Enter Gentleman, passing over the Stage.
Do you hear my honest friend?
He knows no such name:
What a world of business,
Which by interpretation are meer nothings,
These things have here! 'Mass now I think on't better,
I wish he be not sent for one of them
To some of these by-lodgings: me thought I saw
A kind of reference in his face to Bawderie.
Enter Gentleman, with a Gentlewoman, passing over the Stage.
He has her, but 'tis none of them: hold fast thief:
An excellent touzing knave. Mistris
You are to suffer your penance some half hour hence now.
How far a fine Court Custard with Plums in it
Will prevail with one of these waiting Gentlewomen,
They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly;
This is some yeoman o'th' bottles now that has sent for her,
That she calls Father: now woe to this Ale incense.
By your leave Sir.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. Well Sir; what's your pleasure with me?
The. You do not know the way to the maids lodgings?
Ser. Yes indeed do I Sir.
The. But you will not tell me?
Ser. No indeed will not I, because you doubt it. [Exit.
Enter 2 Servant.
The. These are fine gim-cracks: hey, here comes another,
A Flagon full of wine in's hand, I take it.
Well met my friend, is that wine?
2 Ser. Yes indeed is it.
The. Faith I'le drink on't then.
2 Ser. Ye may, because ye have sworn Sir.
The. 'Tis very good, I'le drink a great deal now Sir.
2 Ser. I cannot help it Sir.
The. I'le drink more yet.
2 Ser. 'Tis in your own hands.
The. There's your pot, I thank ye.
Pray let me drink again.
2 Ser. Faith but ye shall not.
Now have I sworn I take it. Fare ye well Sir. [Exit.
Enter Lady.
The. This is the fin'st place to live in I e're enter'd.
Here comes a Gentlewoman, and alone; I'le to her.
Madam, my Lord my Master.
Lady. Who's your Lord Sir?
The. The Lord Boroskey, Lady.
Lady. Pray excuse me:
Here's something for your pains: within this hour Sir,
One of the choice young Ladies shall attend him:
Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out to the water;
'Tis private and convenient: doe my humble service
To my honourable good Lord, I beseech ye Sir;
If it please you to visit a poor Lady—
You carrie the 'haviour of a noble Gentleman.
The. I shall be bold.
Lady. 'Tis a good aptness in ye.
I lye here in the Wood-yard, the blue lodgings Sir;
They call me merrily the Lady of the —— Sir;
A little I know what belongs to a Gentleman,
And if it please you take the pains. [Exit.
The. Dear Lady, take the pains?
Why a horse would not take the pains that thou requir'st now,
To cleave old crab-tree: one of the choice young Ladies?
I would I had let this Bawd goe, she has frighted me;
I am cruelly afraid of one of my Tribe now;
But if they will doe, the Devil cannot stop 'em.
Why should he have a young Lady? are women now
O'th' nature of Bottles, to be stopt with Corks?
O the thousand little furies that flye here now!
How now Captain?