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Sene 2.
Bawd 2. Whores.Bawd.
Well, they may talke of Dunkerke, or of Callis;
Enricht with forraine booties, but if euer
Were so fild vp with spoyles, let me be carted.
1. Whore.
And carry it so cunningly away,
Beyond the reach of Iustice, and of all
The iurisdiction in our owne hand,
Like a free state.
Bawd.
Did not I purchase it?
And am not I the Lady of the Mannor?
And who shall dare to question mee? I hope,
I shall be able to defend my Fort,
From the inuasion of the painted staffe,
Or the tempestuous paper Engine, safe,
As a Moale in a Trench and worke at hie midnight.
When their wise heads are layd, wee'l rayse the spirits
Of our dead pleasures, vse the benefit
Of youth, and dance our Orgyes by the Moonelight.
1. Whore.
I hope they need not to condemne vs, wee driue
As open trades as they, and vent as ill
Commodities, as any: all that we vtter,
Is in darke shoppes, or else by candlelight.
2. Whore.
We are become the enuy of Citizens.
1. Whore.
It is reported that we study physicke.
Bawd.
Why so?
1. Whore.
The reason is, because we know
The seuerall constitutions of mens bodies.
2. Whore.
And some tearme vs the Leager.
Bawd.
We defye
The force of any man, who's that knocks so?
Go bid the watch looke out, and if their number
Be not too plurall, then let them come in.
But if they chance to bee those rustian Souldiers,
Let fall the purculiis. All they can do,
Is to discharge a volley of oathes at me,
Ile take no tickets, nor no future stipends,
Tis not false titles, or denominations
Of offices can do it. I must haue money.
Tell them so, draw the bridge. Ile make them know,
This is no widdowes house, but Marcus Manitius,
Is Lord of the Iland. Who wast?
The Constable.
Bawd.
What would he haue?
2. Whore.
You know his businesse.
Bawd.
Pox on the Marshall, and the Constable.
There cannot be a Mystery in a Trade,
But they must peepe into it. Mercilesse varlets,
That know how many fall by our occupation,
And yet would haue their Venery for nothing.
A chambermayd can't haue a Ruffe to set,
But they must bee poking in it;
Now they haue brought vs vnder contribution,
They vex vs more then the Venetians doe
The whole Corporation of Curtezans:
But we must giue good words, shew them a roome.
Enter Ardelio.
Ard.
There's hot seruice within, I heare the Muskets
Play from the Rampiers. I am valiant,
And will venter vpon the very mouthes of them.
Bawd.
Mr. Ardelio, you haue beene a stranger.
You are growne rich of late.
Ard.
Who, I growne rich?
Bawd.
Yes somewhat pursy for want of exercise.
Ard.
Well, I was wont to put in for a gamester.
But now I am quite thrust out of all play.
Bawd.
We were wont to be your subiects to worke on
And since you scorne vs, yet you cannot say,
But you haue found good dealing at our hands.
2. Whore.
We haue bin alwaies bent to your worships will
And forward to helpe you on at all times.
Ard.
Come, you are good wenches.
Bawd.
Truely sir you know,
I keepe as good creatures at liuery,
And as cheape too, as any poore sinner
Of my profession.
Ard.
Hast thou ere a morsell,
That is not tainted, or flye blowne?
Bawd.
Indeede I haue
So much adoe to keepe my family sound
You would wonder at it: and such as are so,
They are taken vp presently. But I haue one,
Ard.
Come, let me haue her then.
Bawd.
Please you walke in, sir.
Exit Ardelio.
Enter Miscellanio.
Miscel.
Its strange there is no more attendance giuen,
To vsher in a man of my quality.
Are you the Gouernesse of this Cinqueport, Lady?
Bawd.
The fortresse, sir, is mine, and none come here,
But pay me custome.
Miscel.
Hast thou nere a Pilot,
Or man of warre to conduct a man safe
Into thy Harbour? there be roagues abroade,
Piraticall varlets that would pillage mee.
Bawd.
Very well, sir.
Miscel.
I thought at first, you would haue bard my entrance.
Bawd.
I doe not vse the fashions of those Countries,
That keepe a stranger out foure weekes at sea,
To know if hee bee sound. I make no scruple,
But giue free trastique to all Nations.
If you haue payd your due, you may put in,
There is the way, Ile follow presently.
Exit Miscellanio.
I thinke our souldiers are all come, lets in
And set the watch.
Enter Trimalchio, Capritio.
Trim.
Stay punke, make roome for vs,
That haue aduanc'd our banners to thy walls,
Past all the pikes, the perdues, and the Centries.
Tis a good Omen, whers Bellona there,
And the daughters of Mars, those braue Girles?
We are come to pay our homage to their smockes.
Bawd.
Nay, if you are vnruly, we shall tame you.
Trim.
Feare not, wee are tributaries, punke.
Bawd.
Sir, doe you speake with no more reuerence
To me? it seemes you know me not
Trim.
I shall
Endeauour to preserue thy dignity,
Art thou that braue Hyppolite, that gouernes
This troupe of Scythians? Speake, Orithya,
My Menalippe, my Antiope
Bawd.
Did you attempt but the least iniury,
There be in readines, would vindicate
The wrongs, and credit of my house.
Trim.
I know
Thy power, punke, and do submit me, punke,
Tam Marti, quam Ueneri. Tis thy Motto, punke.
Caprit.
Would I could tell how to get out againe.
Bawd.
How came you in I haue you performd all duties?
Trim.
I threw thy Cerbetus a sleepy Morsell,
And pay thy Charon for my waftage ouer.
And I haue a golden sprig for my Proserpine.
Bawd.
Then you are wel-come, sir.
Trim.
Nay I do honour
Thee, and thy house, and all thy vermine in't.
And thou dost well to stand vpon thy guard,
Spight of the statutes. Tis a Castle this,
A Fort, a Metrapolitan bawdy house.
A Cynosarges, such as Hercules
Built in the honour of his pedegree,
For entertainment of the bastard issue
Of the bold Spartan.
Bawd.
You haue sayd enough, sir.
And for requitall, I will shew you in,
Where you shall read the titles, and the prices.
Trim.
But here's a brother of mine is somewhat bashfull:
I'd faine deliuer him to thy discipline.
Bawd.
What, is he bashfull? that's a fault indeed.
Come hither, chops, you must not be so shamefac'd?
Trim.
Loe you there, sir, you shall come forth in print
March on, my Calypso, come sir, follow your colours.
You shall haue the leading of the first title.
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