 | The City-Madam |  |
Actus quartus
Scena prima.
Enter Dingem, Gettall, and Holdfast.Dingem.
Not speak with him? with fear survey me better,
Thou figure of famine.
Gettal.
Comming, as we do,
From his quondam patrons, his dear Ingles now,
The brave spark Tradewell.
Dingem.
And the man of men
In the service of a woman, gallant Goldwire.
Enter Luke.
Holdfast.
I know'em for his prentices without
These flourishes. Here are rude fellows Sir.
Dingem.
Not yours, you rascall?
Holdfast.
No, Don pimp: you may seek'em
In Bridewell, or the hole, here are none of your comrogues.
Luke.
One of 'em looks as he would cut my throat:
Your businesse, friends?
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I'le fetch a constable,
Let him answer him in the Stocks.
Dingem.
Stir and thou dar'st.
Fright me with Bridewell and the Stocks? they are flea-bitings
I am familiar with.
Luke.
Pray you put up.
And sirrah hold your peace.
Dingem.
Thy words a law,
And I obey. Live scrape-shoo, and be thankfull.
Thou man of muck, and money, for as such
I now salute thee. The Suburbian gamsters
Have heard thy fortunes, and I am in person
sent to congratulate.
Gettal.
The news hath reach'd
The ordinaries, and all the gamsters are
Ambitious to shake the golden golls
Of worshipfull Mr. Luke. I come from Tradewell
Your fine facetious factor
Dingem.
I from Goldwire.
He and his Hellen have prepar'd a banquet
With the appurtenances to entertain thee,
For I must whisper in thine ear, thou art
To be her Paris, but bring mony with thee
To quit old scores.
Gettall.
Blind chance hath frown'd upon
Brave Tradewell. Hee's blown up, but not without
Hope of recovery, so you supply him
With a good round sum. In my house I can assure you
There's half a million stirring.
Luke.
What hath he lost?
Gettal.
Three hundred.
Luke.
A trifle.
Gettall.
Make it up a thousand,
And I will fit him with such tools as shall
Bring in a miriad.
Luke.
They know me well,
Nor need you use such circumstances for'em.
What's mine is theirs. They are my friends, not servants;
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The speeding means. Your name, I pray you?
Gett.
Gettall;
I have been many years an Ordinary-keeper,
My Box my poor Revenue.
Luke.
Your name suits well
With your profession. Bid him bear up, he shall not
Sit long on pennilesse-bench.
Gettall.
There spake an Angel.
Luke.
You know Mistris Shave'm?
Gettall.
The Pontifical Punk.
Luke.
The same. Let him meet me there some two hours hence,
And tell Tom Goldwire I will then be with him,
Furnish'd beyond his hopes, and let your Mistris
Appear in her best trim.
Dinge'm.
She will make thee young,
Old Æson. She is ever furnish'd with
Medæas Drugs, Restoratives. I flie
To keep 'em sober till thy worship come,
They will be drunk with joy else.
Gettall.
I'le run with you.
Exeunt Ding'em and Gettall.
Holdfast.
You will not do as you say, I hope.
Luke.
Inquire not,
I shall do what becoms me—to the door.
Knocking.
New Visitants: What are they?
Holdfast.
A whole batch, Sir,
Almost of the same leaven: your needy Debtors,
Penury, Fortune, Hoyst.
Luke.
They come to gratulate
The fortune fall'n upon me.
Holdfast.
Rather, Sir,
Like the others, to prey on you.
Luke.
I am simple,
They know my good nature. But let 'em in however.
Holdf.
All will come to ruine, I see beggery
Already knocking at the door. You may enter—
But use a conscience, and do not work upon
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'Twill shew like charitie in you.
Enter Fortune, Penury and Hoyst.
Luke.
Welcome Friends:
I know your hearts, and wishes; you are glad
You have chang'd your Creditor.
Penury.
I weep for joy
To look upon his Worships face.
Fortune.
His Worships?
I see Lord Major written on his forehead;
The Cap of Maintenance, and Citie Sword
Born up in state before him.
Hoyst.
Hospitals,
And a third Burse erected by his Honour.
Penury.
The Citie Poet on the Pageant-day
Preferring him before Gresham.
Hoyst.
All the Conduits
Spouting Canary Sack.
Fortune.
Not a prisoner left,
Under ten pounds.
Penury.
We his poor Beads-men feasting
Our neighbours on his bounty.
