay not to say farewell . Exit Walgraue . You Maister Heigham , hie you to your Chamber , And stirre not foorth , my shaddow , or my selfe , Will in the morning earely visit you ; Build on my promise sir , and good night . Exit Heigham . Last , yet as great in loue , as to the first : Yf you remember , once I told a iest , How feigning to be sicke , a Friend of mine Possest the happy issue of his Loue : That counterfeited humor must you play ; I need not to instruct , you can conceiue , Vse maister Browne your Host , as chiefe in this : But first , to make the matter seeme more true , Sickly and sadly bid the churle good night ; I heare him at the Window , there he is . Enter Pisaro aboue . Now for a tricke to ouerreach the Diuell . I tell you sir , you wrong my maister much , And then to make amends , you giue hard words : H' ath been a friend to you ; nay more , a Father : I promise you , t is most vngently done . Pisa. I , well said Mouche , now I see thy loue , And thou shalt see mine , one day if I liue . None but my Daughters sir , hanges for your tooth : I 'de rather see them hang'd first , ere you get them . Haru. Maister Pisaro , heare a dead man speake , Who singes the wofull accents of his end . I doe confesse I loue ; then let not loue Proue the sad engine of my liues remooue : Marinaes rich Possession was my blisse ? Then in her losse , all ioy eclipsed is : As euery Plant takes vertue of the Sunne ; So from her Eyes , this life and beeing sprung : But now debard of those cleare shyning Rayes , Death for Earth gapes , and Earth to Death obeyes : Each word thou spakst , ( oh speake not so againe ) Bore Deaths true image on the Word ingrauen ; Which as it flue mixt with Heauens ayerie breath , Summond the dreadfull Sessions of my death : I leaue thee to thy wish , and may th' euent Prooue equall to thy hope and hearts content . Marina to that hap , that happiest is ; My Body to the Graue , my Soule to blisse . Haue I done well ? Exit Haruie . Antho.

Excellent well in troth .

Pisar. I , goe ; I , goe : your words moue me as much , As doth a Stone being cast against the ayre .

But soft , What Light is that ? What Folkes be those ? Oh t is Aluaro & his other Friends , I le downe & let them in .

Exit . Enter Belman , Frisco , Vandalle , Delion , & Aluaro . Frisc.

Where are we now gaffer Buttericke ?

Bell.

Why know you not Croched-friers , where be your wits ?

Aluar.

Wat be tis Crosh-viers ? vidite padre dare ; tacke you dat , me fal troble you no farre .

Bell. I thanke you Gentlemen , good night : Good night Frisco . Exit Belman . Frisc. Farewell Buttericke , what a Clowne it is : Come on my maisters merrily , I le knocke at the dore . Antho. Who 's theere , our three wise Woers , Blockhead our man ? had he not been , They might haue hanged them selues , For any Wenches they had hit vpon : Good morrow , or good den , I know not whether . Delio.

Monsieur de Mowche , wat macke you out de Houis so late ?

Enter Pisaro below . Pisa. What , what , young men & sluggards fy for shame You trifle time at home about vaine toyes , Whilst others in the meane time , steale your Brides : I tell you sir , the English Gentlemen Had wel-ny mated you , and mee , and all ; The Dores were open , and the Girles abroad , Their Sweet-hearts ready to receiue them to : And gone forsooth they had been , had not I ( I thinke by reuelation ) stopt their flight : But I haue coopt them vp , and so will keepe them . But sirra Frisco , where 's the man I sent for ? Whose Cloake haue you got there ? How now , where 's Vandalle ? Frisc. For-sooth he is not heere : Maister Mendall you meane , doe you not ? Pisar. Why logerhead , him I sent for , where is he ? Where hast thou been ? How hast thou spent thy time ? Did I not send thee to my Sonne Vandalle ? Frisc.

I M. Mendall ; why forsooth I was at his Chamber , and wee were comming hitherward , and he was very hot , and bade me carry his Cloake ; and I no sooner had it , but he ( being very light ) firkes me downe on the left hand , and I turnd downe on the left hand , and so lost him .

Pisa.

Why then you turnd togeather , Asse .

Frisc.

No sir , we neuer saw one another since .

Pisa.

Why , turnd you not both on the left hand ?

Frisc.

No for-sooth we turnd both on the left hand .

Pisa.

Hoyda , why yet you went both togeather .

Fris.

Ah no , we went cleane contrary one from another .

Pisa. Why Dolt , why Patch , why Asse , On which hand turnd yee ? Frisc.

Alas , alas , I cannot tell for-sooth , it was so darke I could not see , on which hand we turnd : But I am sure we turnd one way .

