THE HONEST WHORE.
26142612ouer head & ear in the
salt-water: & if you fal into this whirl
- 26152613poole where I am, y'are drownd: y'are a drownd rat.--I am
26162614fishing here for
fiue
ships, but I cannot haue a good draught,
26172615for my net breakes
still, and breakes, but Ile breake
some of
26182616your necks & I catch you in my clutches. Stay,
stay,
stay,
stay,
26192617stay--wheres the wind, wheres the wind, wheres the winde:
26202618wheres the winde: out you guls, you goo
se-caps, you
26212619gudgeon eaters! do you looke for the wind in the heauens
? 26222620ha ha ha ha, no no, looke there, looke there, looke there, the
26232621winde is alwayes at that doore: hearke how it blowes, poo
ff 262526231. Mad. Do you laugh at Gods creatures? do you mock old
26262624age you roagues? is this gray beard and head counterfet, that
26272625you cry ha ha ha?--Sirra, art not thou my elde
st sonne
? 262926271. Mad. Then th'art a foole, for my elde
st sonne had a polt
26302628foote, crooked legs, a vergis face, & a peare-coullourd beard;
26312629I made him a
scholler, and he made him
selfe a foole.--Sirra!
26322630thou there? hould out thy hand.
Du. My hand, wel, here tis.
263326311. Mad. Looke, looke, looke, looke
: has he not long nailes,
26342632and
short haire?
Flu. Yes mon
strous
short haire, and abho
- 26352633minable long nailes.
1. Ma. Ten-peny nailes are they not?
263726351. Mad. Such nailes had my
second boy: kneele downe
26382636thou varlet, and aske thy father ble
ssing. Such nailes had my
26392637midlemo
st sonne and I made him a Promoter: & he
scrapt,
26402638&
scrapt, &
scrapt, till he got the diuell and all: but he
scrapt
26412639thus and thus, & thus, and it went vnder his legs, till at length
26422640a company of Kites taking him for carion,
swept vp all, all, all
26432641all, all, all, all.--If you loue your liues, looke to your
selues,
26442642see,
see,
see,
see, the Turkes gallies are
fighting with my
ships,
26452643Bownce goes the guns--oooh! cry the men
: romble romble
26462644goe the waters--Alas! there! tis
sunke--tis
sunck: I am vn
- 26472645don, I am vndon, you are the dambd Pirates haue vndone
26482646me,--you are bith Lord, you are, you are,
stop em, you are.
26492647Ans. Why how now Syrra, mu
st I fall to tame you?
265026481. Mad. Tame me? no: ile be madder than a roa
sted Cat:
26512649see,
see, I am burnt with gūpowder, the
se are our clo
se
fights.
26522650Ans. Ile whip you, if you grow vnruly thus.
1. Mad.