Luke.
May I make good
Your prophecies, gentle friends, as I'le indeavour
To the utmost of my power.
Holdf.
Yes, for one year,
And break the next.
Luke.
You are ever prating, Sirrha:
Your present businesse, friends?
Fortune.
Were your brother present,
Mine had been of some consequence; but now
The power lies in your Worships hand, 'tis little,
And will I know, as soon as ask'd, be granted.
Luke.
'Tis very probable.
Fortune.
The kind forbearance
Of my great debt, by your means, heav'n prais'd for't,
Hath rais'd my sunk estate. I have two Ships,
Which I long since gave lost, above my hopes
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Luke.
Where are they?
Fortune.
Near Gravesend.
Luke.
I am truly glad of't.
Fortune.
I find your worships charity, and dare swear so.
Now may I have your licence, as I know
With willingnesse I shall, to make the best
Of the commodities, though you have execution,
And after judgment against all that's mine,
As my poor body, I shall be enabl'd
To make payment of my debts to all the world,
And leave my self a competence.
Luke.
You much wrong me,
If you onely doubt it. Yours Mr. Hoyst.
Hoyst.
'Tis the surrendring back the morgage of
My lands, and on good tearms, but three daies patience;
By an Uncles death I have means left to redeem it,
And cancell all the forfeited Bonds I seal'd too
In my riots to the Merchant, for I am
Resolv'd to leave off play, and turn good husband.
Luke.
A good intent, and to be cherish'd in you.
Yours Penury.
Penury.
My state stands as it did, Sir;
What I ow'd I ow, but can pay nothing to you.
Yet if you please to trust me with ten pounds more,
I can buy a commoditie of a Sayler
Will make me a freeman. There Sir is his name;
And the parcels I am to deal for.
Gives him a paper.
Luke.
You are all so reasonable
In your demands, that I must freely grant 'em.
Some three hours hence meet me on the Exchange,
You shall be amply satisfi'd.
Penury.
Heaven preserve you.
Fortune.
Happie were London if within her walls
She had many such rich men.
Exeunt Fortune, Hoyst. and Penury.
Luke.
No more, now leave me;
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I have much to do.
Holdfast.
And I something to say
Would you give me hearing.
Luke.
At my better leasure
'Till my return, look well unto the Indians.
In the mean time do you as this directs you.
Exeunt
Scena secunda.
Enter Goldwire, Tradewell. Shavem, Secret, Gettal, and Dingem.Goldwire.
All that is mine is theirs. Those were his words
Dingem.
I am authenticall.
Tradewell.
And that I should not
Sit long on pennilesse bench.
Gettall.
But suddainly start up
A gamster at the height, and cry at all.
Shavem.
And did he seem to have an inclination
To toy with me?
Dingem.
He wish'd you would put on
Your best habiliments, for he resolv'd
To make a joviall day on't.
Goldwire.
Hug him close wench,
And thou may'st eat gold, and amber. I wel know him
For a most insatiate drabber. He hath given,
Before he spent his own estate, which was
Nothing to the huge masse hee's now possess'd of,
A hundred pound a leap.
Shavem.
Hell take my Doctor,
He should have brought me some fresh oyl of Talk,
These Ceruses are common.
Secret.
Troth sweet Lady,
The colours are well laid on.
Goldwire.
And thick enough,
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Shavem.
Do you so, Jack sauce.
I'le keep'em further of.
Goldwire.
But be assur'd first
Of a new mainteiner e're you cashire the old one.
But bind him fast by thy sorceries, and thou shalt
Be my revenue; the whole colledge study,
The reparation of thy ruin'd face;
Thou shalt have thy proper and bald-headed Coach-man;
Thy Tailor, and Embroiderer shall kneel
To thee their Idoll. Cheap-side and the Exchange
shall court thy custome, and thou shalt forget
There ever was a Saint Martins. Thy procurer
Shall be sheath'd in Velvet, and a reverend Vail
Passe her for a grave Matron. Have an eie to the door,
And let lowd musick when this Monarch enters
Proclaim his entertainment.
Dinge'm.
That's my office.
Cornets flor.
The Consort's ready.
Enter Luke.
Tradewell.
And the god of pleasure
Mr. Luke our Comus enters.
Goldwire.
Set your face in order,
I will prepare him. Live I to see this day,
And to acknowledge you my royal master?
Tradewell.