Pisa. Was euer creature plagud with such a Dolt ? My Sonne Vandalle now hath lost himselfe , And shall all night goe straying bout the Towne ; Or meete with some strange Watch that knowes him not ; And all by such an arrant Asse as this . Anth.

No , no , you may soone smel the Dutchmans lodging : Now for a Figure : Out alas , what 's yonder ?

Pisa.

Where ?

Fris.

Hoyda , hoyda , a Basket : it turnes , hoe .

Pisa.

Peace ye Villaine , and let 's see who 's there ? Goe looke about the House ; where are our weapons ? What might this meane ?

Frisc.

Looke , looke , looke ; there 's one in it , he peeps out : Is there nere a Stone here to hurle at his Nose .

Pisa.

What , wouldst thou breake my Windowes with a Stone ? How now , who 's there , who are you sir ?

Frisc.

Looke , he peepes out againe : Oh it 's M. Mendall , it 's M. Mendall : how got he vp thither ?

Pisa.

What , my Sonne Vandalle , how comes this to passe ?

Alua.

Signor Vandalle , wat do yo goe to de wenshe in de Basket ?

Vand.

Oh Vadere , Vadere , here be sush cruell Dochterkens , ick ben also wery , also wery , also cold ; for be in dit little Basket : lo prey helpe dene .

Frisc.

He lookes like the signe of the Mouth without Bishops gate , gaping , and a great Face , and a great Head , and no Body .

Pisa. Why how now Sonne , what haue your Adamants Drawne you vp so farre , and there left you hanging Twixt Heauen and Earth like Mahomets Sepulchre ? Antho. They did vnkindly , who so ere they were , That plagu'd him here , like Tantalus in Hell , To touch his Lippes like the desired Fruite , And then to snatch it from his gaping Chappes . Alua.

A little farder signor Vandalle , and dan you may put v hed into de windo and cash de Wensh .

Vand.

Ick prey Vader dat you helpe de mee , Ick prey Goddie Vader .

Pisa.

Helpe you , but how ?

Frisc.

Cut the Rope .

Antho. Sir , I le goe in and see , And if I can , I le let him downe to you . Exit Anthony . Pisa. Doe gentle Mouche : Why but here 's a iest ; They say , high climers haue the greatest falles : If you should fall ; as how you le doe I know not , Birlady I should doubt me of my Sonne : Pray to the Rope to hold : Art thou there Mouche ? Enter Anthony aboue . Antho.

Yes sir , now you may chuse , whether you le stay till I let him downe , or whether I shall cut him downe ?

Frisc.

Cut him downe maister Mowse , cut him downe And let 's see , how he le tumble .

Pisa. Why sauce , who ask'd your counsaile ? Let him downe . What , with a Cusshion too ? why you prouided To lead your life as did Diogines ; And for a Tubb , to creepe into a Basket . Vanda.

Ick sall seg v Vader , Ick quame here to your Huise and spreake tol de Dochterken .

Frisc.

M. Mendall , you are welcome out of the Basket : I smell a Ratt it was not for nothing , that you lost me .

Vand.

Oh skellum , you run away from me .

Pisa.

I thought so sirra , you gaue him the flip .

Frisc.

Faw , no for-sooth ; I le tell you how it was : when we come from Bucklers-Burie into Corn-Wale , and I had taken the Cloake , then you should haue turnd downe on your left hand and so haue gone right forward , and so turnd vp againe , and so haue crost the streate ; and you like an Asse .

Pisa. Why how now Rascall ; is your manners such ? You asse , you Dolt , why led you him through Corn-hill , Your way had been to come through Canning streete . Frisc.

Why so I did sir .

Pisa.

Why thou seest yee were in Corn-Hill .

Fris.

Indeed sir there was three faults , the Night was darke , Maister Mendall drunke , and I sleepy , that we could not tell very well , which way we went .

Pisa. Sirra I owe for this a Cudgelling : But Gentlemen , sith things haue faulne out so , And for I see Vandalle quakes for cold , This night accept your Lodginges in my house , And in the morning forward with your marriage , Come on my sonnes , sirra fetch vp more wood . Exeunt . Enter the three Sisters . Laur. Nay neuer weepe Marina for the matter , Teares are but signes of sorrow , helping not . Mari. Would it not madde one to be crost as I , Being in the very hight of my desire ? The strangers frustrate all : our true loue 's come , Nay more , euen at the doore , and Haruies armes Spred as a Rayne-bow ready to receiue me , And then my Father meete vs : Oh God , oh God . Math. Weepe who that list for me , y faith not I , Though I am youngest yet my stomack 's great : Nor t is not father , friends , nor any one , Shall make me wed the man I cannot loue : I le haue my will ynfayth , y'fayth I will . Laur. Let vs determine Sisters what to doe , My father meanes to wed vs in the morning , And therefore something must be thought vpon . Mari. Wee le to our father and so know his minde , I and his reason too , we are no fooles , Or Babes neither , to be fedde with words . Laur.

