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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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Enter Anthonio, Georgio, a poore Scholler.
Astol.

An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the nation
haue running heads.


Exchange Walke.
Lod.

Nay Carolo, this is more strange, I ha bin in France,
theres few of them: Mary, England they count a warme
chimny corner, and there they swarme like Crickets to the
creuice of a Brew-house; but Sir, in England I haue noted
one thing.


Omnes.

What's that, what's that of England?


Lod.

Mary this Sir, what's he yonder?


Bert.

A poore fellow would speake with my Lord.


Lod.

In England, Sir, troth I euer laugh when I thinke
on't: to see a whole Nation should be mark't i'th forehead,
as a man may say, with one Iron: why Sir, there all Costermongers
are Irishmen.


Caro.

Oh, that's to show their Antiquity, as comming
from Eue, who was an Apple-wife, and they take after the
Mother.


Omnes.

Good, good, ha, ha.


Lod.

Why then, should all your Chimny-sweepers likewise
be Irishmen? answer that now, come, your wit.




Caro.

Faith, that's soone answered, for S. Patricke you
know keepes Purgatory, hee makes the fire, and his
Country-men could doe nothing, if they cannot sweepe the
Chimnies.


Omnes.

Good agen.


Lod.

Then, Sir, haue you many of them (like this fellow)
(especially those of his haire) Footmen to Noblemen and others,
and the Knaues are very faithfull where they loue, by
my faith very proper men many of them, and as actiue as
the cloudes, whirre, hah.


Omnes.

Are they so?


Lod.

And stout! exceeding stout; Why, I warrant, this
precious wild Villaine, if hee were put to't, would fight
more desperately then sixteene Dunkerkes.


Asto.

The women they say are very faire.


Lod.

No, no, our Country Bona Robaes, oh! are the sugrest
delicious Rogues.


Asto.

Oh, looke, he has a feeling of them.


Lod.

Not I, I protest, there's a saying when they commend
Nations: It goes, the Irishman for his hand, Welshman
for a leg, the Englishman for a face, the Dutchman for
beard.


Fron.
I faith, they may make swabbers of them.

Lod.
The Spaniards, let me see, for a little foot (I take it) the
Frenchman, what a pox hath he? and so of the rest.
Are they at breakfast yet? come walke.

Ast.
This Lodouico, is a notable tounged fellow.

Fron.
Discourses well.

Berc.
And a very honest Gentleman.

Asto.
Oh! hee's well valued by my Lord.