Laun.Bless me master; look up, Sir, I beseech ye,Up with your eyes to heaven.Seb.Up with your nose, Sir,I do not bleed, 'twas a sound knock she gave me,A plaguey mankind Girl, how my [brain] totters?Well, go thy ways, thou hast got one thousand pound moreWith this dog trick,Mine own true spirit in her too.Laun.In her? alas Sir,Alas poor Gentlewom[a]n, she a hand so heavy,To knock ye like a Calf down, or so brave a courageTo beat her father? if you could believe, Sir.Seb.Who would'st thou make me believe it was, the Devil?Laun.One that spits fire as fast as he sometimes, Sir,And changes shapes as often; your SonThomas;Never wonder, if it be not he, straight hang me.Seb.He? if it be so,I'll put thee in my Will, and there's an end on't.Laun.I saw his legs, h'as Boots on like a Player,Under his wenches cloaths, 'tis he, 'tisThomasIn his own Sisters Cloaths, Sir, and I can wast him.Seb.No more words then, we'll watch him, thou'lt not believeLaunce,How heartily glad I am.Laun.May ye be gladder,But not this way, Sir.Seb.No more words, but watch him.[Exeunt.
Laun.Bless me master; look up, Sir, I beseech ye,Up with your eyes to heaven.
Seb.Up with your nose, Sir,I do not bleed, 'twas a sound knock she gave me,A plaguey mankind Girl, how my [brain] totters?Well, go thy ways, thou hast got one thousand pound moreWith this dog trick,Mine own true spirit in her too.
Laun.In her? alas Sir,Alas poor Gentlewom[a]n, she a hand so heavy,To knock ye like a Calf down, or so brave a courageTo beat her father? if you could believe, Sir.
Seb.Who would'st thou make me believe it was, the Devil?
Laun.One that spits fire as fast as he sometimes, Sir,And changes shapes as often; your SonThomas;Never wonder, if it be not he, straight hang me.
Seb.He? if it be so,I'll put thee in my Will, and there's an end on't.
Laun.I saw his legs, h'as Boots on like a Player,Under his wenches cloaths, 'tis he, 'tisThomasIn his own Sisters Cloaths, Sir, and I can wast him.
Seb.No more words then, we'll watch him, thou'lt not believeLaunce,How heartily glad I am.
Laun.May ye be gladder,But not this way, Sir.
Seb.No more words, but watch him.[Exeunt.
EnterMary, Dorothy,and Maid.
Mary.When comes he?Dor.Presently.Mary.Then get you up,Doll,Away, I'll straight come to you: is all ready?Maid.All.Mary.Let the light stand far enough.Maid.'Tis placed so.Mary.Stay you to entertain him to his chamber,But keep close, Wench, he flyes at all.Maid.I warrant ye.Mary.You need no more instruction?Maid.I am perfect.[Exeunt.
Mary.When comes he?
Dor.Presently.
Mary.Then get you up,Doll,Away, I'll straight come to you: is all ready?
Maid.All.
Mary.Let the light stand far enough.
Maid.'Tis placed so.
Mary.Stay you to entertain him to his chamber,But keep close, Wench, he flyes at all.
Maid.I warrant ye.
Mary.You need no more instruction?
Maid.I am perfect.[Exeunt.
EnterValentine,andThomas.
Tho.More stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father,Old Valentine; what wind's in his poop?Val.Lady,You are met most happily; O gentleDoll,You must now do me an especial favour.Tho.What is it masterValentine? I am sorely troubledWith a salt rheum faln i' my gums.Val.I'll tell ye,And let it move you equally; my blest Mistress,Upon a slight occasion taking anger,Took also (to undo me) your Aunts Nunnery,From whence by my perswasion to redeem her,Will be impossible: nor have I libertyTo come and visit her; my good, goodDorothy,You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too,And have access at all hours liberally,Speak now or never for me.Thom.In a Nunnery?That course must not be suffered, MasterValentine,Her Mother never knew it; rare sport for me;Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye,And fear not, Man, we'll have her out I warrant ye,I cannot stay now.Val.You will not break?Thom.By no means.Good night.Val.Good night kind MistressDoll.[Exit.Thom.This thrives well,Every one takes me for my Sister, excellent;This Nunnery's faln so pat too, to my figure,Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it,If once I creep in, ere they get me out again;Stay, here's the house, and one of her Maids.
Tho.More stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father,Old Valentine; what wind's in his poop?
