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The fourth Scœne.
To her George, Tapster, Porter.Now wench, is all ready?
Bella.
I have pack't her up in't, like a Bartholmew-babie
in a boxe. I warrant you for hurting her.
Geo.
'Tis a good wench. I'le give thee a new gowne
for it.
Bella.
I thanke you sir. When you are weary of my mistris,
and cast her off (as I know you must have change) you
shall have my maiden-head at the same rate if you please:
I'le keepe it for you.
Geo.
'Tis a bargaine.
Bella.
But two words to it. Pray sir use her nere the
worse for my promise.
Geo.
The better. I'le turne her off within this fortnight,
and send for thee.
Bella.
Oh sir, 'tis not fit a servant should shift her Mistris
trencher before the bones are cleane pick't. You have
flesh enough to hold out a moneth.
Geo.
It shall be a moneth then?
Tapst.
Be carefull Porter of your carriage.
Port.
Married? that I am to a freemans widdow, and I
weare the Citie-Armes by her first husbands copie.
Geo.
The Porter is deafe sure.
Bella.
Pray sir let me aske you one quesiion.
Geo.
Quickly then.
Bella.
How many maiden-heads have you bought thus?
Some nineteene with thy mistrisses.
Bella.
Pray sir, let mine make up the score: an even
reckoning.
Geo.
It shall, it shall: heere's for thee Robin.
Tapst.
The trunck is worth more sir, besides the feathers
that are in it. But to doe you a pleasure.
Geo.
Helpe dim downe stayres with it.
Tapst.
Heer's a Totenham-Court project translated over
the water from Holland.
Geo.
Farewell wench.
Exeunt.
Bella.
Adue good sir, with your faire bed-fellow that
must bee.
Would straine my heart-strings to pitch of laughter,
And make my spleene dance. But his losse hath kill'd
All sense of joy.
Ciceley returnes.
Cice.
Now Mistris, what thinke you of it?
Have I not tane a course to punish lust?
At least wise with disgrace. Though custome calls
Those actions onely honest, that are glorious
In publique fame; yet sometimes to dissemble
An ill that's not intended, when the end
Hath cleer'd it to opinion, it attaines
The greater praise.
Bella.
Indeed, I must confesse
My feares possest me strongly you were noughe:
Nor is suspition grounded on due circumstance
To be accounted ill. But now my knowledge
Instructs me better to commend your vertue;
And steere mine owne course by the faire example
Of your discretion, were the like attempted
Vpon my chastity.
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