Agreede , agreede : but who shall speake for all ?

Math.

I will .

Mari.

No I .

Laur.

Thou wilt not speake for crying .

Mari. Yes , yes I warrant you , that humors left , Bee I but mou'de a little , I shall speake , And anger him I feare , ere I haue done . Enter Anthony . All . Whom Anthony our friend , our Schoole-maister ? Now helpe vs Gentle Anthony , or neuer . Antho. What is your hastie running chang'd to prayer , Say , where were you going ? Laur. Euen to our father , To know what he intendes to doe with vs . Antho. T is bootlesse trust mee , for he is resolu'd To marry you to . Mari.

The Strangers .

Antho.

Y fayth he is .

Math. Y fayth he shall not . Frenchman , be sure wee le plucke a Crow together , Before you force mee giue my hand at Church . Mari. Come to our Father speach this comfort finds , That we may scould out griefe , and ease our mindes . Anth. Stay , Stay Marina , and aduise you better , It is not Force , but Pollicie must serue : The Dores are lockt , your Father keepes the Keye , Wherefore vnpossible to scape away : Yet haue I plotted , and deuis'd a drift , To frustrate your intended mariages , And giue you full possession of your ioyes : Laurentia , ere the mornings light appeare , You must play Anthony in my disguise . Math.

Anthony , what of vs ? What shall we weare ?

Mari.

Anthony , what of vs ? What shall we weare ?

Anth. Soft , soft , you are too forward Girles , I sweare , For you some other drift deuisd must bee ? One shaddow for a substance : this is shee . Nay weepe not sweetes , repose vpon my care , For all alike , or good or bad shall share : You will haue Haruie , you Heigham , and you Ned ; You shall haue all your wish , or be I dead : For sooner may one day the Sea lie still , Then once restraine a Woman of her will . All .

Sweete Anthony , how shall we quit thy hire ?

Anth. Not gifts , but your contentments I desire : To helpe my Countrimen I cast about , For Strangers loues blase fresh , but soone burne out : Sweete rest dwell heere , and frightfull feare obiure , These eyes shall wake to make your rest secure : For ere againe dull night the dull eyes charmes , Each one shall fould her Husband in her armes : Which if it chaunce , we may auouch it still , Women & Maydes will alwayes haue their will . Exeunt . Enter Pisaro and Frisco . Pisa. Are Wood & Coales brought vp to make a fire ? Is the Meate spitted ready to lie downe : For Bakemeates I le haue none , the world 's too hard : There 's Geese too , now I remember mee ; Bid Mawdlin lay the Giblets in Past , Here 's nothing thought vpon , but what I doe . Stay Frisco , see who ringes : looke to the Dore , Let none come in I charge , were he my Father , I le keepe them whilst I haue them : Frisco , who is it ? Frisc.

She is come ynfayth .

Pisa.

Who is come ?

Frisc.

Mistris Sushaunce , Mistris Moores daughter .

Pisa.

Mistris Susan , Asse ? Oh she must come in .

Frisc. Hang him , if he keepe out a Wench : Yf the Wench keepe not out him , so it is . Enter Walgraue in Womans attire . Pisa. Welcome Mistris Susan , welcome ; I little thought you would haue come to night ; But welcome ( trust me ) are you to my house : What , doth your Mother mende ? doth she recouer ? I promise you I am sorry for her sicknesse . Walg. She 's better then she was , I thanke God for it , Pisa. Now afore God she is a sweete smugge Girle , One might doe good on her ; the flesh is frayle , Man hath infirmitie , and such a Bride , Were able to change Age to hot desire : Harke you Sweet-heart , To morrow are my Daughters to be wedde , I pray you take the paines to goe with them . Walg.

If sir you le giue me leaue , I le waight on them .

