 | A Pleasant Comedy, Called :The Case is Altered |  |
Scæne 3.
Enter Aurelia, Phœnixella.Avre.
Roome for a case of matrons coloured blacke,
How motherly my mothers death hath made vs?
I would I had some girles now to bring vp;
O I could make a wench so vertuous,
She should say grace to euery bit of meate,
And gape no wider then a wafers thicknesse:
And she should make French cursies, so most low,
That euery touch should turne her ouer backward.
Phœni.
Sister, these words become not your attire,
Nor your estate: our vertuous mothers death
Should print more deepe effects of sorrow in vs,
Then may be worne out in so little time.
Aure.
Sister, faith you take too much Tobacco,
It makes you blacke within, as y' are without.
What true-stich sister? both your sides alike?
Be of a sleighter worke: for of my word,
You shall be sold as deere or rather deerer?
Will you be bound to customes and to rites?
Shed profitable teares, weepe for aduantage;
Or else, do all things, as you are enclynd,
Hate when your stomacke serues (saith the Physitian)
Not at eleuen and sixe. So if your humour
Be now affected with this heauinesse.
In this my pleasurable appetite,
It is Præcisianisme to alter that
With austere iudgement, that is giuen by nature.
I wept you saw too, when my mother dyed:
For then I found it easier to do so,
And fitter with my moode, then not to weepe.
But now tis otherwise, another time
Perhaps I shall haue such deepe thoughts of her,
That I shall weepe a fresh, some tweluemonth hence,
And I will weepe, if I be so disposd,
And put on blacke, as grimly then, as now;
Let the minde go still with the bodies stature,
Iudgement is fit for Iudges, giue me nature.
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