Bell. I yet could say that you receiue aduantage,
In what you thinke a losse, would you vouchsafe me
That you were neuer in the way till now [10]
With safety to arriue at your desires,
That pleasure makes loue to you vnattended
By danger or repentance?
Nou. That I could.
But apprehend one reason how this might be,
Hope would not then forsake me.
Bell. The enioying [15]
Of what you most desire, I say th’ enioying
Shall, in the full possession of your wishes,
Confirme that I am faithfull.
Nou. Giue some rellish
How this may appeare possible.
Bell. I will
Rellish, and taste, and make the banquet easie: [20]
You say my Ladie’s married. I confesse it,
That Charalois hath inioyed her, ’tis most true
That with her, hee’s already Master of
The best part of my old Lords state. Still better,
But that the first, or last, should be your hindrance, [25]
I vtterly deny: for but obserue me:
While she went for, and was, I sweare, a Virgin,
What courtesie could she with her honour giue
Or you receiue with safety—take me with you,
When I say courtesie, doe not think I meane [30]
A kisse, the tying of her shoo or garter,
An houre of priuate conference: those are trifles.
In this word courtesy, we that are gamesters point at
The sport direct, where not alone the louer
Brings his Artillery, but vses it. [35]
Which word expounded to you, such a courtesie
Doe you expect, and sudden.
Nou. But he tasted
The first sweetes, Bellapert.
Bell. He wrong’d you shrewdly,
He toyl’d to climbe vp to the Phoenix nest,
And in his prints leaues your ascent more easie. [40]
I doe not know, you that are perfect Crittiques
In womens bookes, may talke of maydenheads.
Nou. But for her marriage.
Bell. ’Tis a faire protection
’Gainst all arrests of feare, or shame for euer.
Such as are faire, and yet not foolish, study [45]
To haue one at thirteene; but they are mad
That stay till twenty. Then sir, for the pleasure,
To say Adulterie’s sweeter, that is stale.
This onely is not the contentment more,
To say, This is my Cuckold, then my Riuall. [50]
More I could say—but briefly, she doates on you,
If it proue otherwise, spare not, poyson me
With the next gold you giue me.
Enter Beaumely