Pisa. Yes marry shall you , and a thousand thankes , Such company as you my Daughters want , Maydes must grace Maydes , when they are married : I st not a merry life ( thinkes thou ) to wed , For to imbrace , and be imbrac'd abed . Walg. I know not what you meane sir . Heere 's an old Ferret Pol-cat . Pisa. You may doe , if you le follow mine aduice ; I tell thee Mouse , I knew a Wench as nice : Well , shee 's at rest poore soule , I meane my Wife , That thought ( alas good heart ) Loue was a toy , Vntill ( well , that time is gon and past away ) But why speake I of this : Harke yee Sweeting , There 's more in Wedlocke , then the name can shew ; And now ( birlady ) you are ripe in yeares : And yet take heed Wench , there lyes a Pad in Straw ; Walg. Old Fornicator , had I my Dagger , I de breake his Costard . Pisa. Young men are slippery , fickle , wauering ; Constant abiding graceth none but Age : Then Maydes should now waxe wise , and doe so , As to chuse constant men , let fickle goe , Youth 's vnregarded , and vnhonoured : An auncient Man doth make a Mayde a Matron : And is not that an Honour , how say you ? how say you ? Walg. Yes forsooth . ( Oh old lust will you neuer let me goe . ) Pisa. You say right well , and doe but thinke thereon , How Husbands , honored yeares , long car'd-for wealth , Wise stayednesse , Experient gouernment , Doth grace the Mayde , that thus is made a Wise , And you will wish your selfe such , on my life . Walg. I thinke I must turne womankind altogeather , And scratch out his eyes : For as long as he can see me , he le nere let me goe . Pisa. But goe ( sweet-heart ) to bed , I doe thee wrong , The latenesse now , makes all our talke seeme long . Enter Anthony . How now Mowche , be the Girles abed ? Anth.

Mathea ( and it like you ) faine would sleepe , but onely tarrieth for her bed-fellow .

Pisa. Ha , you say well : come , light her to her Chamber , Good rest wish I to thee ; wish so to mee , Then Susan and Pisaro shall agree : Thinke but what ioy is neere your bed-fellow , Such may be yours ; take counsaile of your Pillow : To morrow wee le talke more ; and so good night , Thinke what is sayd , may bee , if all hit right . Walg. What , haue I past the Pikes : knowes he not Ned ? I thinke I haue deseru'd his Daughters bed . Anth. T is well , t is well : but this let me request , You keepe vnknowne , till you be laide to rest : And then a good hand speed you . Walg. Tut , nere feare mee , We two abed shall neuer disagree . Exeunt Antho. & Walg. Frisc.

I haue stood still all this while , and could not speake for laughing : Lord what a Dialogue hath there bin betweene Age and Youth . You do good on her ? euen as much as my Dutchman will doe on my young Mistris : Maister , follow my counsaile ; then send for M. Heigham to helpe him , for I le lay my Cappe to two Pence , that hee will be asleepe to morrow at night , when he should goe to bed to her : Marry for the Italian , he is of an other humor , for therele be no dealings with him , till midnight ; for hee must slauer all the Wenches in the house at parting , or he is no body : hee hath been but a litle while at our House , yet in that small time , hee hath lickt more Grease from our Mawdlins lippes , then would haue seru'd London Kitchin-stuffe this tweluemonth . Yet for my money , well fare the Frenchman , Oh hee is a forward Lad , for hee le no sooner come from the Church , but hee le fly to the Chamber ; why hee le read his Lesson so often in the day time , that at night like an apt Scholler , hee le be ready to sell his old Booke to buye him a new . Oh the generation of Languages that our House will bring foorth : why euery Bedd will haue a propper speach to himselfe , and haue the Founders name written vpon it in faire Cappitall letters , Heere lay , and so foorth .

Pisa.

You le be a villaine still : Looke who 's at dore ?

Frisc.

Nay by the Masse , you are M. Porter , for I le be hang'd if you loose that office , hauing so pretty a morsell vnder your keeping : I goe ( old huddle ) for the best Nose at smelling out a Pin-fold , that I know : well , take heede , you may happes picke vp Wormes so long , that at length some of them get into your Nose , and neuer out after : But what an Asse am I to thinke so , considering all the Lodginges are taken vp already , and there 's not a Dog-kennell empty for a strange Worme to breed in .

Enter Anthony . Antho. The day is broke ; Mathea and young Ned , By this time , are so surely linckt togeather , That none in London can forbid the Banes . Laurentia she is neere prouided for : So that if Haruies pollicie but hold , Elsewheare the Strangers may goe seeke them Wiues : But heere they come . Enter Pisaro and Browne . Pisa. Six a clocke say you ; trust mee , forward dayes : Harke you Mowche , hic you to Church , Bid M Bewford be in readinesse : Where goe you , that way ? Anth.

For my Cloake , sir .