Let the iron Chests flie open, and the gold
Rusty for want of use appear again.
Gettall.
Make my ordinary flourish.
Shave'm.
Welcom, Sir,
To your own Palace.
Musick.
Goldwire.
Kisse your Cleopatra,
And shew your self in your magnificent bounties
A second Anthony.
Dinge'm.
All the Nine Worthies.
Secret.
Variety of pleasures wait on you.
And a strong back.
Luke.
Give me leave to breath, I pray you.
I am astonish'd! all this preparation
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To feed my appetite.
All.
We are all your creatures.
Luke.
A house well furnish'd.
Goldwire.
At your own cost, Sir,
Glad I the Instrument. I prophecied
You should possesse what now you do, and therefore
Prepar'd it for your pleasure. There's no ragg
This Venus wears, but on my knowledge was
Deriv'd from your brothers Cash. The Lease of the house
And Furniture, cost near a thousand, Sir.
Shave'm.
But now you are master both of it and me.
I hope you'l build elswhere.
Luke.
And see you plac'd
Fair one to your desert. As I live, friend Tradewell,
I hardly knew you, your cloaths so wel become you.
What is your losse; speak truth?
Tradewell.
300, Sir.
Gettall.
But on a new supply he shall recover
The summe told twenty times o're.
Shav'm.
There is a banket,
And after that a soft Couch that attends you.
Luke.
I couple not in the day-light. Expectation
Heightens the pleasure of the night, my sweet one
Your musick's harsh, discharge it: I have provided
A better Consort, and you shall frollick it
In another place.
Cease musick.
Goldw.
But have you brought gold, and store Sir?
Tradew.
I long to wear the Caster.
Goldw.
I to appear
In a fresh habit.
Shave'm.
My Mercer and my Silkman
Waited me two hours since.
Luke.
I am no Porter
To carrie so much gold as will supply
Your vaste desires, but I have ta'ne order for you,
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You shall have what is fitting, and they come here
will see it perform'd. Do your offices: You have
My Lord Chief Justices Warrant for't.
Sheriff.
Seize 'em all.
Shave'm.
The Citie-Marshal!
Goldwire.
And the Sheriff. I know him.
Secret.
We are betray'd.
Dinge'm.
Undone.
Gettall.
Dear M. Luke.
Goldwire.
You cannot be so cruel: your perswasion
Chid us into these courses, oft repeating,
Shew your selvs City-sparks, and hang up mony.
Luke.
True, when it was my brothers I contemn'd it,
But now it is mine own, the case is alter'd.
Tradewel.
Will you prove your self a divel? tempt us to mischief,
And then discover it.
Luke.
Argue that hereafter.
In the mean time, M. Goldwire, you that made
Your ten pound suppers; kep't your puncks at livery
In Brainford, Stanes, and Barnet; and this in London.
Held correspondence with your fellow-cashers,
Ka me, ka thee; And knew in your accompts
To cheat my brother, if you can evade me,
If there be law in London your fathers Bonds
Shall answer for what you are out.
Goldwire.
You often told us
It was a bug-bear.
Luke.
Such a one as shall fright'em
Out of their estates to make me satisfaction,
To the utmost scruple. And for you Madam,
My Cleopatra, by your own confession
Your house, and all your movables are mine;
Nor shall you, nor your Matron need to trouble
Your Mercer, or your Silkman; a blew gown,
And a whip to boot, as I will handle it
Will serve the turnu in Bridewell, and these soft hands,
When they are inur'd to beating hemp, be scour'd
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Powders, and bitter almonds.
Shavem, Secret, Dingem.
Will you shew no mercy?
Luke.
I am inexorable.
Gettall.
I'le make bold
To take my leave, the gamsters stay my comming.
Luke.
We must not part so, gentle M. Gettal.
Your box, your certain in-com, must pay back
Three hundred as I take it, or you lie by it.
There's half a million stirring in your house,
This a poor trifle. Mr. Shriefe, and M. Marshall
On your perills do your offices.
Goldwire.
Dost thou crie now
Like a maudlin gamster after loss? I'le suffer
Like a Roman, and now in my miserie,
In scorn of all thy wealth, to thy teeth tell thee
Thou wer't my pander.
Luke.
Shall I hear this from
My prentice?
Marshall.
Stop his mouth.
Sheriffe.
Away with'em.
Exeunt Sheriffe, Marshal, and the rest
Luke.
