 | The Honest Whore, With The Humours of the Patient Man, and the Longing Wife |  |
SCENA 8.
Enter a Bawd and Roger.Bawd.
O Roger, Roger, where's your mistris, wher's your
mistris? there's the finest, neatest Gentleman at my house,
but newly come ouer: O where is she, where is she, where
is she?
Rog.
My mistris is abroad, but not amongst em: my mistris
is not the whore now that you take her for.
Baw.
How? is she not a whore? do you go about to take
away her good name, Roger? you are a fine Pandar indeed.
Rog.
I tell you, Madona Finger-locke, I am not sad for
nothing, I ha not eaten one good meale this three & thirty
dayes: I had wont to get sixteene pence by fetching a
pottle of Hypocras: but now those dayes are past: we had
as good doings, Madona Finger-locke, she within dores and
I without, as any poore yong couple in Millain.
Baw.
Gods my life, and is she chang'd now?
Rog.
I ha lost by her squeamishnesse, more then would
haue builded 12. bawdy houses.
[Baw.]
And had she no time to turn honest but now? what a vile
woman is this? twenty pound a night, Ile be sworne, Roger,
in good gold and no siluer: why here was a time, if she
should ha pickt out a time, it could not be better! gold ynough
stirring; choyce of men, choyce of haire, choyce of
beards, choyce of legs, and choyce of euery, euery, euery
thing: it cannot sink into my head, that she should be such
an Asse, Roger, I neuer beleeue it.
Rog.
Here comes now.
Enter Bellafronte.
Baw.
O sweet Madona, on with your loose gowne, your
felt & your feather, there's the sweetest, proprest, gallantest
Gentleman at my house, he smells all of Muske & Amber
greece, his pocketfull of Crownes, flame-colourd dublet,
red satin hose, Carnation silk stockins, and a leg and a body,
oh!
Hence, thou our sexes monster, poysonous Bawd,
Lusts Factor, and damnations Orator,
Gossip of hell, were all the Harlots sinnes
Which the whole world conteynes, numbred together,
Thine farre exceeds them all; of all the creatures
That euer were created, thou art basest:
What serpent would beguile thee of thy Office?
It is detestable: for thou liu'st
Vpon the dregs of Harlots, guard'st the dore,
Whilst couples goe to dauncing: O course deuill!
Thou art the bastards curse, thou brandst his birth,
The lechers French disease; for thou dry-suckst him:
The Harlots poyson, and thine owne confusion.
Baw.
Mary come vp with a pox, haue you nobody to
raile against, but your Bawd now?
Bel.
And you, Knaue Pandar, kinsman to a Bawd.
Rog.
You and I Madona, are Cozens.
Bel.
Of the same bloud and making, neere allyed,
Thou, that slaue to sixpence, base-mettald villayne.
Rog.
Sixpence? nay that's not so; I neuer took vnder two
shillings foure pence, I hope I know my fee.
Bel.
I know not against which most to inueigh:
For both of you are damnd so equally.
Thou neuer spar'st for oathes: swearst any thing,
As if thy soule were made of shoe-leather.
Goddam me, Gentleman, if she be within,
When in the next roome she's found dallying.
Rog.
If it be my vocation to sweare, euery man in his vocation:
I hope my betters sweare and dam themselues, and
why should not I?
Bel.
Roger, you cheat kind gentlemen?
Rog.
The more gulls they.
Bel.
Slaue, I casheere thee.
Baw.
And you do cashe ere him, he shalbe entertaynd.
Rog.
Shall I? then blurt a your seruice.
Bel.
As hell would haue it, entertaynd by you!
I dare the deuill himselfe to match those two.
Exit.
Baw.
Mary gup, are you growne so holy, so pure, so honest
with a pox?
Scuruy honest Punck! But stay Madona, how must
our agreement be now? for you know I am to haue all the
commings in at the hall dore, & you at the chamber dore.
Ba.
True
Rog.
except my vailes.
Rog.
Vailes, what vailes?
Ba.
Why as thus, if a couple come in a Coach, & light to
lie down a little, then Roger, thats my fee, & you may walk
abroad; for the Coach man himselfe is their Pandar.
Ro.
Is a so? in truth I haue almost forgot, for want of exercise:
But how if I fetch this Citizens wife to that Gull, &
that Madona to that Gallant, how then?
Ba.
Why then, Roger, you are to haue sixpence a lane,
so many lanes, so many sixpences.
Ro.
Ist so? thē I see we two shall agree and liue together.
Ba.
I Roger, so long as there be any Tauernes and bawdy
houses in Millain.
Exeunt.
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