The converted Curtezan.
148On womans beames I throw a
ffe
ction,
149Save her thats dead: or that I loo
sely
flie
150To'th
shoare of any other wafting eie,
151Let me not pro
sper heaven. I will be true,
152Even to her du
st and a
shes
: could her tombe
153Stand whil
st I livde,
so long that it might rot,
154That
should fall downe, but
she be ne're forgot.
155Mathaeo If you have this
strange mon
ster, Hone
stie, in
156your belly, why
so Iig-makers and chroniclers
shall picke
som
- 157thing out of you
: but and I
smell not you and a bawdy hou
se
158out within the
se tenne daies, let my no
se be as bigge as an En
- 159gli
sh bag-pudding
: Ile followe your lord
ship, though it be to
160the place aforenamed.
Exeunt.
161Enter Fustigo in some fantastike Sea-suite at one 162doore, a Porter meets him at another. 163Fust. How now porter, will
she come?
164Porter If I may tru
st a woman
sir,
she will come.
165Fust. Theres for thy paines, godamercy, if ever I
stand in
166neede of a wench that will come with a wet
finger, Porter, thou
167shalt earne my mony before anie
Clarissimo in Millane; yet
so
168god
sa mee
shees mine owne
sister body and
soule, as I am a
169chri
stian Gentleman; farewell, ile ponder till
shee come: thou
170ha
st bin no bawde in fetching this woman, I a
ssure thee.
171Porter No matter if I had
sir, better men than Porters are
173Fust. O God
sir, manie that have borne o
ffices. But Por
- 174ter, art
sure thou went
st into a true hou
se
? 175Porter I thinke
so, for I met with no thieves.
176Fust. Nay but arte
sure it was my
sister
Viola.
177Porter I am
sure by all
super
scriptions it was the partie you
(ciphered. 179Porter Nor very lowe, a midling woman.
180Fust. Twas
she faith, twas
she, a prettie plumpe cheeke like
(mine. 181Porter At a blu
sh, a little very much like you.
182Fust. Gods
so, I would not for a duckat
she had kickt vp hir
183heeles, for I ha
spent an abomination this voyage, marie I
184did it among
st sailers and gentlemen
: theres a little modicum
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