5Lodouico. GOod day, Gallants.

6Omnes. Good morrow, sweet

7Lodouico.

8Lodo. How doest thou Carolo.

9Carolo. Faith, as Physicions doe

10in a Plague, see the World sicke,

11and am well my selfe.

12Fontinell. Here's a sweet morning, Gentlemen.

13Lod. Oh, a morning to tempt Ioue frō his Ningle Ganimed,

14which is but to giue Dary Wenches greene gownes as

15they are going a milking; what, is thy Lord stirring yet?

16Astolfo. Yes, he will not be horst this houre, sure.

17Bercaldo. My Lady sweares he shall, for she longs to bee

18at Court.

19Carolo. Oh, wee shall ride switch and spurre, would we

20were there once.

22Lod. How now, is thy Lord ready?

23Bryan. No so crees sa mee, my Lady will haue some little

24Tyng in her pelly first.

25Caro. Oh, then they'le to breakefast.

26Lod. Footman, does my Lord ride y'th Coach with my

27Lady, or on horsebacke?

28Bry. No foot la, my Lady will haue me Lord sheet wid

29her, my Lord will sheet in de one side, and my Lady sheet

30in de toder side. Exeunt.

31Lod. My Lady sheet in de toder side: did you euer here a

32Rascall talke so like a Pagan? Is't not strange that a fellow

33of his starre, should bee seene here so long in Italy, yet

34speake so from a Christian?

36Astol. An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the na-

37tion haue running heads. Exchange Walke.

38Lod. Nay Carolo, this is more strange, I ha bin in France,

39theres few of them: Mary, England they count a warme

40chimny corner, and there they swarme like Crickets to the

41creuice of a Brew-house; but Sir, in England I haue noted

42one thing.

43Omnes. What's that, what's that of England?

44Lod. Mary this Sir, what's he yonder?

45Bert. A poore fellow would speake with my Lord.

46Lod. In England, Sir, troth I euer laugh when I thinke

47on't: to see a whole Nation should be mark't i'th forehead,

48as a man may say, with one Iron: why Sir, there all Coster-

49mongers are Irishmen.

50Caro. Oh, that's to show their Antiquity, as comming

51from Eue, who was an Apple-wife, and they take after the

52Mother.

53Omnes. Good, good, ha, ha.

54Lod. Why then, should all your Chimny-sweepers like-

55wise be Irishmen? answer that now, come, your wit.

56Caro. Faith, that's soone answered, for S. Patricke you

57know keepes Purgatory, hee makes the fire, and his

58Country-men could doe nothing, if they cannot sweepe the

59Chimnies.

60Omnes. Good agen.

61Lod. Then, Sir, haue you many of them (like this fellow)

62(especially those of his haire) Footmen to Noblemen and o-

63thers, and the Knaues are very faithfull where they loue, by

64my faith very proper men many of them, and as actiue as

65the cloudes, whirre, hah.

66Omnes. Are they so?

67Lod. And stout! exceeding stout; Why, I warrant, this

68precious wild Villaine, if hee were put to't, would fight

69more desperately then sixteene Dunkerkes.

70Asto. The women they say are very faire.

71Lod. No, no, our Country Bona Robaes, oh! are the su-

72grest delicious Rogues.

73Asto. Oh, looke, he has a feeling of them.

74Lod. Not I, I protest, there's a saying when they com-

75mend Nations: It goes, the Irishman for his hand, Welsh-

76man for a leg, the Englishman for a face, the Dutchman for

77beard.

78Fron. I faith, they may make swabbers of them.

79Lod. The Spaniard, let me see, for a little foot (I take it) the

80Frenchman, what a pox hath he? and so of the rest.

81Are they at breakfast yet? come walke.

82Ast. This Lodouico, is a notable tounged fellow.

83Fron. Discourses well.

84Berc. And a very honest Gentleman.

85Asto. Oh! hee's well valued by my Lord.

87Fron. How now, how now, what's she?

88Bert. Let's make towards her.

89Bella. Will it be long, sir, ere my Lord come forth?

90Ast. Would you speake with my Lord?

91Lod. How now, what's this, a Nurses Bill? hath any here

92got thee with child, and now will not keepe it?

93Bolla. No sir, my businesse is vnto my Lord.

94Lod. Hee's about his owne wife now, hee'le hardly dis-

95patch two causes in a morning.

96Asto. No matter what he saies, faire Lady, hee's a Knight,

97there's no hold to be taken at his words.

98Fro. My Lord will passe this way presently.

99Bert. A pretty plumpe Rogue.

100Ast. A good lusty bouncing baggage.

101Bert. Doe you know her?

102Lod. A pox on her, I was sure her name was in my Table-

103booke once, I know not of what cut her dye is now, but she

104has beene more common then Tobacco: this is she that had

105the name of the Honest Whore.

106Omnes. Is this she?

107Lod. This is the Blackamore that by washing was turned

108white: this is the Birding Peece new scowred: this is shee

109that (if any of her religion can be saued) was saued by my

110Lord Hipolito.

111Asto. She has beene a goodly creature.

112Lod. She has bin! that's the Epitaph of all Whores, I'm

113well acquainted with the poore Gentleman her Husband,

114Lord! what fortunes that man has ouerreached? She knowes

115not me, yet I haue beene in her company, I scarce know her,

116for the beauty of her cheeke hath (like the Moone) suffred

117strange Eclipses since I beheld it: but women are like Med-

118lars (no sooner ripe but rotten.)

119A woman last was made, but is spent first,

120Yet man is oft proued, in performance worst.

121Omnes. My Lord is come.

123Hip. We ha wasted halfe this morning: morrow Lodouico.

124Lod. Morrow Madam.

125Hip. Let's away to Horse.

126Omnes. I, I to Horse, to Horse.

127Bela. I doe beseech your Lordship, let your eye read

128o're this wretched Paper.

129Hip. I'm in hast, pray the good womā take some apter time.

130Infae. Good Woman doe.

131Bel. Oh las! it does concerne a poore mans life.

132Hip. Life! sweet heart? Seat your selfe, Il'e but read this

133and come.

134Lod. What stockings haue you put on this morning, Ma-

135dam? if they be not yellow, change them; that paper is a

136Letter from some Wench to your Husband.

137Infae Oh sir, that cannot make me iealous. Exeunt.