A prosperous omen in my entrance to
My alter'd nature. These house-thievs remov'd,
And what was lost, beyond my hopes recover'd,
Will add unto my heap. Increase of wealth
Is the rich mans ambition, and mine
Shall know no bounds. The valiant Macedon
Having in his conceit subdu'd one world,
Lamented that there were no more to conquer:
in my way he shall be my great example.
And when my private house in cram'd abundance
Shall prove the chamber of the City poor,
And Genoways banquers shall look pāle with envy
When I am mention'd, I shall grieve there is
No more to be exhausted in one Kingdome.
Religion, conscience, charity, farewell.
To me you are words onely, and no more,
All humane happinesse consists in store.
Exit.
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Scena tertia.
Enter Serjeants, Fortune, Hoyst, Penurie.Fortune.
At M. Lukes suite? the action twenty thousand?
1 Serjeant.
With two or three executions, which shall grind
You to powder when we have you in the Counter.
Fortune.
Thou dost belie him varlet. He, good gentleman,
Will weep when he hears how we are us'd.
1 Serjeant.
Yes milstones.
Penurie.
He promis'd to lend me ten pound for a bargain,
He will not do it this way.
2 Serjeant.
I have warrant
For what I have done. You are a poor fellow,
And there being little to be got by you,
In charity, as I am an officer,
I would not have seen you, but upon compulsion,
And for mine own security.
3 Serjeant.
You are a gallant,
And I do you a courtesie; provided
That you have mony. For a piece an hour
I'le keep you in the house, till you send for bail.
2 Serjeant.
In the mean time yeoman run to the other Counter,
And search if there be ought else out against him.
3 Serjant.
That Done, haste to his creditors. Hee's a prize,
And as we are City pirates by our oaths,
We must make the best on't.
Hoyst.
Do your worst, I care not.
I'le be remov'd to the Fleet, and drink and drabbe there
In spite of your teeth. I now repent I ever
Intended to be honest
Enter Luke.
3 Serjeant.
Here he comes
You had best tell so.
Fortune.
Worshipfull Sir,
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I know you gave no way to't.
Penurie.
Or if you did,
'Twas but to try our patience.
Hoyst.
I must tell you
I do not like such trialls.
Luke.
Are you Serjeants
Acquainted with the danger of a rescue,
Yet stand here prating in the street. The Counter
Is a safer place to parly in.
Fortune.
Are you in earnest?
Luke.
Yes faith, I will be satsfi'd to a token,
Or build upon't you rott there.
Fortune.
Can a gentleman,
Of your soft and silken temper, speak such language?
Penurie.
So honest, so religious.
Hoyst.
That preach'd
So much of charity for us to your brother?
Luke.
Yes when I was in poverty it shew'd well,
But I inherite with his state, his minde,
And rougher nature. I grant, then I talk'd
For some ends to my self conceal'd, of pitie,
The poor mans orisons; and such like nothing.
But what I thought you all shall feel, and with rigor.
Kind M. Luke saies it. who paies for your attendance?
Do you wait gratis?
Fortune.
Hear us speak.
Luke.
While I,
Like the Adder stop mine ears. Or did I listen,
Though you spake with the tongues of Angels to me
I am not to be alter'd.
Fortune.
Let me make the best
Of my shippes, and their fraight.
Penurie.
Lend me the ten pounds you promis'd.
Hoyst.
A day or two's patience to redeem my morgage,
And you shall be satisfi'd.
Fortune.
To the utmost farthing.
Luke.
I'le shew some mercie; which is, that I will not
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What you shall trust to. Your Ships to my use
Are seized on. I have got into my hands
Your bargains from the Sailor, 'twas a good one
For such a petty summ. I will likewise take
The extremity of your Morgage, and the forfeit
Of your several Bonds, the use, and principle
Shall not serve. Think of the basket, wretches,
And a Coal-sack for a winding-sheet.
Fortune.
Broker.
Hoyst.
Iew.
Fortune.
Imposer.
Hoyst.
Cut-throat.
Fortune.
Hypocrite.
Luke.
Do, rayle on.
Move mountaines with your breath, it shakes not me.
Penurie.
On my knees I beg compassion. my wife and children
Shall hourly pray for your worship.
Fortune.
Mine betake thee
To the Devil thy tutor.
Penurie.
Look upon my tears.
Hoyst.
My rage.
Fortune.
My wrongs.
