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Scene VII.
Lady Tub. Wispe.Lad.
How now Wispe? Ha' you
A Valentine yet: I'm taking th'aire to choose one.
Wis.
Fate send your Ladiship a fit one then.
Lad.
What kind of one is that?
Wis.
A proper man,
To please your Ladiship.
Lad.
Out o' that vanity,
That takes the foolish eye: Any poore creature,
Whose want may need my almes, or courtesie;
I rather wish; so Bishop Valentine,
Left us example to doe deeds of Charity;
To feed the hungry; cloath the naked, visit
The weake, and sicke; to entertaine the poore;
And give the dead a Christian Funerall;
These were the workes of piety he did practise,
And bad us imitate; not looke for Lovers,
Or handsome Images to please our senses.
I pray thee Wispe, deale freely with me now:
Wee are alone, and may be merry a little:
Tho' art none o' the Court-glories; nor the wonders
For wit, or beauty i' the Citie: tell me,
What man would satisfie thy present phansie?
Had thy ambition leave to choose a Valentine,
Within the Queenes Dominion, so a subject.
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Yo' ha' gi' me a large scope, Madam, I confesse,
And I will deale with your Ladiship sincerely:
I'll utter my whole heart to you. I would have him,
The bravest, richest, and the properest man
A Taylor could make up; or all the Poets,
With the Perfumers: I would have him such,
As not another woman, but should spite me:
Three Citie Ladies should run mad for him:
And Countri-Madams infinite.
Lad.
You'ld spare me,
And let me hold my wits?
Wis.
I should with you—
For the young Squire, my Masters sake: dispense
A little; but it should be very little.
Then all the Court-wives I'ld ha' jealous of me;
As all their husbands jealous of them:
And not a Lawyers Pusse of any quality,
But lick her lips, for a snatch in the Terme time.
Lad.
Come,
Let's walke: wee'll heare the rest, as we goe on:
You are this morning in a good veine, Dido:
Would I could be as merry. My sonnes absence
Troubles me not a little: though I seeke
These wayes to put it off; which will not helpe:
Care that is entred, once into the brest,
Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.
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