Pisa. Oh t is well : and M. Browne , Trust mee , your earely stirring makes me muse , Is it to mee your businesse ? Brown . Euen to your selfe : I come ( I thinke ) to bring you welcome newes , Pisa. And welcome newes , More welcome makes the bringer : Speake , speake , good M. Browne , I long to heare them . Brow . Then this it is . Young Haruie late last night , Full weake and sickly came vnto his lodging , From whence this suddaine mallady proceedes : T is all vncertaine , the Doctors and his Friends Affirme his health is vnrecouerable : Young Heigham and Ned Walgraue lately left him , And I came hither to informe you of it . Pisa. Young M. Haruie sicke ; now afore God The newes bites neere the Bone : for should he die , His Liuing morgaged would be redeemed , For not these three months doth the Bond beare date : Die now , marry God in heauen defend it ; Oh my sweete Lands , loose thee , nay loose my life : And which is worst , I dare not aske mine owne , For I take two and twenty in the hundred , When the Law giues but ten : But should he liue , Hee carelesse would haue left the debt vnpaide , Then had the Lands been mine Pisaros owne , Mine , mine owne Land , mine owne Possession . Brow .

Nay heare mee out .

Pisa. You 'r out too much already , Vnlesse you giue him life , and mee his Land . Brow . Whether t is loue to you , or to your Daughter , I know not certaine ; but the Gentleman Hath made a deed of gift of all his Lands , Vnto your beautious Daughter faire Marina . Pesa. Ha , say that word againe , say it againe , A good thing cannot be too often spoken : Marina say you , are you sure t was shee , Or Mary , Margery ; or some other Mayde ? Brow . To none but your Daughter faire Marina ; And for the gift might be more forcible , Your neighbour maister Moore aduised vs , ( Who is a witnesse of young Haruies Will ) Sicke as hee is , to bring him to your house : I know they are not farre , but doe attende , That they may know , what welcome they shall haue . Pisa. What welcome sir ; as welcome as new life Giuen to the poore condemned Prisoner : Returne ( good maister Browne ) assure their welcome , Say it , nay sweare it ; for they 'r welcome truly : For welcome are they to mee which bring Gold . See downe who knockes ; it may be there they are : Frisco , call downe my Sonnes , bid the Girles rise : Where 's Mowche ; what , is he gon or no ? Enter Laurentia in Anthonies attire . Oh heare you siera , bring along with you Maister Balsaro the Spanish Marchant . Laur. Many Balsaros I ; I le to my Loue : And thankes to Anthony for this escape . Pisa. Stay , take vs with you . Harke , they knocke againe , Come my soules comfort , thou good newes bringer , I must needes hugge thee euen for pure affection . Enter Haruie brought in a Chaire , Moore , Browne , Aluaro , Vandalle , Delion , and Frisco . Pisa. Lift softly ( good my friends ) for hurting him . Looke chearely sir , you 'r welcome to my house . Harke M. Vandalle , and my other Sonnes , Seeme to be sad as grieuing for his sicknesse , But inwardly reioyce . Maister Vandalle , Signor Aluaro , Monsieur Delion , Bid my Friend welcome , pray bid him welcome : Take a good heart ; I doubt not ( by Gods leaue ) You shall recouer and doe well enough : ( Yf I should thinke so , I should hange my selfe . ) Frisco , goe bid Marina come to mee . Exit Frisco . You are a Witnesse sir , of this mans Will : What thinke you M. Moore , what say you to 't ? Moor. Maister Pisaro , follow mine aduice : You see the Gentleman cannot escape , Then let him straight be wedded to your Daughter ; So during life time , she shall hold his Land , When now ( beeing nor kith nor kin to him ) For all the deed of Gift , that he hath seald , His younger Brother will inioy the Land . Pisa. Marry my Daughter : no birlady . Heare you Aluaro , my Friend counsaile mee , Seeing young M. Haruie is so sicke , To marry him incontinent to my Daughter . Or else the gift he hath bestowde , is vaine : Marry and hee recouer ; no my Sonne , I will not loose thy loue , for all his Land . Alua.

Here you padre , do no lose his Lands , his hundred pont per anno t is wort to hauar ; let him haue de matresse Marina in de mariage , t is but vor me to attendre vne day more : if he will no die , I sal giue him sush a Drincke , sush a Potion sal mak him giue de Bonos noches to all de world .

Pisa. Aluaro , here 's my Keyes , take all I haue , My Money , Plate , Wealth , Iewels , Daughter too : Now God be thanked , that I haue a Daughter , worthy to be Aluaro bed fellow : Oh how I doe admire and prayse thy wit , I le straight about it : Heare you Maister Moore . Enter Marina and Frisco . Frisc.

Nay sayth hee 's sicke , therefore though hee be come , yet he can doe you no good ; there 's no remedy but euen to put your selfe into the hands of the Italian , that by that time that he hath past his grouth , young Haruie will be in case to come vpon it with a sise of fresh force .