Luke.
They are all a like to me.
Intreats, curses, prayers, or imprecations.
Exit Luke.
Doe your duties Serjants, I am else where look'd for.
3. Serjant.
This your kind creditor?
2. Serjant.
A vast villan rather.
Penurie.
See, see, the Serjeants pitie us. Yet hee's marble.
Hoist.
Buried alive!
Fortune.
There's no meanes to avoid it.
Exeunt.
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Scena quarta.
Enter Holdfast, Stargaze, and Milliscent.Stargaze.
Not waite upon my Lady?
Holdfast.
Nor come at her,
You finde it not in your Alminack.
Milliscent.
Nor I have licence
To bring her breakfast.
Holdfast.
My new master hath
Decreed this for a fasting day. She hath feasted long
And after a carnivale Lent ever follows.
Milliscent.
Give me the key of her ward-robe. You'l repent this:
I must know what Gown shee'l wear;
Holdfast.
You are mistaken,
Dame president of the sweet meates. shee and her daughters
Are turn'd Philosophers, and must carry all.
Their wealth about em. They have cloaths lai'd in their chamber,
If they please to put em on, and without help too,
Or they may walk naked. You look M. Stargaze
As you had seen a strange comet, and had now foretold,
The end of the world, and on what day. And you,
As the wasps had broke into the galley-pots,
And eaten up your Apricocks.
Within Lady.
Stargazer. Milliscent.
Milliscent.
My Ladyes voice.
Holdfast.
Stir not, you are confin'd here.
Your Ladiship may approach them if you please,
But they are bound in this circle.
Within Lady.
Mine own bees
Rebell against me. When my kind brother knows this
I will be so reveng'd.
Holdfast.
The world's well alterd.
Hee's your kind brother now. but yesterday
Your slave and jesting-stock.
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Milliscent.
What witch hath transform'd you?
Starg.
Is this the glorious shape your cheating brother
Promis'd you should appear in?
Milliscent.
My young Ladies
In buffin gowns, and green aprons! tear'em off,
Rather shew all then be seen thus.
Holdfast.
'Tis more comly
I wis then their other whim-whams.
Millis.
A french hood too;
Now 'tis out of fashion, a fools cap would shew better
Lady.
We are fool'd indeed, by whose command are we us'd thus?
Enter Luke.
Holds.
Here he comes that can best resolve you.
Lady.
O good brother!
Do you thus preserve your protestation to me?
Can Queens envy this habit? or did Juno
E're feast in such a shape?
Anne.
You talk'd of Hebe,
Of Iris, and I know not what; but were they
Dres'd as we are; They were sure some Chandlers daughters
Bleaching linnen in Moor-fields.
Mary.
Or Exchange-wenches,
Comming from eating pudding-pies on a Sunday
At Pemlico, or Islington.
Luke.
Save you Sister.
I now dare style you so: you were before
Too glorious to be look'd on; now you appear
Like a City Matron, and my pretty Neeces
Such things as were born, and bred there. Why should you ape
The fashions of Court-Ladies? whose high titles
And pedegrees of long descent, give warrant
For their superfluous braverie? 'twas monstrous:
Till now you ne're look'd lovely.
Lady.
Is this spoken
In scorn?
Luke.
Fie, no, with judgment. I make good
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In your own naturall shapes, and stand resolv'd
You shall continue so.
Lady.
It is confess'd Sir.
Luke.
Sir! Sirrah. Use your old phrase, I can bear it.
Lady.
That if you please forgotten. We acknowledge
We have deserv'd ill from you, yet despair not;
Though we are at your disposure, you'l maintain us
Like your brothers wife, and daughters.
Luke.
'Tis my purpose.
Lady.
And not make us ridiculous.
Luke.
Admir'd rather,
As fair examples for our proud City dames,
And their proud brood to imitate: do not frown
If you do, I laugh, and glory that I have
The power in you to scourge a generall vice,
And rise up a new Satyrist: but hear gently,
And in a gentle phrase I'le reprehend
Your late disguis'd deformity, and cry up
This decency, and neatnesse, with th'advantage
You shall receive by't.
Lady.
We are bound to hear you.
Luke.
