THE HONEST WHORE.
29192919Duk. For he who
se bre
st is tender bloud
so coole,
29202920That no wrongs heate it, is a patient foole,
29212921What comfort do you
finde in being
so calme.
29222922Cand. That which greene wounds receiue
frō
soueraigne
(balme, 29232923Patience my Lord; why tis the
soule of peace:
29242924Of all the vertues tis neer
st kin to heauen.
29252925It makes men looke like Gods; the be
st of men
29262926That ere wore earth about him, was a
su
fferer,
29272927A
soft, meeke, patient, humble, tranquill
spirit,
29282928The
fir
st true Gentleman that euer breathd;
29292929The
stock of
Patience then cannot be poore,
29302930All it de
sires, it has; what Monarch more
? 29322932That can be, for it doth embrace all wrongs,
29332933And
so chaines vp, lawyers and womens tongues.
29342934Tis the perpetuall pri
soners liberty:
29352935His walkes and Orchards: 'tis the bond-
slaues
freedome,
29362936And makes him
seeme prowd of each yron chaine.
29372937As tho he wore it more for
state then paine:
29382938It is the beggers Mu
sick, and thus
sings,
29392939Although their bodies beg, their
soules are kings:
29402940O my dread liege! It is the
sap of bli
sse,
29412941Reares vs aloft; makes men and Angels ki
sse,
29422942And (la
st of all) to end a hou
should
strife,
29432943It is the hunny gain
st a wa
spi
sh wife.
29442944Duke. Thou giu'
st it liuely coulours: who dare
say
29452945he's mad, who
se words march in
so good aray?
29462946Twere
sinne all women
should
such husbands haue.
29472947For euery man mu
st then be his wiues
slaue.
29482948Come therefore you
shall teach our court to
shine,
29492949So calme a
spirit is worth a golden Mine,
29502950Wiues (with meeke husbands) that to vex them long,
29512951In Bedlam mu
st they dwell, els dwell they wrong.