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Scæna Tertia.

Enter Sulpicia and Jaques.
Sul.
Shall I never see a lusty man againe?

Ja.
Faith Mistris
You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em,
And so dry-founder 'em, they cannot last.

Sul.
Wher's the French-man?
Alas, he's all to fitters,
And lyes, taking the height of his fortune with a Sirreng.
Hee's chin'd, he's chin'd good man, he is a mourner.

Sul.
What's become of the Dane?

Ja.
Who? goldy-locks?
Hee's foule i'th touch-hole; and recoiles againe,
The main Spring's weakned that holds up his cock,
He lies at the signe of the Sun, to be new breech'd.

Sul.
The Rutter too, is gone.

Ja.
O that was a brave rascall,
He would labour like a thresher: but alas
What thing can ever last? he has been ill mewd,
And drawne too soon; I have seene him in the Hospitall.

Sul.
There was an English-man.

Ja.
I there was an English-man;
You'le scant finde any now, to make that name good.
There was those English that were men indeed,
And would performe like men, but now they are vanisht:
They are so taken up in their own Countrey,
And so beaten off their speed, by their own women,
When they come here, they draw their legs like hackneys:
Drinke, and their owne devices has undone 'em.

Sul.
I must have one that's strong, no life in Lisbon else,
Perfect and young: my custome with young Ladies,
And high-fed Citie dames, will fall, and breake else.
I want my selfe too, in mine age to nourish me:
They are are all sunk I maintain'd: now what's this businesse.
What goodly fellow's that?

Enter Rutillio and Officers
Rut.
Why do you drag me?
Pox ô your Justice; let me loose.

1 Off.
Not so Sir.

Rut.
Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellers,
And ventur the breaking on's neck, your trap-dores open
But he must be us'd thus rascally?

1 Off.
What made you wandring
So late i'th night? you know that is imprisonment.

Rut.
May be I walke in my sleep.

2 Off.
May be wee'l walk ye.
What made ye wandring Sir, into that vault
Where all the Citie store, and the Munition lay?

Rut.
I fell into't by chance, I broke my shins for't.
Your Worships feele not that: I knockt my head
Against a hundred posts, would you had had it.
Cannot I breake my necke in mine own defence?

2 Off.
This will not serve: you cannot put it off so,
Your comming thither was to play the villaine,
To fire the powder, to blow that part oth' City.

Rut.
Yes, with my nose why were the trap-doors open?
Might not you fall, or you? had you gone that way?
I thought your Citie had sunke.

1 Off.
You did your best Sir,
We must presume to help it into'th aire.
If you call that sinking: we have told you what's the law,
He that is taken there, unlesse a Magistrate,
And have command in that place, presently
If there be nothing found apparent, neare him
Worthie his torture, or his present death,
Must either pay his fine for his presumption,
(Which is sixe hundred Duckets) or for six yeares
Tug at an Oare i'th Gallies: will ye walke Sir,
For we presume you cannot pay the penalty.

Rut.
Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief?

2 Off.
May be you were drunke, they'le keepe you sober there.

Rut.
Tug at an Oare? you are not arrant rascals,
To catch me in a pit-fall, and betray me,

Sul.
A lusty minded man.

Ja.
A wondrous able.

Sul.
Pray Gentlemen, allow me but that liberty
To speake a few words with your prisoner
And I shall thanke you.

1 Off.
Take your pleasure, Lady.

Sul.
What would you give that woman should redeem ye,
Redeem ye from this slavery?

Rut.
Besides my service
I would give her my whole selfe, I would be her vassall.

Sul.
Shee has reason to expect as much, considering
The great summe she payes for't, yet take comfort
What ye shall doe to merit this, is easie
And I will be the woman shall befriend ye,
'Tis but to entertaine some handsome Ladies,
And young faire Gentlewomen: you ghesse the way:
But giving of your mind—

Rut.
I am excellent at it:
You cannot picke out such another living.
I understand ye: is't not thus?

Sul.
Ye have it.

Rut.
Bring me a hundred of em: I'le dispatch 'em,
I will be none but yours: should another offer
Another way to redeem me, I should scorne it.
What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty:
Not to be taken downe: would you have Children?
I'le get you those as fast, and thicke as flie-blows.

Sul.
I admire him: wonder at him.

Rut.
Harke ye Lady,
You may require sometimes—

Sul.
I by my faith.

Rut.
And you shall have it by my faith, & handsomly:
This old Cat wil suck shrewdly: you have no daughters?
I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdome,
Tug at an Oare? no, tug in a feather-bed,
With good warme Caudles; hang your bread and water,
I'le make you young againe, beleeve that Lady.
I will so frubbish you.

Sul.
Come, follow Officers,
This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets.

Rut.
And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub
Againe, boile me with Cabbidge.

1 Off.
You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir.

Exeunt.