With a soul inclin'd to learn. Your father was
An honest Country farmer. Good-man Humble,
By his neighbours ne're call'd master. Did your pride
Descend from him? but let that passe: your fortune,
Or rather your husbands industry, advanc'd you
To the rank of a Merchants wife. He made a Knight,
And your sweet mistris-ship, Ladyfi'd; you wore
Sattin on solemn days, a chain of gold,
A Velvet hood, rich borders, and somtimes
A dainty Miniver cap, a silver pin
Headed with a pearl worth three-pence, and thus far
You were priviledg'd, and no man envi'd it,
It being for the Cities honour, that
There should be a distinction between
The Wife of a Patritian, and Plebean.
Millis.
Pray you leave preaching, or choose some other text;
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Your auditory weep.
Luke.
Peace, chattering Mag-pie,
I'le treat of you anon: but when the height
And dignity of Londons blessings grew
Contemptible, and the name Lady Maioress
Became a by-word, and you scorn'd the means
By which you were rais'd, my brothers fond indulgence
Giving the reigns too't; and no object pleas'd you
But the glittering pomp, and bravery of the Court.
What a strange, nay monstrous Metamorphosis follow'd!
No English workman then could please your fancy;
The French, and Tuscan dresse your whole discourse;
This Baud to prodigality entertain'd
To buz into your ears, what shape this Countesse
Appear'd in the last mask; and how it drew
The young Lords eyes upon her; and this usher
Succeeded in the eldest prentices place
To walk before you.
Lady.
Pray you end.
Holdfast.
Proceed Sir,
I could fast almost a prentiship to hear you.
You touch'em so to the quick.
Luke.
Then as I said,
The reverend hood cast off, your borrow'd hair
Powder'd, and curl'd, was by your dressers art
Form'd like a Coronet, hang'd with diamonds,
And the richest Orient pearl: Your Carkanets
That did adorn your neck of equall value:
Your Hungerland bands, and Spanish quellio russes:
Great Lords and Ladies feasted to survey
Embroider'd petticoats: and sicknesse fain'd
That your night rayls of forty pounds a piece
Might be seen with envy of the visitants;
Rich pantables in ostentation shown,
And roses worth a family; you were serv'd in plate;
Stir'd not a foot without your Coach. And going
To Church not for devotion, but to shew
Your pomp, you were tickl'd when the beggars cry'd
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Paid to a painted room.
Holdfast.
Nay, you have reason
To blubber all of you
Luke.
And when you lay
In child-bed, at the Christning of this minx,
I well remember it, as you had been
An absolute princess, since they have no more,
Three severall chambers hung. The first with Arras,
And that for waiters; the second Crimson Sattin
For the meaner sort of guests; the third of Skarlet,
Of the rich Tirian dy; a Canopie
To cover the brats cradle: you in state
Like Pompie's Julia.
Lady.
No more I pray you.
Luke.
Of this be sure you shall not. I'le cut off
What ever is exorbitant in you,
Whil'st the Act Plays, the Footstep, little Table, and Arras hung up for the Musicians.
Or in your Daughters and reduce you to
Your naturall forms, and habits: not in revenge
Of your base usage of me, but to fright
Others by your example: 'Tis decree'd
You shall serve one another, for I will
Allow no waiter to you. Out of doors
With these uselest drones,
Holdfast.
Will you pack?
Milliscent.
Not till I have
My truncks along with me.
Luke.
Not a rag, you came
Hither without a box.
Stargaze.
You'l shew to me
I hope Sir more compassion.
Holdfast.
'Troth I'le be
Thus far a suitor for him. He hath printed
An Almanack for this year at his own charge,
Let him have th'impression with him to set up with.
Luke.
For once I'le be intreated: let it be
Thrown to him out of the window.
Stargaze.
O cursed Stars
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Your poor observer.
Anne.
Must we part in tears?
Mary.
Farewell, good Milliscent.
Lady.
I am sick, and meet with
A rough Physician. O my pride! and scorn!
How justly am I punish'd!
Mary.
Now we suffer
For our stubbornnesse and disobedience
To our good father.
Anne.
And the base conditions,
We impos'd upon our Suitors.
Luke.
Get you in,
And Catterwall in a corner.
Lady.
There's no contending.
Lady, Anne. Mary, go off at one door; Stargaze and Millise. at the other.
Luke.
How lik'st thou my carriage, Holdfast?
Holdfast.
Well in some part,
But it rellishes I know not how, a little
Of too much tyranny.
Luke.
Thou art a fool:
Hee's cruel to himself, that dares not be
Severe to those that us'd him cruelly.
Exeunt.
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