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Scæne 4.
Enter Boroskie, Burris, Theodore, Viola, and Honora.Bor.
They are goodly gentlewomen.
Bur.
They are,
Wondrous sweet women both.
The.
Does your Lordshid like 'em?
They are my sisters sir; good lusty Lasses,
They'll doe their labour well, I warrant yee
You'll finde no bed-straw here sir.
Hon.
Thanke yee brother.
The.
This is not so strongly built: but she is good mettle,
Of a good stirring straine too: she goes tish sir.
Here they be gentlemen must make ye merry,
Enter 2. Gent.
The toyes you wot of: doe you like their complexions?
They be no Moors: what think ye of this hand gentlemen?
Here's a white Altar for your sacrifice:
A thousand kisses here. Nay, keep off yet gentlemen,
Let's start first, & have fair play: what would ye give now
To turne the globe up, and finde the rich Moluccas?
To passe the straights? here (doe ye itch) by St. Nicolas,
Here's that will make ye scratch and claw,
Claw my fine Gentlemen, move ye in divers sorts:
Pray ye let me request yee, to forget
To say your prayers, whilst these are Courtiers;
Or if yee needs will thinke of heaven, let it be no higher
Then their eyes?
Bor.
How will ye have 'em bestow'd sir?
Theo.
Even how your Lordship please,
So you doe not bake 'em.
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Bake 'em.
Th.
They are too high a meat that way, they run to gelly.
But if you'l have 'em for your own dyet, take my counsel,
Stew 'em between two feather-beds.
Bur.
Please you Colonell
To let 'em wait upon the Princesse?
Theo.
Yes sir,
And thanke your honour too: but then happily,
These noble Gentlemen shall have no accesse to 'em,
And to have 'em buy new cloathes, studdy new faces,
And keep a stinking stirre with themselves for nothing,
'Twill not be well y'faith: they have kept their bodies,
And bin at charge for Bathes: do you see that shirt there?
Way but the morall meaning, 'twill be grievous:
Alas, I brought 'em to delight these gentlemen,
I weigh their wants by mine: I brought 'em wholsome,
Wholsome, and young my Lord, and two such blessings
They will not light upon againe in ten yeare.
Bor.
'Tis fit they wait upon her.
The.
They are fit for any thing.
They'll wait upon a man, they are not bashfull,
Carrie his cloak, or untie his points, or any thing,
Drink drunk, and take Tobacco; the familiarst fooles—
This wench will leap over stools too, & sound a Trumpet,
Wrastle, and pitch the Bar; they are finely brought up,
Bor.
Ladies, ye are bound to your brother,
And have much cause to thank him:
Ile ease ye of this charge, and to the Princesse,
So please you, Ile attend 'em.
The.
Thank your Lordship:
If there be e're a private corner as yee goe Sir,
A foolish lobbie out oth' way, make danger,
Trie what they are, trie.
Bor.
Ye are a merrie gentleman.
The.
I would faine be your honours kinseman.
Bor.
Ye are to curst sir.
Th.
Farewel wenches, keep close your ports y'are washt else.
Ho.
Brother bestow your fears where they are needfull.
Exit Boros. Honor. Viol.
The.
Honor thy name is, and I hope thy nature.
Goe after, Gentlemen, goe, get a snatch if you can,
Yond'old Erra Pater will never please 'em.
Alas I brought 'em for you, but see the luck on't,
I sweare I meant as honestlie toward ye—
Nay doe not crie good gentlemen: a little counsell
Will doe no harme: they'll walke abroad ith' evenings,
Ye may surprize 'em easily, they weare no Pistols.
Set downe your mindes in Metre, flowing Metre,
And get some good old linnen woman to deliver it,
That has the trick on't: you cannot faile:
Farewell gentlemen.
Exit.
Bur.
You have frighted off these flesh-flies.
The.
Flesh-flies indeed my Lord.
Enter a Serv.
And it must be verie stinking flesh they will not seize on.
Serv.
Your Lordship bid me bring this Casket.
Bur.
Yes. Good Colonell
Commend me to your worthy father, and as a pledge
He ever holds my love, and service to him,
Deliver him this poore, but hearty token,
And where I may be his—
The.
Ye are too noble;
A wonder here my Lord, that dare be honest,
When all men hold it vitious: I shall deliver it,
And with it your most noble love. Your servant.
Ex. Bur.
Were there but two more such at Court, 'twere Sainted,
This wil buy brawn this Christmas yet, & Muscadine.
Ex.
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