22942293Candido's wife, and George: Pioratto 22962295Wi. O watch good
George, watch which way the Duke (comes.
22972296Geo. Here comes one of the butter
flies, aske him.
22982297Wi. Pray
sir, comes the duke this way.
22992298Pio. He's vpon comming mi
stris.
Exit. 23002299Wi. I thanke you
sir:
Geroge are there many madfolkes,
H 4 Geor
THE HONEST WHORE.
23022301Geo. O yes, of all countries
some, but e
specially mad greekes
23032302they
swarme: troth mi
stris, the world is altered with you,
23042303you had not wont to
stand thus with a paper humblie com
- 23052304plaining: but you're well enough
seru'd: prouander prickt
23062305you, as it does many of our Cittie-wiues be
sides.
23072306Wif. Doe
st thinke
George we
shall get him forth.
23082307Ge. Truly mi
stris I cannot tel, I thinke youle hardly get him
23092308forth: why tis
strange! Sfoot I haue known many womē that
23102309haue had mad ra
scals to their husbāds, whom they would be
- 23112310labour by all meanes po
ssible to keepe em in their right wits,
23122311but of a woman to long to turne a tame mā into a madman,
23132312why the diuell him
selfe was neuer v
sde
so by his dam.
23142313Wif. How does he talke
George! ha! good
George tell me.
23172316Geo. A
fraid! you had more need be a
shamd: he may ra
- 23192318Wif. But
George hees not
starke mad, is hee? hee does not
23202319raue, hees not horne-mad
George is he
? 23212320Geo. Nay I know not that, but he talkes like a Iu
stice of
23222321peace, of a thou
sand matters and to no purpo
se.
23232322Wif. Ile to the mona
stery: I
shall be mad till I inioy him,
23242323I
shalbe
sick till I
see him, yet when I doe
see him, I
shall
23262325Geo. I, ide faine
see a woman weepe out her eyes
; thats as
23272326true, as to
say, a mans cloake burnes; when it hangs in the
23282327water: I know youle weepe mi
stri
sse, but what
saies the pain
- 23292328ted cloth.
Trust not a woman when she cryes, 23302329 For sheele pump water from her eyes, 23312330 With a wet finger, and in faster showers, 23322331 Then Aprill when he raines downe flowers. 23332332Wif. I but
George, that painted cloath is worthy to be
23342333hangd vp for lying, all women haue not teares at will, vnle
sse
23362335Geo. I but mi
stri
sse how ea
sily will they
find a cau
se, and
2336as
2337one of our Chee
se-trenchers
sayes very learnedly:
23382337 As out of Wormwood Bees suck Hony, 23392338 As from poore clients Lawyers firke mony, As
THE HONEST WHORE.
23402339 As Parsley from a roasted cunny. 23412340 So tho the day be nere so sunny, 23422341 If wiues will haue it raine, downe then it driues, 23432342 The calmest husbands make the stormest wiues, 23442343Wif. Tame
George, but I ha don
storming now.
23452344Geo. Why thats well done, good mi
stris throw a
side this
23462345fa
shion of your humor, be not
so phanta
sticall in wearing it,
23472346storme no more, long no more.--This longing has made you
23482347come
short of many a good thing that you might haue had
23492348from my Mai
ster: Here comes the Duke.
23502349Enter Duke, Fluello, Pioratto, Sinere. 23512350Wife. Oh I be
seech you pardon my o
ffence,
23522351In that I dur
st abu
se your Graces warrant,
23532352Deliuer foorth my husband good my Lord.
23552354Flu. Candido my Lord,
Duke. Where is he?
23572356He was a man made vp without a gall,
23582357Nothing could moue him, nothing could conuert
23592358His meeke bloud into fury, yet like a mon
ster,
23602359I often beate at the mo
st con
stant rock
23612360Of his vn
shaken patience, and did long
23642363Had warrant
from your Grace, to cary him
23652364To
Bethlem Monastery, whence they will not
free him,
23662365Without your Graces hand that
sent him in.
23672366Duke. You haue longd fayre; tis you are mad I feare,
23682367Its
fit to fetch him thence, and keepe you there
: 23692368If he be mad, why would you haue him forth
? 23702369Geo. And plea
se your grace, hees not
starke mad, but one
- 23712370ly talkes like a young Gentleman,
somewhat phanta
stically,
23722371thats all: theres a thou
sand about your court, citty and
23742373Duk. Prouide a warrant, you
shall haue our hand.
23752374Geo. Heres a warrant ready drawne my Lord.
23762375Cast. Get pen & Inck, get pen & inck:
Enter Castruchio. I Cast.
THE HONEST WHORE.
23792378Cast. I haue
strange newes my Lord.
23812380Cast. Of
Infaelice, and a mariage.
23832382Cast. Hipolito. Geo. Here my Lord.
23842383Du. Hence with that woman, voyd the roome.
23862385Geo. Whoop, come mi
stris the Duke's mad too.
Exeunt. 23872386Du. Who told me that
Hipolito was dead?
23882387Cast. He that can make any man dead, the Do
ctor: but
23892388my Lord, hees as full of life as wilde-
fire, and as quick:
Hipo- 23902389lito, the Do
ctor, and one more rid hence this euening; the
23912390Inne at which they light is
Bethlem Monastarie: Infaeliche 23922391comes
from
Bergamo, and meetes them there
: Hipolito is
23932392mad, for he meanes this day to be maryed, the after-noone is
23942393the houre, and Frier
Anselmo is the knitter.
23952394Du. From
Bergamo? i
st po
ssible? it cannot be,
23972396Cast. I will not
sweare my Lord,
23982397But this intelligence I tooke
from one,
23992398Who
se braines workes in the plot.
24012400Flu. Mathaeo knowes all.
Pio. Hees
Hipolitoes bo
some.
24022401Duke. How farre
stands
Bethlem hence?
24042403Duke. I
st euen
so, not maried till the afternoone you
say
? 24052404Stay,
stay, lets worke out
some preuention: how:
24062405This is mo
st strange, can none but mad-men
serue
24072406To dre
sse their wedding dinner? All of you,
24082407Get pre
sently to hor
se; di
sgui
se your
selues
24102409Or riding cittizens, or
so: and take
24112410Each man a
seuerall path, but let vs meete,
24122411At
Bethlem Monasterie,
some
space of time
24132412Being
spent betweene the arriuall each of other,
24142413As if we came to
see the Lunaticks.
24152414To hor
se, away, be
secret on your liues,
24162415Loue mu
st be puni
sht that vniu
stly thriues.
Exeunt. 24172416Flu. Be
secret on your liues!
Castruchio Y'are
THE HONEST WHORE.
24182417Y'are but a
scuruy Spaniell; hone
st Lord,
24192418Good Lady: Zounds their loue is iu
st, tis good,
24202419And Ile preuent you, tho I
swim in bloud.
Exit.