 | Monsieur Thomas |  |
Scena Prima.
Enter Hylas.Hyl.
I have dog'd his Sister, sure 'twas she,
And I hope she will come back again this night too;
Sam.
I have lost of purpose; now if I can
With all the art I have, as she comes back,
But win a parley for my broken Pate,
Off goes her maiden-head, and there's vindicta.
They stir about the house, I'll stand at distance.
[Exit.
Enter Mary and Dorothy, and then Thomas and Maid.
Dor.
Is he come in?
Mary:
Speak softly,
He is, and there he goes.
Thom.
Good night, good night, Wench.
[A Bed discovered with a Black-moore in it.
Maid.
As softly as you can.
[Exit.
Thom.
I'll play the mouse, Nan,
How close the little thief lies!
Mary.
How he itches?
Dor.
What would you give now to be there, and I
At home, Mall?
Mary.
Peace for shame.
Thom.
In what a figure
The little fool has pull'd it self together!
Anon you will lye straighter;
Ha! there's rare circumstance
Belongs to such a treatise; do ye tumble?
I'll tumble with ye straight, wench: she sleeps soundly,
Full little think'st thou of thy joy that's coming,
The sweet, sweet joy, full little of the kisses,
But those unthought of things come ever happiest.
How soft the Rogue feels! O ye little Villain,
Ye delicate coy Thief, how I shall thrum ye?
Your fy away, good servant, as you are a Gentleman.
Mary:
Prithee leave laughing.
Thom.
Out upon ye, Thomas,
What do you mean to do? I'll call the house up.
O God, I am sure ye will not, shall not serve ye,
For up ye go now and ye were my father.
Maid.
Your courage will be cool'd anon.
Thom.
If it do I'll hang for't,
Yet I'le be quartered here first.
Dor.
O fierce Villain.
Ma.
What would he do indeed, Doll?
Dor.
You had best try him.
Tho.
I'll kiss thee ere I come to bed, sweet Mary.
Ma.
Prithee leave laughing.
Dor.
O for gentle Nicholas.
Tho.
And view that stormy face that has so thundred me,
A coldness crept over't now? by your leave, candle,
And next door by yours too, so, a pretty, pretty,
Shall I now look upon ye? by this light it moves me.
Ma.
Much good may it do you, Sir.
Thom.
Holy Saints defend me,
The Devil, Devil, Devil, O the Devil.
Ma., Dor.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, the Devil, O the Devil.
Thom.
I am abus'd most damnedly, most beastly,
Yet if it be a she-Devil; but the house is up,
And here's no staying longer in this Cassock.
Woman, I here disclaim thee; and in vengeance
I'll marry with that Devil, but I'll vex thee.
Ma.
By't Lady, but you shall not, Sir, I'll watch ye.
Tho.
Plague o' your Spanish leather hide: I'll waken ye;
Devil good night: good night, good Devil.
Moor.
Oh.
Thom.
Roar again, Devil, roar again.
[Exit Tho.
Moor.
O, O, Sir.
Ma.
Open the doors before him; let him vanish:
Now, let him come again, I'll use him kinder.
How now Wench?
Moor:
'Pray lye here your self next, Mistress,
And entertain your sweet-heart.
Ma.
What said he to thee?
Moor.
I had a soft Bed, and I slept out all
But his kind farewel: ye may bake me now,
For o' my conscience, he has made me Venison.
Ma.
Alas poor Kate: I'll give thee a new Petticoat.
Dor.
And I a Wastecoat, wench.
Ma.
Draw in the Bed, Maids,
And see it made again; put fresh sheets on too,
For Doll and I; come Wench, let's laugh an hour now.
To morrow, early, will we see young Cellide,
They say she has taken a Sanctuary; Love and they
Are thick sown, but come up so full of thistles.
Dor.
They must needs, Mall, for 'tis a pricking age grown,
Prithee to bed, for I am monstrous sleepy.
Mary.
A match, but art not thou thy Brother?
Dor.
I would I were, Wench,
You should hear further.
Ma.
Come, no more of that, Doll.
[Exeunt.
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