Mari. Is my Loue come , & sicke ? I , now thou louest me , How my heart ioyes : Oh God , get I my will , I le driue away that Sicknesse with a kisse : I need not faine , for I could weepe for ioy . Pisa. It shall be so ; come hither Daughter . Maister Haruie , that you may see my loue Comes from a single heart vnfaynedly , See heere my Daughter , her I make thine owne : Nay looke not strange , before these Gentlemen , I freely yeeld Marina for thy Wife . Haru. Stay , stay good sir , forbeare this idle worke , My soule , is labouring for a higher place , Then this vaine transitorie world can yeeld : What , would you wed your Daughter to a Graue ? For this is but Deaths modell in mans shape : You and Aluaro happie liue togeather : Happy were I , to see you liue togeather . Pisa. Come sir , I trust you shall doe well againe : Heere , heere , it must be so ; God giue you ioy , And blesse you ( not a day to liue togeather . ) Vand.

Hort ye broder , will ye let den ander heb your Wiue ? nempt haer , nempt haer your selue ?

Alua.

No , no ; tush you be de foole , here be dat sal spoyle de mariage of hem : you haue deceue me of de fine Wensh signor Haruey , but I sal deceue you of de mush Land .

Haru.

Are all things sure Father , is all dispatch'd ?

Pisa. What intrest we haue , we yeeld it you : Are you now satisfied , or restes there ought ? Haru. Nay Father , nothing doth remaine , but thankes : Thankes to your selfe first , that disdayning mee , Yet loude my Lands , and for them gaue a Wife . But next , vnto Aluaro let me turne , To courtious gentle louing kind Aluaro , That rather then to see me die for loue , For very loue , would loose his beawtious Loue . Vand.

Ha , ha , ha .

Deli.

Signor Aluaro , giue him de ting quickly sal make hem dy , autremant you sal lose de fine Wensh .

Alua.

Oyime che hauesse allhora appressata la mano al mio core , ô suen curato ate , I che longo sei tu arriuato , ô cieli , ô terra .

Pisa. Am I awake ? or doe deluding Dreames Make that seeme true , which most my soule did feare ? Haru Nay fayth Father , it 's very certaine true , I am as well as any man on earth : Am I sicke sirres ? Looke here , is Haruie sicke ? Pisa. What shall I doe ? What shall I say ? Did not you counsaile mee to wed my Childe ? What Potion ? Where 's your helpe , your remedy . Haru. I hope more happy Starres will reigne to day , And don Aluaro haue more company . Enter Anthonie . Antho. Now Anthony , this cottens as it should , And euery thing sorts to his wish'd effect : Haruie ioyes Moll : my Dutchman and the French , Thinking all sure , laughs at Aluaros hap ; But quickly I shall marre that merrie vaine , And make your Fortunes equall with your Friends . Pisa. Sirra Mowche , what answere brought you backe ? Will maister Balsaro come , as I requested ? Anth.

Maister Balsaro ; I know not who you meane .

Pisa. Know you not Asse , did I not send thee for him ? Did not I bid thee bring him , with the Parson ? What answere made hee , will hee come or no ? Anth. Sent me for him : why sir , you sent not mee , I neither went for him , nor for the Parson : I am glad to see your Worship is so merrie . Knocke . Pisa. Hence you forgetfull dolt : Looke downe who knockes ? Exit Antho. Enter Frisco . Frisco .

Oh Maister , hange your selfe : nay neuer stay for a Sessions : Maister Vandalle confesse your selfe , desire the people to pray for you ; for your Bride shee is gone : Laurentia is run away .

Vanda.

Oh de Diabolo , de mal-fortune : is matresse Laurentia gaen awech ?

Pisa. First tell mee that I am a liuelesse coarse ; Tell mee of Doomes-day , tell mee what you will , Before you say Laurentia is gone . Mari. Maister Vandalle , how doe you feele your selfe ? What , hang the head ? fie man for shame I say , Looke not so heauie on your marriage day . Haru. Oh blame him not , his griefe is quickly spide , That is a Bridegroome , and yet wants his Bride . Enter Heigham , Laurentia , Balsaro , & Anthony . Bals. Maister Pisaro , and Gentlemen , good day to all : According sir , as you requested mee , This morne I made repaire vnto the Tower , Where as Laurentia now was married : And sir , I did expect your comming thither ; Yet in your absence , wee perform'd the rites : Therefore I pray sir , bid God giue them ioy . Heigh. He tels you true , Laurentia is my Wife ; Who knowing that her Sisters must be wed ; Presuming also , that you 'le bid her welcome , Are come to beare them company to Church . Haru. You come too late , the Mariage rites are done : Yet welcome twenty-fold vnto the Feast . How say you sirs , did not I tell you true , These Wenches would haue vs , and none of you . Laur. I cannot say for these ; but on my life , This loues a Cusshion better then a Wife . Mall . And reason too , that Cusshion fell out right , Else hard had been his lodging all last night . Bals.