Val.Lady,You are met most happily; O gentleDoll,You must now do me an especial favour.
Tho.What is it masterValentine? I am sorely troubledWith a salt rheum faln i' my gums.
Val.I'll tell ye,And let it move you equally; my blest Mistress,Upon a slight occasion taking anger,Took also (to undo me) your Aunts Nunnery,From whence by my perswasion to redeem her,Will be impossible: nor have I libertyTo come and visit her; my good, goodDorothy,You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too,And have access at all hours liberally,Speak now or never for me.
Thom.In a Nunnery?That course must not be suffered, MasterValentine,Her Mother never knew it; rare sport for me;Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye,And fear not, Man, we'll have her out I warrant ye,I cannot stay now.
Val.You will not break?
Thom.By no means.Good night.
Val.Good night kind MistressDoll.[Exit.
Thom.This thrives well,Every one takes me for my Sister, excellent;This Nunnery's faln so pat too, to my figure,Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it,If once I creep in, ere they get me out again;Stay, here's the house, and one of her Maids.
Enter Maid.
Maid.Who's there?O Mistress Dorothy! you are a stranger.Thom.Still MistressDorothy? this geer will cotton.Maid.Will you walk in, Forsooth?Thom.Where is your Mistress?Maid.Not very well; she's gone to bed, I am gladYou are come so fit to comfort her.Thom.Yes, I'll comfort her.Maid.'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep,You know your side, creep softly in, your companyWill warm her well.Thom.I warrant thee I'll warm her.Maid.Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow.Thom.A very Rogue, a rank Rogue.Maid.I'll conduct yeEven to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye.[Exeunt.
Maid.Who's there?O Mistress Dorothy! you are a stranger.
Thom.Still MistressDorothy? this geer will cotton.
Maid.Will you walk in, Forsooth?
Thom.Where is your Mistress?
Maid.Not very well; she's gone to bed, I am gladYou are come so fit to comfort her.
Thom.Yes, I'll comfort her.
Maid.'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep,You know your side, creep softly in, your companyWill warm her well.
Thom.I warrant thee I'll warm her.
Maid.Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow.
Thom.A very Rogue, a rank Rogue.
Maid.I'll conduct yeEven to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye.[Exeunt.
EnterMichael, Francis,and Officers.
Mich.Come Sir, for this night I shall entertain ye,And like a Gentleman, how e'r your fortuneHath cast ye on the worst part.Fran.How you please, Sir,I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or miseryMuch move me now.Mich.I am angry with my self nowFor putting this forc'd way upon his patience,Yet any other course had been too slender:Yet what to think I know not, for most liberallyHe hath confess'd strange wrongs, which if they prove so,How e'r the others long love may forget all,Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way.Drink that; and now to my care leave your Prisoner,I'll be his guard for this night.Officers.Good night to your Worship.Mich.Good night, my honest friends; come, Sir, I hopeThere shall be no such cause of such a sadnessAs you put on.Fran.'Faith, Sir, my rest is up,And what I now pull shall no more afflict meThan if I plaid at span-Counter, nor is my faceThe map of any thing I seem to suffer,Lighter affections seldom dwell in me, Sir.Mich.A constant Gentleman; would I had takenA Feaver when I took this harsh way to disturb him.Come, walk with me, Sir, ere to morrow nightI doubt not but to see all this blown over.[Exeunt.
Mich.Come Sir, for this night I shall entertain ye,And like a Gentleman, how e'r your fortuneHath cast ye on the worst part.
Fran.How you please, Sir,I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or miseryMuch move me now.
Mich.I am angry with my self nowFor putting this forc'd way upon his patience,Yet any other course had been too slender:Yet what to think I know not, for most liberallyHe hath confess'd strange wrongs, which if they prove so,How e'r the others long love may forget all,Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way.Drink that; and now to my care leave your Prisoner,I'll be his guard for this night.
Officers.Good night to your Worship.
Mich.Good night, my honest friends; come, Sir, I hopeThere shall be no such cause of such a sadnessAs you put on.
Fran.'Faith, Sir, my rest is up,And what I now pull shall no more afflict meThan if I plaid at span-Counter, nor is my faceThe map of any thing I seem to suffer,Lighter affections seldom dwell in me, Sir.
Mich.A constant Gentleman; would I had takenA Feaver when I took this harsh way to disturb him.Come, walk with me, Sir, ere to morrow nightI doubt not but to see all this blown over.[Exeunt.