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The second part of the honest whore, with the hvmors of the Patient Man, the Impatient Wife

the Honest Whore, perswaded by strong Arguments to turne Curtizan againe : her braue refuting those Arguments. And lastly, the Comicall Passages of an Italian Bridewell, where the Scaene ends
  

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Enter Lodouico.
Lod.

Where's this Gallant?


Mat.

Signior Lodouico? how does my little Mirror of
Knight-hood? this is kindly done yfaith: welcome by my
troth.


Lod.

And how doest, frolicke? Saue you faire Lady. Thou
lookest smug and brauely, Noble Mat.


Mat.

Drinke and feed, laugh and lie warme.


Lod.

Is this thy wife?


Mat.

A poore Gentlewoman, sir, whom I make vse of
a nights.


Lod.

Pay custome to your lips, sweet Lady.


Mat.

Borrow some shells of him, some wine, sweet
heart.


Lod.

Ile send for't then yfaith.


Mat.

You send for't? Some wine I prethee.


Bel.

I ha no money.


Mat.

S'blood, nor I: What wine loue you, Signior?


Lod.

Here, or Ile not stay, I protest; trouble the Gentlewoman
too much?

Exit Bellafront.
And what newes flies abroad, Matheo?

Mat.

Troth, none. Oh Signior, we ha beene merry in our
daies.


Lod.
And no doubt shall agen.
The Diuine powers neuer shoot Darts at men
Mortall, to kill them.

Mat.
You say true.

Lod.
Why should we grieue at want?
Say the world made thee her Minnion, that


Thy head lay in her lap, and that she danc't thee
On her wanton knee, she could but giue thee a whole
World: that's all, and that all's nothing; the worlds
Greatest part cannot fill vp one corner of thy heart.
Say, the three corners were all filld, alas!
Of what art thou possest, a thinne blowne glasse:
Such as by Boyes is puft into the aire.
Were twenty Kingdomes thine, thou'dst liue in care:
Thou could'st not sleepe the better, nor liue longer,
Nor merrier be, nor healthfuller, nor stronger.
If then thou want'st, thus make that want thy pleasure,
No man wants all things, nor has all in measure.

Mat.

I am the most wretched fellow: sure some left-handed
Priest christned me, I am so vnlucky: I am neuer
out of one puddle or another, still falling.