Maister Pisaro , why stand you speachlesse thus ?

Pisa. Anger , and extreame griefe enforceth mee . Pray sir , who bade you meete mee at the Tower ? Bals.

Who sir ; your man sir , Mowche ; here he is .

Anth.

Who I sir , meane you mee ? you are a iesting man .

Pisa. Thou art a Villaine , a dissembling Wretch , Worser then Anthony whom I kept last : Fetch me an Officer , I le hamper you , And make you sing at Bride-well for this tricke : For well he hath deserude it , that would sweare He went not foorth a dores at my appoyntment . Anth.

So sweare I still , I went not foorth to day .

Bals.

Why arrant lyer , wert thou not with mee ?

Pisa.

How say you maister Browne , went he not foorth ?

Brow .

Hee , or his likenesse did , I know not whether .

Pisa.

What likenesse can there be besides himselfe ?

Laur. My selfe ( forsooth ) that tooke his shape vpon me , I was that Mowche that you sent from home : And that same Mowche that deceiued you , Effected to possesse this Gentleman : Which to attaine , I thus be guil'd you all . Frisc.

This is excellent , this is as fine as a Fiddle : you M. Heigham got the Wench in Mowches apparell ; now let Mowche put on her apparell , and be married to the Dutchman : How thinke you , is it not a good vize ?

Moor. Maister Pisaro , shake off melancholy , When thinges are helpelesse , patience must be vs'd . Pisa. Talke of Patience ? I le not beare these wronges : Goe call downe Matt , and mistris Susan Moore , T is well that of all three , wee haue one sure . Moor.

Mistris Susan Moore , who doe you meane sir ?

Pisa.

Whom should I meane sir , but your Daughter ?

Moor. You 'r very pleasant sir : but tell me this , When did you see her , that you speake of her ? Pisa.

I , late yester-night , when she came heere to bed .

Moor. You are deceiu'd , my Daughter lay not heere , But watch'd with her sicke mother all last night . Pisa. I am glad you are so pleasant M Moore , You 'r loth that Susan should be held a sluggard : What man , t' was late before she went to bed , And therefore time enough to rise againe . Moor. Maister Pisaro , doe you floute your friends ; I well perceiue if I had troubled you , I should haue had it in my dish ere now : Susan lie heere ? 'am sure when I came foorth , I left her fast asleepe in bed at home ; T is more then neighbour-hood to vse me thus . Pisa. A bed at your house ? tell me I am madd , Did not I let her in adores my selfe , Spoke to her , talk'd with her , and canuast with her ; And yet she lay not heere ? What say you sirra ? Antho.

She did , she did ; I brought her to her Chamber .

Moor.

I say he lyes ( that sayth so ) in his throat .

Antho.

Masse now I remember me , I lye indeed .

Pisa.

Oh how this frets mee : Frisco , what say you ?

Frisc.

What say I ? Marry I say , if shee lay not heere , there was a familiar in her likenesse ; for I am sure my Maister and she were so familiar togeather , that he had almost shot the Gout out of his Toes endes , to make the Wench beleeue he had one tricke of youth in him . Yet now I remember mee shee did not lye heere ; and the reason is , because shee doth lye heere , and is now abed with mistris Mathea ; witnesse whereof , I haue set to my Hand & Seale , and meane presently to fetch her .

Exit Frisco . Pisa. Doe so Frisco . Gentlemen and Friends , Now shall you see how I am wrong'd by him . Lay shee not heere ? I thinke the world 's growne wise , Plaine folkes ( as I ) shall not know how to liue . Enter Frisco . Frisc.

Shee comes , shee comes : a Hall , a Hall .

