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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 | The second part of the honest whore, with the hvmors of the Patient Man, the Impatient Wife |  |
Duke
Stay, stay, what's he? a prisoner?
Const.
Yes, my Lord.
Hip.
He seemes a Soldier?
Bots.
I am what I seeme, Sir, one of Fortunes Bastards, a
Soldier, and a Gentleman, and am brought in here with
Master Constables band of Bilmen, because they face mee
downe that I liue (like those that keepe Bowling-alleyes)
by the sinnes of the people, in being a Squire of the body.
Hip.
Oh, an Apple-squire.
Bots.
Yes, sir, that degree of scuruy Squiers, and that I am
maintained by the best part that is commonly in a woman,
by the worst players of those parts, but I am knowne to all
this company.
Lod.
My Lord, 'tis true, we all know him, 'tis Lieutenant
Bots.
Duke
Bots, and where ha you serued, Bots?
Bots.
In most of your hottest Seruices in the Low-countries:
at the Groyne I was wounded in this thigh, and halted
vpon't, but 'tis now sound. In Cleueland I mist but little,
hauing the bridge of my nose broken downe with two
great stones, as I was scaling a Fort: I ha beene tryed, Sir,
too, in Gelderland, and scap'd hardly there from being blown
vp at a Breach: I was fired, and lay i'th Surgeons hands
for't, till the fall of the leafe following.
Hip.
All this may be, and yet you no Soldier.
Bots.
No Soldier, sir? I hope these are Seruices that your
proudest Commanders doe venture vpon, and neuer come
off sometimes.
Duke
Well, sir, because you say you are a Soldier,
Ile vse you like a Gentleman: make roome there,
Plant him amongst you, we shall haue anon
Strange Hawkes flie here before vs: if none light on you,
You shall with freedome take your flight:
Wee'll vse you like such Birds, here you shall sing.
Bots.
I wish to be tried at no other weapon.
Duke
Why, is he furnisht with those implyments?
1. Master.
The Pander is more dangerous to a State,
Then is the common Thiefe, and tho our lawes
Lie heauier on the Thiefe, yet that the Pander
May know the Hangmans ruffe should fit him too,
Therefore he's set to beat Hempe.
Duke
This does sauour
Of Iustice, basest Slaues to basest labour.
Now pray, set open Hell, and let vs see
The Shee-Deuils that are here.
Infæ.
Me thinkes this place
Should make euen Lais honest.
1. Master.
Some it turnes good,
But (as some men whose hands are once in blood,
Doe in a pride spill more) so, some going hence,
Are (by being here) lost in more impudence:
Let it not to them (when they come) appeare,
That any one does as their Judge sit here:
But that as Gentlemen you come to see,
And then perhaps their tongues will walke more free.
Duke
Let them be marshall'd in: be couerd all,
Fellowes, now to make the Sceane more Comicall.
Car.
Will not you be smelt out, Bots.
Bots.
No, your brauest whores haue the worst noses.
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