Enter Mathea and Walgraue in Womans attire . Walg. Nay blush not wench , feare not , looke chearfully . Good morrow Father ; Good morrow Gentlemen : Nay stare not , looke you heere , no monster I , But euen plaine Ned : and heere stands Matt my Wife . Know you her Frenchman ? But she knowes me better . Father , pray Father , let mee haue your blessing , For I haue blest you with a goodly Sonne ; T is breeding heere yfayth , a iolly Boy . Pisa. I am vndone , a reprobate , a slaue ; A scorne , a laughter , and a iesting stocke : Giue mee my Child , giue mee my Daughter from you . Moor. Maister Pisaro , t is in vaine to fret , And fume , and storme , it little now auayles : These Gentlemen haue with your Daughters helpe , Outstript you in your subtile enterprises : And therefore , seeing they are well descended , Turne hate to loue , and let them haue their Loues , Pisa. Is it euen so ; why then I see that still , Doe what we can , Women will haue their Will . Gentlemen , you haue outreacht mee now , Which nere before you , any yet could doe : You , that I thought should be my Sonnes indeed , Must be content , since there 's no hope to speed : Others haue got , what you did thinke to gaine ; And yet beleeue mee , they haue tooke some paine . Well , take them , there ; and with them , God giue ioy . And Gentlemen , I doe intreat to morrow , That you will Feaste with mee , for all this sorrow : Though you are wedded , yet the Feast 's not made : Come let vs in , for all the stormes are past , And heapes of ioy will follow on as fast . FINIS .
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feahers leaden fetters of restraint , Hath prunde my feathers to a higher pitch . Gentlewomen , Morall ▪ in our loues , the prouerbe weele fulfill : Women and Maydes , must alwayes haue their ▪ you Mounsier Delion , would faine dispatch : I promise you , mee thinkes the time did ▪ You shall , and welcome ; welcome as my soule : But were my third ▪ Gentlemen all , I loue you all : Which more to manifest ▪ may , or I may , soone pitch ore the Pearch , Or so , or so , haue contrary crosses : ▪ I am the last , you should haue kept it still : Well , we littlemony God saue your worship , a little mony and so forth . crosely Well sir , since things doe fall so crossly out , I must dispose my selfe to patience gallantiest Heer'le be a gallant iest , when we come there , To see how maz'd ▪ Ah Venice , Roma , Italia , Frauncia , Anglitera , nor all dis orbe ▪ see maister Pisaro , we are bold guestes , You could haue bid no surer men then wee ▪ till to morrow this time : yet I assure you , sir , wee came not to your house without belong for we are sprights to scare her ; But er't be long , Ile driue that humor from her . Curte zana This is Italian , is it not ? Nella slurde Curtezana . ▪ I beleeue you well : now for Dutch : Ducky de doe watt heb yee fot I pray stop your mouth , for I neuer heard such Dutch before brocht . pra● Sa , sa , sa ; Sweete Madam pardone moye I pray : And then out goes his Hand , downe goes ▪ that resort to them : Then rouse your bloods , be bold with what's your owne : For I and di● mee sal say but two tree fowre fiue word to dir francois : or sus Monsieur Le mouche en Withall With all my heart so you offend no more . ▪ not so sir , for I neuer heard him say so , but Ile goe in and aske him if his meaning monsicur And I sall name me de signor Haruy , ende monsieur Delion sall be de piculo signor Ned , ende Daughrer I sall v seg vader , Ick sall tesh your Daughter such a ting , make her laugh too . ▪ euery thing they heare , or light vpon : Well . if you be mad Wenches , heare it now , Now withall Lodge in my house , welcome with all my heart , Matt harke you , she shall lye ▪ Enter Haruie , Heigham , and Walgraue . ▪ Goes the case so well signor bottle-nose ? It may be we shall ouerreach your drift infestious Swounds Ile geld him first , Ere that insestious loszell reuell there . Well Matt , I thinke sloutes chatt enough ; Youle hold them with your floutes and gulles so long , That all the night d●t fine Gentlewoman matresse Mathea dwell in dit Plashe ? ▪ here dwels none of your fine Gantle-woman : Twere a good deed sirra , to see who you Frisc▪ Frisc. seete No , no ; no word : Oh de feete Wenshe , Ick come , Ick come . ▪ Hort ye Daughter , hort ye ¿ gods se ker kin ? will ye no let me come Di● then , Madame Delion , Ie vous lassera a Die , et la bon fortune . cansell our landes out of Pisaros Daughters : And can sell all our bondes in their great Bellies ▪ Maister Pisaro , twenty times God morrow . Gentlem●n Good morrow ? now I tell you Gentlemen , You wrong and moue my patience ouermuch ▪ Yes , yes I warrant you , that humors left , Bee card-for thereon , How Husbands , honored yeares , long car'd-for wealth , Wise stayednesse , Experient gouernment there le the Italian , he is of an other humor , for therele be no dealings with him , till midnight Elce-wheare : So that if Haruies pollicie but hold , Elsewheare the Strangers may goe seeke them Wiues : ▪ To none but your Daughter faire Marina ; And for the gift might be more forcible Aluaroes thanked , that I haue a Daughter , worthy to be Aluaro bed fellow : Oh how I doe admire and prayse Mat●ea Enter Mathea and Walgraue in Womans attire .